someone was praying.

I think it was my grandparents.

A couple days before Wes took his pilots license test, I was growing weary in the long evenings with him gone. He had one last prep flight from 4-6 and so we decided I’d just take him and drop him off and go to Target and Chik fil a with the kids in the duration. We wandered Target for as long as possible and then paused at the food station for a Jamba Juice. {Corralling Jack in Target is similar to herding cats.}

Jack loudly protested the sharing of the smoothie and I finally decided we should probably head for the check out before things got too crazy. As we made our way, I noticed another mom with two kids and then we both did a double take. I was like, ‘Hey…..I know you but I don’t know why I know you….’.

She filled me in and we caught up and I told her what I was doing. She was like, hey if you ever need a place to crash, I live right by the airport. I was like no way. We exchanged phone numbers and I told her I thought I’d be good this time but thank you sooooo much.

And off to Chik fil a we went.

After the joys of dining with a 1 and 2 year old and the terrors of the public bathrooms and allllll the children in the play area I looked at my phone and saw that it was a quarter til 6 and that I could probably start to pack up the kids and head to the airport. And then I got a text from Wes saying they were just now getting up in the air because of the thunderstorms and it would be well past seven before they were done.

You can picture the emoticons that went rolling through my head. More hours at chik fil a? Gasp, despair, the urge to weep. And then I remembered the girl from Target. And I was like, I’m a totally texting this girl that I’ve met twice and asking if I can bring her a milk shake and indeed, crash at her house.

And twenty minutes later, I walked into her play room, her dad was laying on his air mattress with an iPad, her husband (whom I’d never met) was looking at me somewhat quizzically, her girls were happily playing and her face was full of kindness.

And so I sank to the floor and was like, nope, this isn’t weird at all. This is divine.

And so it was. Evening saved. Someone’s prayer answered. No emotional breakdowns at Chik fil A.


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The rest of the story

There’s a few more memories floating around my head of the trip….like dumping a sleeping Jack into Dads arms when we arrived at the airport around midnight California time.

Jack apparently decided he’d known my parents his whole life. He slowly woke up in a strange airport in the middle of the night and gazed up at Poppi and jabbered a bit before cozying right on down. The next morning when I blearily joined the crowd, he was diving into my mom doing the  whole wallering routine. He’s the snuggliest little guy and we love it.

More memories…Davey gazing at Evelyn with his brow furrowed and then shaking his head as he remarked that he felt like he was watching a midget Kelsey. Dad asked her if she could go get him a sparkling water out the fridge and she just kind of smirked at him. He waited a few seconds then told her he’d just go get one. She immediately pivoted, shooed him back in his chair with her hands and said, ‘No I’ll do it,’ and then ran into the house. We laughed as we heard the fridge banging into the wall and then, ‘Poppi! I couldn’t find a bizzy water, would you like a gatorade?’.

Ah Ev. You’re such a card.

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And running out with her high pitched voice, ‘Poppi! Do you need some help?’


Ahh. Good days.

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Why we went. 

Well, we journeyed for a couple reasons. One, I was ready to get out of dodge and relax with Wes. I’ve mentioned the pilot journey once or twice on here already.

And two, I really wanted to go to California one last time before my brother and his wife moved to Arizona. We flew away from San Luis on a Thursday and they drove away two days later. And in between arrival and departure we had some great days.

Lots of times revolving around food, Davey and Dad took Wes mountain biking which he of course loved, we celebrated Jen retiring from Morro Bay Oyster Company and played an excellent round or two of Password.

And the little darlings had two more people to spread their affection to which is always lovely.

Very thankful for them. Happy we got to be in California together, very curious when that will happen again, and thankful they are safely settled in Phoenix.

Jen, your a gem! (heh heh, wink wink, Jim!).

(Jen hears Jim when we say Jen. I’m trying to get her to hear gem instead of Jim as in a priceless stone that is admired for its excellence because really, she is. Insert red dress emoticon lady.).

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We’re that family. 

I’d like to begin by patting myself on the back for packing for a family of four for the duration of eight days away from home. Maybe that’s not really amazing but I always feel a nice sense of accomplishment. So there you have it.

But moving on, we’re that family. That family you see in the airport and hope they’re not on your flight. That family you see walking down the skinny aisle between the rows of flights and pray they’re not sitting next to you.

I smile ruefully at my fellow passenger and wish her good luck as she shares a row with us. The college fellow sitting next to Wes disappears after about 80 seconds to miraculously locate himself aisles away from us.

This was indeed wonderful as it gave us four seats in a row on our first flight out.

Five hour flights are incredibly long. I said many praises for Wesley being along for the ride. When we were relaying travel stories to the grandparents they remarked on how Jack had sat for ten minutes looking at books quietly. I had much mirth as I considered ten minutes on a five hour flight.

But it was totally worth it and wasn’t as bad as it could have been and I’d do it all over again.

Plus, hurray and hallelujah for smooth travels and great connections.

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mornings at scout

One of the more enjoyable aspects of vacation in California are the leisurely mornings…for me that is. For the majority of the time, my parents got up with the little darlings (who rose very early in the mornings), fed them and then stuck them in the stroller and headed downtown.

I’d get up around 8, stick a delicious breakfast burrito in the microwave, then hop on the tandem bicycle with Wes and join the family, usually down at Scout. And really, there’s not a whole lot like arriving at the coffee shop and watching your kids watch your arrival. Utter delight. It’s adorable.

They also were pretty delighted with Scout in general.

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Ah. City life. It definitely has its perks. (haha. good pun Kels.).

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A really good day. 

We’re in California. And all days have been great. But today was another exceptional one. After I lounged outside in the morning, miss Ev arrived home from running errands with Poppi with a box of donuts on her lap. She was pretty thrilled to be on donut delivery. I was pretty thrilled to be on the receiving end…for the third time this week. SLO Donut Co, it’s where its at. I didn’t even know I liked donuts.

And then Wes and I hopped into the car (we got a flat on the tandem yesterday) and strolled downtown and had lunch by the creek. It was really nice. Really really nice. I’ve been waiting to do this for about a year.

And then we had a delivery to do in Cayucos and gosh the kids just make my day at the beach.


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Happy day.

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Lake moomaw

You may remember I mentioned between grandparents and the second Texas family, we went to Lake Moomaw.

Let me just begin by saying that camping in Virginia is challenging. At least for us. We’ve had spectacular weather at Moomaw once. Last year when we canceled the trip due to weather and then just waited on the forecast and four days in advance saw a clear weekend.

Nevertheless. These pictures (not taken by me) do make me look back fondly on the time. And it was a good time. In fact, it was such a good time that Wesley could hardly move when we got home. I was not the most empathetic person in the world, ‘Oh, you’re so sore because you had too much fun wakeboarding for hours while I wrestled the children? Tell me more!’.

bahaha. I generally am a nice wife. Promise. hahaha.

I chose of my own accord to not jump on the twenty year olds boat where Wes was but instead, ride with the forty year olds in the hopes that Jack would be quickly lulled to sleep and then stay to sleep. Also, there’s a bathroom on board. Good decision all around. I laughed until I cried at the humor on the forty year old boat. Also at the fog horning done by a certain person two feet away from a sleeping baby. Nothing cracks me up more than someone who is cracking themselves up. Ahh. Good times.

Other than Jack waking up with a night terror and screaming bloody murder, the kids did pretty great. Very thankful for a trailer and for safety in the water.

Until next year!

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