The first week of November is one of my favorites of the whole livelong year because our Dad & Mama were here. I cried when we left them at the airport for their trip home, I cried off and on for two days after, and I would like airfare to be free so that families don't have to be so far apart for such long stretches at a time, thank you very much. There are some things in my experience that feel too dear to talk much about, and this is one of them :)
We have pictures from the state fair and the arboretum, and I want to share them.
As far as I'm concerned, the very best thing about the fair are the animals in the petting zoo (although this year the horses from the Dallas Police Department Mounted Unit were a close second. So beautiful!)
I'm not sure how much petting the porcupines actually received, but it was fun to see them :)
And these are our friends Hugo and Eduardo, as well as the first corn dog of the day. It's practically compulsory to consume one's weight in fried food at the fair, and we did a decent job. We all, however, managed to steer clear of the Krispy Kreme cheeseburger. Even we have limits.
I spy fall at the arboretum! :)
This doesn't look like fall,but it's beautiful, so I'll allow it :)
Near the end of September adventure was calling and we answered by high-tailing it down the road to Arkansas. Hot Springs is interesting and weird all at once. It's known for it's ties to Major League Baseball, illegal gambling and gangsters, and of course the thermal water that flows from 47 springs in the downtown district; there's really quite a lot of diverse history to learn about there. We toured an old bathhouse (c-r-e-e-p-y!), held alligators at a petting zoo and took a very sweaty but beautiful walk through a botanical garden. We also sat in our motel room and watched the Seahawks lose to the Packers, but we won't dwell on that too much :)
It's fall but it doesn't feel like it (where is the leg warmer weather?!), and so sharing the last week of our summer vacation to the PNW doesn't seem too out of place, even if it is October already.
One of the things that feels hardest about living so far away is missing out on the ordinary, everyday things that I think we probably took for granted when we were just 2 hours up the road. So, we did a lot of sitting on the porch together, and prowling around the garden, and taking naps in each other's company, and feeding the ducks at the park, and having root beers floats downtown. I'm so thankful for who we have to love, and that they love us back, and that small things like watching the Mariners with our 85- year-old grandma and going to story time at the library with our 2- year-old wonder nephew really aren't small at all.
Saying good-bye to the boys is sad and tearful, but the night before we put on a brave face for family pictures. The entire process was an enormous pain for poor Caleb, because it's hard to have to pose 75 times when you'd much rather be climbing all over rocks and collecting jelly fish off the pier.
We have this one framed on the bookcase; I will laugh forever at Caleb's face!
This is after official pictures and during jelly fish collection :)
It hurts a little bit to look at their sweet faces because we miss them so; until next time, wonder boys!
Canadian bowling for kids, at least in the particular alley we descended upon, is a far cry from American bowling for grown-ups. It requires a different kind of finesse than we're used to, and as such, Caleb skunked us all :)
I thought it would be nice to begin the festivities with an inspirational story about one of my brothers, who as a 10-year old, held the distinguished title of WA State Bowling Champion for his age category. Some of us (me) were more impressed than others (the boys).