We're back in the sunny Okanagan (90 degrees and sunny at 6pm but without any humidity -- heavenly) after what was perhaps one of my favorite vacations ever. We just had a great time and got to do lots of stuff with both families and it was relatively stress free. It reoriented and recentered me after a frenzied several weeks and even though it was hard to leave, it felt a little better than last time because there was some place to (sort of) come home to. Someday I will write about my top ten tips for moving to another country but I'm happy to forgo reliving some of that stress for now and just concentrate on all the good stuff we just enjoyed.
We had adventures before we even left our adopted country. Our 6am flight out of Kelowna was cancelled, leaving us with only one option if we had any hopes of making our flight out of Seattle, which was a mad dash to the SeaTac in our car at 4:30 am. I didn't drive (I even did the driver a favor by snoozing for a little while, which I'm sure actually helped, instead of subjecting him to Driving Safety 101 -- about which I'm really not qualified to teach). We made it by the hairs of our chinny chin chins (Molly and myself excepted from real chin hair, I hope), and our vacation was pretty stress free from there on out and the beginning was, thankfully, not a indication of what was to come. We all survived our cross country flights without too much wriggling from the peanut gallery, although my lap had grown suspiciously smaller by our return flight home last night.
Molly simply died hanging out with her all cousins and she saw every last one of them. Biggest to smallest, in Virgina and Rhode Island, she just can't get enough of her playmates. Some may have had more use for her than others but she woke up looking for them, and, I'm sure, dreamt about them at night. She also became much more enamored with her aunts and uncles and now asks about all of them, even if she was initially shy or more interested in their beards and glasses and the bikes that they watched on television. All her cuteness is money in her bank when her climbing antics begin anew each morning, or when I find her sitting in the middle of the dining room table, or pulling over a cutting boards worth of veggies on her head. Ey yey yey. I just love watching her interpret her little world and making these really funny connections. Just now for instance, she dumped our her water and went from yelling "water, water" to "towel, towel" to dumping some more water out and saying "waterfall -- towel for waterfall".
Ramble, ramble... this trip just made me all warm and fuzzy inside and was so happy to see so much family (we missed you Holly) and watch Molly have a grand ol' time with them all.
Climbing something that was actually meant to be climbed.
The slide -- and please don't try and help her down. You'll be met with a "no (head shake) no".
Grammy pointed out that maybe Tiger's recent play would be improved if he had a binky.
Nudie running. Summer Olympics 2012.
"Helping" with Baby Evan. She really, really loves him so.
This cowgirl really does love her watermelly. Little thief kept stealing it.
Megan (part of EriMegnan) sharing some yummy raspberries.
2 comments:
It was such a fun week!
The nudie running shot is SO PRICELESS. Looks like a great trip!
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