I'm back and have so much blog-worthy material from all our travels, that I'm a bit overwhelmed by it.
But, I am more overwhelmed by the pile of laundry, barren fridge and long list of "to-do's" amongst five nights a week of soccer distributed between three boys.
Plus, my sister is having her baby today, so I can't focus my mind on anything but that right now.
I just wanted you to know that we're alive, we made it, and I'll be in touch soon!
Hi my name is Laurie and I am a thirty-something year old groupie.
They are the best bunch of college drop outs you'll ever know. They are my favorite band (my husband's too, coincidence? I think not.). We've seen their concerts all over the USofA throughout our moving extravaganzas over the years. We will drive any reasonable distance to see them when they come out west (is 9 hours reasonable?), which isn't often enough.
Mac even shook my hand at the last SLC concert.
I had a seat in the second row - sorry to the front row ticket holders who I jumped over to make that happen - ok, I'm not that sorry.
My five year old knows the lead singer's voice and names him in five notes. I can't wait to take my boys to their first concert.
New album came out July 29th - featured on The Tonight Show that night... Third Day BABY!
Love them!
After an 8+ hour drive from the suburbs of Chicago to Erie, PA we have been enjoying Kenyon's old stomping grounds and the people he stomped with. Pop Pop and Hunca Munca always make our visits so special for the boys. Although we don't get back here very often, the boys don't ever forget it.
Kenyon's mom Lila works at the local library, and every year she gets all the boys a t-shirt from the latest reading promotion. She passed them out when Kenyon's cousin Devin and her daughters came over for a visit.
Here are all the cousins sporting their new t-shirts. In the back are Elisa, Hunter, Mariah, Sauce. In the front row are Nora, Rufus and Squirt.
Pop Pop said that it always rains when Hunca Munca turns on the sprinkler to water the garden. He was right - so they took out all the umbrellas and went for a walk in the rain.
Here we are - what a crew!
For the last couple of years, Hunca and Pop Pop have done treasure hunts with the boys, taking them all over the peninsula and sometimes on boat rides across the bay of Lake Erie. Last time we had a frog theme, and this year it is a pirate theme.
We have three scurvy pirates waiting for their treasure hunt this afternoon. They have gotten quite comfortable in their pirate gear though.
Last night we had homemade pizza made by some expert chefs. Delicious!
In their backyard garden paradise they have a little pond loaded with fish. Sauce spends most of his time with the net trying to catch one. You can't really see it, but there is one in the net.
There is also a little sandbox built just for our boys and this year Hunca and Pop Pop hid sea shells, colored glass stones and other treasures for them to find. There was also a big bucket of colored sand for them to mix in and play with. Why would they ever want to go home?
I'm wondering how many treasures and blue sand we will find when Rufus's cast comes off next Wednesday!
Yesterday we also got to see Kenyon's uncles and aunts when they came over for brunch.
I neglected to blog about the "Midwest Regional Barf Relay" we entered our family in before we got to Erie. Squirt must have picked up something on the plane rides here (active non-walker on confined airplane - yuck!) and was throwing up intermittently in the night when we were at my sister's house.
I was the next lucky participant to yawn in technicolor on Saturday night. Squirt made his last entry about two hours into our drive across the midwest.
Yum, feeling sick and cleaning up puke pooling in the corner of a carseat at the same time!
I started receiving text messages over the next couple of days that my other family members we just left were now joining in the relay. Amelia took the first turn, then Jeff and Eva grabbed the baton and barfed all Monday night. Little did they know that my brother in-law Terry was doing the same.
Sorry guys.
We had Amy's baby shower for baby Vivian last night. Earlier in the afternoon we went with Amy's daughters for pedicures to get all gussied up for the par-tay that night. I had a moment of pms induced teary eyes when I realized that this is something I'll miss out on by never having daughters.
I guess that's why I have four nieces.
The shower was great and she has enough clothes for Vivian that Amy will not have to do laundry for the first six months.
Cake cutting:
Me, Amy and our mom:
The boys watching Vivian dance:
Now if Vivian would just be a good little girl and come out and meet me while we are visiting, I would be so appreciative!!!
We're here in Illinois making the big cross country visit to both of our families.
We survived the plane rides with surprisingly few stories to tell. At one point, Sauce looked down on the clouds below us and said, "Mom, now I know what the whole world looks like!"
Life's good when a five year old has seen the whole world!
Right now we're staying with my sister Amy and her family. Amy's husband Terry works for Chicago Sea Ray as a sales rep. One of his MAJOR perks is that he is able to use new demo boats at his leisure.
She obviously married well.
Yesterday we spent the day "yachting" on Lake Geneva on a 40 foot Sea Ray Sundancer.
Mighty fine, people. I could live like this.
When I saw the price tag, I told my kids NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING. Because it's worth more than our first three houses combined. Here's a glimpse:
Yes, that's a granite countertop!
Lucas was wiped out so he retired to his state room.
Anyhoo, we had such a fun day. Everyone did a lot of swimming and jumping off the boat.
Anyone who knows my husband is aware that he does not do anything halfway.
Jumping off the front or back of the boat was not enough for him, he had to climb up on top of the roof of the boat and jump from there like this:
During the first attempt, he was unaware that his dripping wet body made the roof of the boat somewhat slick. As he took his pushing-off step, his body slid off balance and we all heard a loud, "OH SH#T!"
My mom was sitting on the front of the boat with my older boys. Sauce immediately asked her, "Grandma, what does SHIFT mean?"
"To change course quickly." was my reply.
Good times with family.
Lloyd Dobler -the keymaster.... right on.
Sorry, I got carried away with movie lines - can anyone name it?
OK, so people, I stirred up a little fury passion amongst you, didn't I?
Facebook is officially a love-hate relationship. You either love it or you hate it.
I get it.
Lest you misunderstood me last time, let me just emphasize once again that I was looking for enlightenment...
Maybe you got distracted by my witty banter.
Those of you who love it, let me just say that I kept my page, I even added a picture of myself for crying out loud. I am really open to seeing what is fun about it.
But I don't understand the games, the bling, the poking and the very public comments for all the world to see. Why not just email the person?
Just wondering what makes it fun FOR YOU.
So, stop calling me an old fart (Fischer, you know I'm the funnest girlfriend you have!!! (yes I meant to say funnest)), and give me a little grace.
And for the love of all that is good and holy, if you have known me for any length of time, you'll know I'm not judging or calling anyone crazy.
Laugh with me okie dokie?
Six years ago I bought an Old Navy 4th of July "2002" t-shirt for my one year old baby boy. He wore it with a cute sun hat I found on clearance at Baby Gap.
Yesterday I felt a bit of deja vu while watching my one year old playing in the kiddy pool on our deck.
Think they're brothers?
Thank God for hand-me-downs (and Clorox 2).
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