The Lumberjack's Wife

Handsome Dude.

My dear, sweet Handsome Dude.

I am sorry. 

But you no longer look manly in your John Deere jammers and your big manly truck when you are begging for Barney.

Sorry.

Barney is not manly.

Well, Handsome Dude’s glasses have been missing for over a week.

I

am

a

failure.

But, honestly.

What can I do?

He is a turd.

A turd who insists on dressing himself.

Nice work, Handsome Dude.

Nice work.

I have excellent news for everyone.

I am sure it will thrill you to no end.

Handsome Dude got a brand new pair of glasses!

Doth not he look distinguished?

Handsome Dude?

Is there something on your glasses?

Right there.

On my left, you’re right.

Toothpaste!

Of course!

Brilliant!

My Handsome Dude is growing up.

He will be 3 next week.

He is amazing us everyday with his ever-improving language skills.

Here are just a few, yes, just a sample if you will, of the sentences he has delighted me with today:

“Daddy has money in his pockets!”

“Where’s Tricia’s car?”

(repeat above sentence 28 times)

Interruption:  Tricia is the dudes’ babysitter when we go to Bible Study on Wednesday nights.

And she returns weekly.

Let’s give Tricia a round of applause!

PS-Tricia’s car has not been at our home since last Wednesday.

Why is he asking for it?

No one knows.

Or cares.

“Mommy!!  (he is shaking and tearing up)  Garbage truck so scary!  It scare-a-me!”

“Mommy!  I tired.”

Well, by all means, my love.  Shall I show you to your bed?

“That’s my a-this!”

This would be his new glasses case.

And in conclusion, I would like to present to you my most favorite recent conversation with my Handsome Dude:

Me:  Hey!  What’s that on the floor?

HD (Handsome Dude!  Keep up!):  I non’t know?

Me:  Dooood . . . .did you pee on my washing machine?

HD:  No.  Ha-Ha did.

Ha-ha is his name for Daisy Mae.

Me:  I don’t think so, bud.  Ha-ha can’t pee at such an angle.  You peed on my washing machine, didn’t you?

HD:  Ok, mommy.

Me:  That is very naughty.  We don’t pee on washing machines.  We pee in toilets.

HD:  Ok, mommy.  Love you, mommy.

Yes.

He is a turd.

His newest trick is to con other playmates into allowing him to take home a truck from their house.

Here is his latest loot:

Attention all mothers who may invite my family over to your house:

Please resist Handsome Dude.

He will beg you for your child’s prized possessions.

And while he is charming, please do not give in.

This must stop.

Thank you.

In other unrelated news, look at how cute Little Dude is!

I heart Little Dude.

Why?

He has not peed on any of my appliances to date.

Or stolen friends’ toys.

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Random Topic Quick-Change!

In yesterday’s post, I got a little silly and mentioned things involving phrases such as *wink wink*.

I was highly stressed about this all evening.

I had to walk around and chant:

“My blog is cute, my blog is fun, and gosh darn it, people like it.”

Interruption:  If you did not read the post that explains why I say that, please don’t think that I think I am all that and a bag of chips.

I don’t think I am all that.

Or a bag of chips.

Click on the above link to discover why I chant that.

Or don’t.

The choice is truly yours.

Thank you.

The Lumberjack came home late.

I told him I may have made a major mistake on my blog and that he must read it to see if I should delete it.

LJ:  You have a blog?

Me:  Stop.

LJ:  Fine.  How do I find your blog?

Me:  Seriously?

LJ:  I don’t pay attention to this stuff.

Me:  Clearly.  Here you go.

reading . . . reading . . . reading

LJ:  This makes no sense.

Me:  Oh, no!  What doesn’t?

My blog is cute, my blog is fun, and gosh darn it, people like it.

My blog is cute, my blog is fun and gosh darn it, people like it.

LJ:  Cancun is pro-nude beaches and bazinga?

Me:  Bazinga is from a tv show.  You hate it.  I love it.

No one guessed.  Do you not know this show?  Seriously?

LJ:  What does pro-nude beaches mean?

Me:  You didn’t notice all the not-so-dressed girls?

LJ:  There were not-so-dressed girls?

Me:  Yes.  And after you got out of the ocean, remember when you went to rinse off?  You walked right by them.  A whole army of girls.  Lotion-ing each other up.

LJ:  Ha!  I did?  I didn’t even notice.

Awesome!

