Okay so there's been LOTS since June; but no excuses. Whatever, my whole life is measured in excuses; so
why stop now? :)
We've taken weekend trips, back home trips, trips to the Strip and its pools and trips to the couch. :)
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Baby Eleanor LOVES swimming. More than her father and sister combined. She'd definitely give her Auntie Katee a run for her money... but ONLY in pools. I don't think anyone would last longer than Katee in a lake. Good lord; my childhood memories of the cabin are filled with goosebumps and being told if I didn't stay in the water with her (since then she would have to get out too) that she would never play with me again.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Anyway, now it snacktime. Snacks to the pool are vital to not blowing $150 and to keep her from eating her own sister. I'm not sure she'd eat Summer is she was still alive, all I'm saying is I don't think you should ever fly over the mountains in a twin prop plane that could crash leaving you in a horrible survival situation. I'm sure Eleanor would survive.
We made back to the Midwest (last time ever, again, right Jas?) and got to see Katee's fabulous house in the Upper Michigan. They made us earn our keep and Jason was forced into servitude. He "built" their 1000 sq ft. deck while my brother in law Jason feed him horrible ales that were clearly just sludge from the bottom of the pond they filled in. I suffered in silence all night in bed with the methane derivative of said sludge. Yeah, you guys are coming out by us next year... I'm sure we'll have a pool to dig out or something...
Anyway, back to the task at hand. All 3 of my sisters and our families were able to meet at the Milwaukee County Zoo. Granny, Aunt Ninnee and Em made the trip with us; even though I'm not sure why. It sounds something like this "Hey, do you guys want to blow a ton of money, stand around in ridiculous humidity and heat to watch a bunch of monsters, and see the animals too?"
Lets be real for a second; there were 5 children and 8 adults. The ages: two 7 month olds, a 2 1/2 year old, a 3 year old and a 12 year old. The adults were clearly outnumbered. I ALWAYS say it should take at LEAST 3 people to make a baby. They were relentless and hungry and didn't listen for shit, fought off naps, nearly climbed into the black bear exhibit, took off in the Cathouse only to be found standing in FRONT of the "do not enter" railing and best of all, threw up on each other. (Well, Will threw up on Summer, that was pretty hilarious)
These two were such little buddies; all but one 'short' incident. It involved a bouncehouse, a ball, being late for naps and tiny closed little fists flying in the air. They slept in the same room and didn't remember it 2 1/2 hours later.
Here's s a shot of almost everyone. My Jas is taking the photo and I'm TOTALLY pissed that my skinny ass is hiding behind Kasee. P.S. I ditched my minivan and I think it made me fat. THAT'S my excuse and I'm sticking to it. :)
Here's Katee trying to clean her knockerjuice off my child. Hers totally loved puking on my kid. In Will defense; I'm sure Summer was shaking him, or just generally in his shit. She is madly in love and would NOT put him down.
WEIRDO. She's got baby Luke's hat on. And she's a dorkus.
My sis and Jason, 'baby Luke" and Will. "Baby Luke" doesn't love being called "Baby Luke". He cleared that up with "Baby" Eleanor. "I'M NOT A BABY! I'M A BIG BOY!"
I think Luke spent aLOT of time wishing he was back at home in Saudi where the womenfolk know their place a little better than these crazy American women. I think he's explaining to her that she is not allowed to drive... this ended in tears; as does everything. That's how we know its over; there are TEARS.
This was Enner's 1st pony riding lesson. She ready for the rodeo after all her time practicing riding Frank. She loved her pony Patches, but loved herself just a little more. Naturally.
Sister Summer really, REALLY wanted to be there; it was 110 at 9am on a Saturday morning. Where else would you want to be if you were a 12 year old?
She had to groom the pony before and after her ride. I think she brushed a 4 inch by 4 inch section. She did really like the hoof pick; I think because it most resembled a weapon of some sort.
This was a quick trip up to Mt. Charleston last weekend when Summer was 'working'/dog sitting for Ceaser. She rather enjoys having a small dog that moves. We have giant old men dogs. Yes, that is my baby sling, YES she carried him up and down the mountain, YES people laughed at us. And of COURSE, Ellee sang her song "I CAN DO IT MYSELF" (really, there is a song with melody and sometimes she harmonizes with herself) as she slid on her butt up and down the trial. I don't bother; but it seems her father can't pass up the chance to raise his blood pressure and wastefully yell at, then beg, her to listen.
All for now; we'll talk in 6 months! :)
