It’s that time of year! Ruth filled out her march madness bracket by picking the best mascots.
May the cutest mascot win.
Monthly Archives: March 2018
Birthday Pete
Peter is progressing on in his teenage years, having turned 14 yesterday. There is another man-voice in the household, and I continue to be amazed at how quickly that happens! I blinked my eyes, and baby Peter with his deadpan serious facial expression suddenly grew into a young man.
We celebrated with birthday pancakes–ones that he did not have to make (or clean up!).
This was P. Stephen’s 14th round of birthday pancakes.
He is known as “Breakfast Dinner” by Molly, as he is one who feeds her her two meals every day. When she’s waiting for a meal, we often ask her, “Where’s Breakfast Dinner?” and she begins to look around for Peter. He gave her a pancake appetizer yesterday morning.
We love this handsome young man and love seeing him grow up in every way.
So Long, Volvo
As the list of necessary repairs on the 14 year-old car grew, we knew that the time to replace the Volvo was drawing near. We had hoped that it would last long enough for Peter to learn how to drive in it, as he was a mere several days old when we bought it.
In fact, I have vivid memories of sitting in the driver’s seat at the dealership nursing my brand new baby as Jim closed the deal on the car! Sadly, the cost of the looming repairs was far more than the car was worth, so we made the decision to replace it.
As I think back, I do get a little sad thinking about all the good memories we had related to that vehicle. Within a year of bringing it home, we went on a road trip to Colorado, including driving through the Moab desert in Utah.
The kids fit so well in the way back at that time,
and Peter was content in his infant seat.
So long, Volvo. Thanks for being such a reliable workhorse!
Weekend Getaway
Last weekend, Jim, Derek and I flew to CO to visit Jake. Though there were no sporting events that weekend, the homework was piled on for Derek. He took advantage of any free moment to get some done.
There were not many free moments, however, as we spent much time skiing and hanging out together. Saturday morning we woke up bright and early to drive to the slopes…and we were joined by half of Denver, as the traffic was significant heading west into the mountains. In order to cross the continental divide, we could either go through the mountain driving through the dry, safe Eisenhower Tunnel; or cross over the mountain by taking the snowy, cloudy pass. Guess what we chose! Adventure!
Once we got there, we found the conditions extremely cold and windy, but we did make the most of it.
These guys tackled moguls and skied through glades of trees (despite Jake having 10 stitches put into his elbow after a ski fall the weekend before) while Jim and I happily stuck to the blue runs. We did spend a lot of time skiing together too.
The weekend was way too brief, and as usual, it was hard to drop Jake off and leave the mountains. But I am thankful for the time we had.