It’s a good thing he didn’t because LJ had this:

to come back to.

Fact:  The Lumberjack loves me very much.

Fact:  The Lumberjack tells me I am beautiful every day.

Fact:  I, too, love the Lumberjack.

Fact:  I am super glad he didn’t see the not-so-dressed girls.  Like, really, really, really glad.

No one has scolded me for my questionable post yesterday.

Then again, I have not heard from my parents since I posted, so for all I know, they might have disowned me.

 

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Random Topic Quick-Change!

I am going out-of-town again!

WHHHHHAAAATTTT???!!!

Holla!

I am leaving for Seattle tomorrow afternoon.  I will be gone many moons, friends.

Many moons.

I am going sans Lumberjack and sans children.

WHHHAATTTT???!!

Yes.

Tis true, tis true.

I am going with my children’s ministry peeps.

We are going to have a swell, grand, glorious time learning about how to be better children’s ministry peeps.

We have grand times together.

Here I am with my super-cool homey-g Shelly.

Alright.

That’s all for today.

Little Dude has a poo poo in his diaper and it smells nasty something fierce.

Later, dudes!

Happy Tuesday!

Hola!

Bienvenidos!

Miercoles!

Fresa!

This will be the last post about our Cancun vacation.

I know.

No one probably even remembers.

But I know I never ended it, and that just does not sit well with me.

To catch up, here are all of my Cancun posts:

Home Again

Not Me, Nor my Husband:  Airport Edition

Where’s Waldo?

Walmart in Mexico

So You Think You Can Dance?

Ten Things Thursday:  Market 28 Edition

We left off on Wednesday night with me crying tears of sadness, on account of me missing the children so,  into my plate of baby adobo goat in chile sauce.

Yum.

Interruption:  That was completely and utterly sarcastic.  I had tortilla soup, people!  Baby goats belong with their mothers.

Thursday.

Thursday was hang out in the sun day.

We sat and ate and slept and ate and read and ate and sun-tanned.

It was, in fact, gorgeous there.

The Lumberjack decided it was about time to take a dip in the ocean.

I decided it was time for me to sit and rest.

So, I took pictures of him while he frolicked amidst the waves.

Look!

That one there is of his hiney.

Lord,

Make me a bird, so I can fly far . . . far, far away from here.

(Name that movie.)

(PS-You can do it!  It is so super easy!)

Whoa, Nelly!

Too many birds!  I repeat, there are too many birds!

What?!

They’re gone.

I had better swim back to my darling Lumberjill real quick like before they return.

Interruption:  Lumberjill was secretly hoping Lumberjack would not return for a few more momentos.

Why?

Because guess what Lumberjill discovered?

Cancun is pro-nude beaches.

Bazinga!

(Name that TV show)

Lumberjill was feeling a smidgen inadequate.

Over and out.

The Lumberjack returned from his swim in the Caribbean and then he stopped to gather seashells for the kids.

Ready, everyone?

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Then we sat and ate and read and ate and slept and ate and ate and slept and read and ate.

Then it was time to get cleaned up for dinner!

Really.

I don’t think much else happened.

I mean, what else is there to do?

*wink, wink*

Oh, dear.

I think I just crossed the line.

Oh, please help this to not be the one out of 10 posts my parents look at.

That would be awkward.

I might have to delete that part after a bit.

Friday!

Friday we shopped.

Cause it was cloudy.

We rode the bus again.

Cause we are cheap.

Then we came back and ate.

Then we tried to sit out in the sun, but it was muy freezing.

So we went inside and finished our reading.

Cause we are senior citizens.

And then we tried to take all those unfortunate pictures with the self-timer that I already shared with you in the post Home Again.

And then we ate dinner.

And that, my friends, was the end.

Or, was it?

*wink, wink*

What has gotten into me today?

On Saturday, we flew home.

It was a loooooooong day of travelling.

Lots of security checks, patting down, and, oh yeah, our plane broke down.

That was a bummer.

But, good news!

The Lumberjack did not bring any weapons this time!

We got home around 1am.

Our house had been fireless for 7 days.

I do declare I have never been so cold in my entire existence.

Me:  Lumberjack!

Interruption:  I don’t really call him Lumberjack.

Just making sure we are clear on that.

I call him Hot Stuff.

LJ:  Go to sleep.

Me:  I’m cold.

LJ:  Go to sleep.

Me:  But do you think we will die of hypothermia?

