well, we're home...
and that lazy maid didn't show the whole time we were gone!...sigh...
we are attempting to get back into our routine...i use that word loosely, you understand...
the duke is back to school and is embarking on a new math text and new history text...wingman has snack day and show and tell tomorrow...he's practically vibrating with excitement...
they've rescheduled wingman's surgery again and the dentist found an extra tooth on the roof of the duke's mouth that has to be extracted next week...
the lord of the ring is working from home for the next bit of time...
i am here...
i think i left you last right before the ball game...oh my goodness but i LOVED it!...who knew?...it was very enjoyable...of course what can be wrong with doing nothing more than sitting in the sun, drinking cold beer and eating deliciously crappy food while eavesdropping on everyone else around you?...it's like being on a picnic, only it's with people you don't know which makes it even better because you don't have to talk to them!...
the best part was the boybarians each got a game ball!...they waited by the giants dugout after each inning and the first time this guy who said he had been going to baseball games for 40 years and had never caught a ball caught a ball this game and gave the ball to wingman!...and then the duke hung out after another inning and one of the giants tossed him a ball!...but before the game even started the duke stood down there forever and got two giants signatures on the ball he brought...
oh my god you should have seen the looks on their faces!...simple pleasures indeed...i love my boys...
the rest of the trip of course included the aforementioned trip to the grand canyon...and of course the sillymortalfamily goes when it's SNOWING!...good lord it was a white out on the way up...it was 9 pm and the boybarians were in the back sleeping and the lord of the ring and i were still inching our way up towards the canyon...
in hindsight?...yeah, dumb parenting move #4005...
BUT it wasn't so bad when we started out and there is the land cruiser factor...so we just headed up...well the snow was obviously worse than we thought, nearly total whiteout, but it wasn't until i heard the lord of the ring say the following that i really started to worry...
"i better get out and lock the hubs and put it into high4"
okay first of all my husband is always way more butch than i give him credit for...and second of all that's just a buncha crazy talk right there!!
but, just as it was getting really bad, it stopped...and the night was clear and big and starry...it was beautiful...
the next morning we trolled around the grand canyon and vowed to come back one day when it wasn't snowing and for a family backpack down to the bottom...
what a gorgeous and beautiful wonder, the grand canyon...if you haven't already, you must go...
we finished up the trip with an evening in portland having dinner at our favorite restaurant and swimming at the hotel pool...where i must say i got more than one admiring glance my way while in my bathing suit...
this doesn't happen ever so i enjoyed it while i could...so okay, yes they were an older lesbian couple but a girl takes what she can get...
we started in the wilds of michigan and made a smile down the united states back up to home...we missed an ice storm and switched bumpers in michigan, saw dear friends and tossed the disgusting berry blast air freshener in illinois, missed the tornadoes of the midwest and discovered frito pie and shiner bock in amarillo, replaced windshield wipers and learned how to cage fight in new mexico, replaced tires and realized our boys are already lifetime fans of america's favorite past time in peoria...
and the thread that wove all of the states together?...a hooters at every stop...
through it all we learned, once again, that we really do like to be together as a family, and that it really is possible to travel 3000 miles with two kids and not a gameboy, dvd player, or walkman in sight...
of course that means i had to keep my "free to any home" sign at the ready and if i hear revolver ever. again. or the boybarians singing take me out to the ball game one. more. time i'm taking an ice pick to my ears...
of course that's not as bad as the last two hours of the trip wherein wingman amused himself by drawing pictures of me with a mustache...
when i balked (only slightly mind you, i know when i'm up against a losing battle...and there really is no reasoning with a five year old) he said
"but mama, mustaches are moo-ee (muy) macho!"
indeed...and it would certainly explain all the interest at the pool...
x.
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