At McDonalds, of course, 7 am tradition on vacation.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Our annual trek to the beginning of the Mississippi.
Where they never wanted to leave.
And waded in further and further until we found them around a bend at a bridge and hauled them out.
And on the way back, folks coming and going, glancing at the Stuber mess of wet and so many people, we get the following:
Me: "Alida, keep up girl."
Alida: "I am mommy. Don't worry, I can still see you. And anyway, I can smell your blood!"
I thought one of the women in a family walking the other way was going to fall off the trail laughing so hard.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
3,000 mile road trip, a week in Minnesota, a few days in Kansas, a business trip to Washington thrown in, pink eye, first day of school, and daddy out-of-town again for a few days.
We're wiped out.
And then I lost the cord to my camera somewhere in there and can't get the vacation, first day of school pictures loaded.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
That Patric was as uncomfortable holding a such a small package, as I was once again taking a picture of him doing so.
We're still a little close to those days, and those utterly sleepless nights.