LJ:  Go to sleep.

Me:  But it is cold, dude!

LJ:  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

On Sunday morn, we went to get the Lumberjacklings from my parents.

Let’s give a big round of applause for my parents who survived a week with my Fab Four!

We loaded up the kids, all 4.2 billion pieces of their personal items and necessities, and drove off.

And less than 1 mile later our car broke down.

Welcome home, Lumberjack!

Welcome home.

Happy Monday, everyone!

We are taking a break from the Cancun posts because:

A)  Something better happened last night

B)  I don’t think anything else really happened in Cancun.  I will ponder it. 

Hmmm . . .

C)  Ok, more stuff happened, but this is more pressing and will be posted about today.

Last night, after dinner, the Lumberjack asked me if I could please give him a haircut.

Of course, I first checked him for a fever.

When I realized he was of sound mind and sound body, I asked him if he remembered the last time I gave him a haircut.

LJ (Lumberjack!  Focus, people!):  Yeah.  You did a terrible job.

Me:  I know.  You immediately drove to Great Clips to have it fixed

LJ:  Yup.

Me:  And the Great Clips lady could not believe how horrible of a job I did.  And the two of you made fun of me.

LJ:  Yup.

Me:  So . . . . why are we revisiting this?

LJ:  Because my hair is driving me crazy.  I’m just going to have you shave it all one length.  You can’t mess it up.

Me:  Ok.  Let’s get the boys, too.

LJ:  Sounds like a plan.  Have I told you lately that you are the most wonderful wife a man could ever ask for?

Me:  Yes!  You tell me everyday.

Or something like that . . .

Before we begin, let us examine this picture.

Interruption:  Daisy Mae took most of the pictures for this post.

Look at how thrilled my Lumberjack is.

Look at how messy my pantry is.

Oh! 

Goodness!

Will you look at that!

Once upon a time, a dashing electrician came into my home and prepared the wiring for a grand and exquisite under-cabinet lighting system.

Yes.

We are high-class.

But, alas!

That dashing electrician has not returned to finish the job, leaving me, the fair maiden to resort to taping up the ugly wires so they do not poke me in the eyes.

And now, it seems that the tape is failing me.

I must figure out a way to summon that dashing electrician again.

Lumberjack!

You are that electrician.

Anyways . . . he let me cut his hair.

Ha!

Who has the goofy eyes in the picture now, Lumberjack?

And in order to have complete concentration, the dudes were locked out of the kitchen.

Poor Dudes.

They were not pleased.

Guess who else was not pleased?

My Lumberjack.

He decided to take matters into his own hands.

Oh, well.

At least I tried.

Handsome Dude’s turn!

After seeing what his mother did to his father’s hair, he is not sure if this is a good idea.

Dad!

Hey, Dad!

Is this a good plan?

Dad?

Sweet Pea was certain everyone was out to ruin her evening.

“Guys!  This is just so frus-ter-ate-ing!  I came in the kitchen for quiet so I could work on my number scrolls and now everyone is just bothering me.  And if I don’t do it, I don’t get a popsicle!”

So much drama and hardship for a 7-year-old.

Yes.

That is a suitcase.

Clearly, we are too lazy to put it away.

Little Dude’s turn!

Please take a moment to admire his thick, luscious hair.

You will need this visual in a few moments.

Interruption:  Daisy Mae took this picture of herself.

Yes.

Her skills are amazing.

But, please notice the temporary tattoo on her neck.

It has been there for 2 weeks.

How can one remove such a thing?

100 (meaningless) point to whoever can tell me how to remove this eyesore from my child’s neck.

Little Dude does not like getting his hair cut.

So, I finish up and go start the bath for my dudes.

The Lumberjack is cleaning up Little Dude and decides he should just trim up a little around Little Dude’s ears.

Handsome Dude comes into the bathroom with me.

Ridiculous Statement I make as I enter the bathroom: 

“Boy!  It’s a good thing I deep-cleaned the bathroom today!  Can’t even tell now!  My life is pointless!”

Then . . . I hear it.

Shrieks of terror and fear.

My girls run into the bathroom.

They are crying and covered in snot.

“Mom!  Dad is ruining Cokey-the Bear!”

Fact:  Little Dude’s nickname is Cokey-the Bear.  It’s a long story.

So, I rush to the kitchen.

And this, my dear readers, is what I found:

*gasp!*

He was, in fact, ruining Cokey-the-Bear!

