Our last big adventure while I was in town was on July 4th. We went to see the Altoona Curve, both the minor league baseball team and the train station. The game was sold out, but we were able to get standing room only tickets which were perfect. We were eating dinner sitting at a picnic table during warms ups. Nolin asked if he could go down to the seats in front, so we did. They started playing R.O.C.K. In The USA and Nolin put on a show. Shaking his hips, jumping from stair to stair like the platforms were his own personal stage. The boy has moves. It was hysterical. Continue reading
Childhood summers are magical. Although my mom is approaching senility (just kidding mom), she still fondly recalls her summers growing up in Rockport with her family. Years later she would bring my sister and I to spend some time there with our cousins, aunt and uncle and various friends she had made over her years vacationing there as a child.
Fortunately I think our kids will have that same magic and fond memories as they grow up. Jenn’s parent’s house (named The Bumpy Road House by Nolin last year) not to be confused with their house down the street from us (cleverly called The Smooth Road house), is like a summer wonderland for our kids. Set off a long (bumpy) road with few houses on 5 acres, it provides unlimited space for the kids to run barefoot and free. We don’t have to constantly hover over them because there is plenty of room to roam and not get into trouble. Continue reading
Why aren’t we flying? Because getting there is half the fun. You know that.
A perfect line to steal from Clark W. Griswold, but that was the attitude we took as our family of four hopped in the car for our own vacation and headed North for the 20 hour drive to “The Bumpy Road House”.
While I was excited for the vacation, I was dreading the drive especially since we had decided to power through without stopping. This gets tricky because if you do this and then decide in the early morning hours that you need to stop and sleep, you could be faced with two kids who are no longer sleeping. Continue reading
It probably goes without saying that this Father’s Day was a little more enjoyable than last year. Although I was not able to celebrate with my dad, I was at home with Jenn, Nolin & Grace and not in the waiting room of the ICU. That is always a plus.
I guess it started a day early with the return of Pap-Pap. The kids were excited, and poor Grace woke up from a nap in the car to see Pap-Pap sitting next to her, and wasn’t sure what to think, but her wide eyes confirmed she was (as she would say) “Happy”. Continue reading
As I write this, you are sleeping on what will be your last night as a three-year old. While by traditional standards, this is not a major milestone (like your last night before graduation or getting married), it is a distinct reminder of how quickly time is passing. Continue reading