I know. I haven’t been posting. I called my mom yesterday and when she mentioned that we hadn’t talked since our trip to North Carolina I was all, “How? Wha? Huh?” and yet apparently it’s true. So, what have we been up to?
Well, after J came home from the sleep away camp that I almost made her miss due to my shoddy paperwork management, she had a few days to recover before we all road-tripped our way to Deep Creek Lake, Maryland, where we met up with some college friends, all of whom lived on the same hall with Cute W and me our first year, and their families. It was a long-overdue get-together, and we had fun, especially when we did a sort of faux whitewater rafting outing.
Then we drove (and drove, and drove) to Kansas City to visit Grandma and Grandpa. The girls had a great time playing with their cousins, hanging around and ziplining from the tree fort,
fishing with Grandpa,
and cooking and shopping with Grandma (these were a new test recipe for apple roses–pretty, right?).
Grandma and Grandpa were in the process of trying to clean out all sortof stored items, so the girls particularly enjoyed trying on fabulous prom fashions. It also inspired photos like this one, in which the closest thing we have to a family baby poses in the family high chair. (And no, that’s not our dog; that’s the girls’ dog-cousin):
Then we drove (and drove, and drove, and drove, and drove) straight through, approximately 21 hours, back home. Cute W drove probably about 19 hours of that. This was a teensy bit crazy, but it’s also pretty annoying to spend money on a hotel room when you’ve only got a few more hours of driving to go. Plus, M was a superstar and hopped a ride with her teammates to a far-away game the following day. The rest of us just plain recovered.
Since then, M’s been doing a crazy amount of soccer, J’s been doing a crazy amount of gymnastics, and Cute W and I have been doing post-vacation work catch-up. Even though all the travel was fun, it’s good to be home and done with it for the summer. Now we just need to gear up for school. . . .