And this, my friends, is where we lost all control of the children.

Exhibit A:

Sweet Pea has resorted to wailing and shouting:

“You made my baby brother look like a bald, old man!”

Exhibit B:

Handsome Dude has wandered out of the bathroom and keeps repeating:

“Daddy, naughty?  Daddy, naughty?”

Ridiculous Statement I made: 

“Daisy Mae!  No more naked pictures of Handsome Dude!  We don’t take pictures of naked people!”

Daisy Mae hands over the camera and runs into the living room.

Exhibit C:

Daisy Mae has thrown herself onto the couch and is moaning:

“He doesn’t even look like my Cokey-the-Bear anymore!  I want my Cokey-the-Bear!”

Well, folks.

There is no other way to say it.

My husband ruined Cokey-the-Bear.

But, hey!

At least we saved money on not one, not two, but three haircuts!

Poor Little Dude/Cokey-the-Bear.

*sigh*

I did what any good mother would do.

I told him he was still the most handsomest Cokey-the-Bear in the whole entire world and I gave him a big bowl of cake.

So . . . tell me.

Do you cut your family’s hair?

Happy Wednesday!

Alright.

Back to the Cancun vacation recap.

If you would like to catch up, click here to start at the beginning and work your way up to this point.

We have come to Wednesday.

Wednesday was cold, gray, and a little rainy.

So, we took the advice of Waldo, and decided to do a little shopping.

He recommended we go to Market 28.

And, without further ado, I present to you:

Ten Things Tuesday, Market 28 Edition

or

Ten Things Tuesday:  The Fateful Day that this Photo was Taken

I went with the first title.

You go with whatever title you see fit.

Interruption:  I am feeling a little random today.  Forgive me.

1)  In order to get to Market 28, we must ride the city bus.  Now, according to Waldo, you cannot see Market 28 from the bus.  So you have to hope the bus driver shouts it out when it is time to get off.  So, we get on and we ask him to do so.

Darn our luck, he is not cooperating.

Lucky for us, we have Cancun’s most avid-traveller, who also happens to be an American citizen, sitting right next to us and she helps us get off the bus.

2)  Nonetheless, we do not know where to go once we get off the bus. 

I think we should go one way. 

The Lumberjack thinks we should go another. 

The Lumberjack gets his way. 

The Lumberjack always gets his way.

3)  The Lumberjack leads us through a creepy alley.

I am trying to remain cool and collected.

I don’t think I succeeded. 

After about 30 minutes of wandering, we stumble upon Market 28.

4)  Market 28 is like a big, open flea market where locals are trying to sell whatever they can do any tourist who comes their way.

They know just enough English to get by, but if you ask them questions, they don’t understand you.

“Honeymooners!  Please come to my store.”

“Right this way, honeymooners.”

“Please come in.  I good deals.”

“Come in.  Come in.  Come in.  Come in.  Come in.  Si.  No?  You come back then.”

5)  Now.

I do not like their pushiness.

When I go to Old Navy, the sales clerk does not follow me around and say,

“Please, miss!  Try on this t-shirt.”

“No, come this way, miss.”

“Miss!  Don’t you like this skirt?”

“Miss!  Are you sure you are that size?”

No.

She leaves me be so I can shop in peace.

And that, my friends, is the way shopping is meant to be.

So, even if I saw something that piqued (ooh!  a fancy word!  look at me!)  my interest, if the shop owner was too pushy for me, I would walk on by.

I sure showed them.

I ended up only going into 4 stores owned by the most unfriendly people who did not care to say a word to me.

But at least they were not pushy.

6)  Our goal at Market 28 was to purchase gifts to take home to the 4 lumberjacklings. 

At one store, I found some cute little necklaces for our girls.

Aren’t they sweet?

As I am looking over the necklaces, the shop owner informs me that everything is

“Just one dollar, Honeymooners!”

Sweet.

I can do that.

So I pick out two necklaces.

Lumberjack:  You can’t just give him $2 for those.

Me:  Yes, I can.

Lumberjack:  No.  You have to barter.  Remember?  Waldo said.

Me:  I don’t barter.

Lumberjack:  Fine.  I will do it.

So, I walked away and let him work his magic.

When he came back, I asked him how much he paid for both of them.

“$7”

“What?!  They were only $2 to begin with.”

“I know.  Just start walking.”

“But you bartered the wrong way!  You missed the point!”

“Just walk away.  I didn’t understand what he was saying.”

Interesting, Lumberjack.

Interesting.

7)  We came to a point in the Market where I felt the need to take a picture and capture this moment in time.

Rico Suave here invited himself into the picture.

Dudes.

He is giving the Lumberjack bunny ears and nothing else.

Get your minds out of the gutter.

I also snapped this photo:

I like it.

I feel it as a certain “Senior Picture-ish” sort of quality.

8)  The time came for us to leave. 

As we were exiting, 14 kind, yet pushy, taxi drivers offered us a ride to our hotel for only $10.

I found this to be quite reasonable.

But the Lumberjack, in all his frugalness, said we would get back on the bus, as it was only $1.20.

So, we try to find the bus.

9)  2 hours later, we are still trying to find the bus.

I am starting to get annoyed at my frugal man, but trying not to let it show.

I mean, what fun is a honeymoon if you are fighting with your spouse?

But, then again, what fun is a honeymoon if you are Lumberjack-napped?

Hmmm . . . .

Thoughts to ponder.

10)  We FINALLY found the bus. 

After 2 hours of walking the streets of Cancun.

And not the hotel zone of Cancun.

The regular part of Cancun.

Where no other tourists exist.

We sit down on the bus, and I turn to the Lumberjack and jokingly say,

“Boy!  That taxi probably would have been the way to go!”

And would you like to know what he said?

“Nah.  I don’t mind walking.”

Lies, Lumberjack!

Lies!

I declare, Lumberjack, that you are just trying to save face because you know you got us lost.

But I let it slide.

It was our honeymoon, after all.

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We returned to our hotel.

I cheered up because it was time to eat.

And I ate a lot.

I ordered off the menu and visited the buffet.

Then we went to the pool where I looked at other girls in their swimsuits and wondered how they stayed so trim.

For dinner that night, we had reservations at one of the fancier restaurants in the hotel.

We decided that fancy is not our style.

I cannot, for the life of me, understand how “Baby Adobo Goat in Cream Chile Sauce” could ever sound more appealing than “Pizza.”

Fact:  It was on Wednesday that I started missing the kids terribly.

Fact:  I saw a Spanish baby wipes commercial that triggered my emotions.

Fact:  As we were eating our fancy dinner, I had tears of sorrow streaming down my face as I tried to help the Lumberjack understand how a baby wipes commercial in a language that I did not comprehend could make me cry and miss my children so.

Fact:  The Lumberjack still does not understand me.

Happy Tuesday!

First of  all, before I recap the weekend, I wanted to thank you all for you kind thoughts and comments regarding my grandmother.  She is still pretty sick, but I am extremely grateful that me, my husband, and the kids got to all see her again.  She was pretty alert and I had a couple nice little conversations with her, which I am thankful for.

Thank you.

On Friday afternoon, around 4pm, we loaded up and headed out-of-town.

Look at the kids . . . doing great if I do say so myself . . . .

True . . . this picture was taken before we had even left town . . .

But just look at how well it is going!

I’m sure it is on account of my sweet parenting skills.

I don’t wanna brag, but I’m kind of the bomb.

Ok . . ok . . .ok.

I’m not the bomb.

20 minutes into the trip, these were the shouts of anarchy we heard from the backseat:

Interruption:  Who knew that young children could be filled with such rage?

“Mom!  She’s looking at me mean!”

“Mom!  Her stuff’s on my side!”

“Mom!  I am soooooooooooo bored.”

“Mom!  When do we break for dinner?”

“Mom!  She won’t share her DS!”

“Mom!  When do get a snack?”

“Mom!  I have to pee!”

“Mom!  I’m bored!”

“Mom!  Turn your music down!  I can’t hear my DS!”

“Mom!  Where are we going?”

“Mom!  Can we go swimming?”

“Mom!  Truck bye-bye big bishie bye-bye in da wah-wer!”

That would be the 2 year old.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. MoMoNoNoNoNo. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

That would be the 1 year old.

Don’t be jealous of my boys’ brilliant early language skills.

Perhaps, if you are so lucky, one day I will post about my sweet early language lessons so your children can be as brilliant as mine.

Until then, you will just have to come to terms with the fact that my boys are ahead of yours.

Deal with it.

So, the Lumberjack is all about making good time.

So, I had to resort to limiting my fluid-intake so as to not frazzle him or upset him in any way.

And I still had to ask him to stop three times.

Yes.

I failed him.

To make up for lost time, he decided we should have everyone eat dinner in the car.

For the first time.

Ever.

Oh, joy.

So, I got to sit in the backseat between the two dudes and help them eat their dinner.

Now this, gentle readers, was a treat.

And I got to stress about how the Lumberjack was going to eat a salad and drive us safely to our destination.

Of course on the night he is drive-eating he gets a notion to eat healthy and chooses a salad.

Cheeseburger, Lumberjack.

Cheeseburger.

Any-who . . . as I was searching for the FM modulator (FM-who?  Exactly.) for Sir Salad, I came across these

bullets.

I guess you never do know when you are going to need a spare bullet.

I can’t, for the life of me, get him to put one of those ice-scraper thingies in my car.

But bullets, he remembers.

Weird, Lumberjack.

Weird.

Right after we ate, guess what happened?

The good news is, 3 kids slept for 3 hours.

 

Can you guess what the bad news was?

This.  

This was the bad news.

Yes.

Handsome Dude’s pajamas are on backwards.

He prides himself on dressing himself.

And we are too tired to care anymore.

And, yes.

This fun lasted from the hours of 10:30pm-12:30am.

I am certain that the other hotel patrons loved us.

Oh, yes.

Loved us.

We may or may not have given 2 out of 4 children a small dose of Benadryl.

Don’t judge.

You would do it, too.

Alright.  So, on to Saturday.

Now, on Saturday, we were first to meet up with the Lumberjack’s little brother, Jason.

Do you all remember Jason?

Now, Jason lives in the very same exact town as we do.

Yet, why are we meeting up with him two states away?

Hmmm . . . . interesting.

I told you my in-laws are weird.

So, Jason wants us to go to this REI sale with him.

Yes.

Does not REI sound like the store of my dreams?

So, we MapQuest it, cause we are technologically hip like that, and we head off to meet Jason.

Two states away.

Who we see weekly in our hometown.

Interruption:  Can we not all agree that Handsome Dude is such a precious little dude?  I mean look at him.

Cowboy boots?

Check.

Horsie?

Check.

Glasses?

Check and hallelujah!

Precious boy pointing at big manly man truck?

Check.

Now, this REI had parking in a parking garage.

Raise your hand if you drive any sort of large van, SUV, or truck.

Are not parking garages the most terrifying beasts you can encounter while driving in such large rigs?

Am I the only one who ducks the entire time?

We are not certain if our rig was technically too big for this particular parking garage.

Thoughts?

So, anyways, we walk around REI for some time and we do not find Jason.

Remember Jason?

Oh, I crack myself up.

So we call him.

Turns out we are the wrong REI.

Silly us.

Who knew a city could have more than one?

So, we find him and all is well.

Now, back in the days of old, I wrote a post recapping a camping trip.

I mentioned that on this particular camping trip, my mother-in-law informed Jason that it was about time he “got a honey.”

Attention Mother-in-Law:

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Jason!

You silly boy, you!

That’s why you are so far from home!

You got a honey!

Yay!

And, her name is Amy and we enjoyed her company thoroughly.

And she didn’t even seem horrified or overwhelmed by our crazy offspring.

She’s a keeper!

So, we did a lot of visiting with my grandma and other relatives who live in that region.

It was lovely and fun and we had a grand time.

I, however, neglected to take pictures of such events.

I know, I know.

Boo, Taylor.

Boo.

I did, however, remember to take pictures of us going through the car wash.

Why?

Because it scared the bajibbers out of my boys that’s why!

And, personally, I found it to be hilarious.

Is that bad?

And, in conclusion, here are just a few more random shots from our quick road trip:

Yes.

We pride ourselves on a tidy hotel room.

Now that’s just cute.

Can we please stop and have a moment of applause for Handsome Dude?

Handsome Dude did not lose his glasses once during the course of this adventure.

Hooray, Handsome Dude!

Hooray!

BOOOOORRRREEEEEEDDDOOOMM.

Wait a tick!

Those two kids look strangely like Handsome Dude and Daisy Mae!

Have they been lumberjackling-napped?

I kid!

I jest!

Those fine folks are my parents and they offered to take on half the crew for bit.

Foolish idea, Mom and Dad.

Foolish.

Sweet Pea helping Little Dude watch a video.

Precious to my heart.

Well, that concludes this edition of Weekend Update!

Hope you all had wonderful weekends!

Later, Dudes!