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In another addition to the “way overdue post list”: we bought a house! Well, a condo. But we’re now property owners! Real adults and all that. House searching was fun but definitely trying for us. If you know us at … Continue reading
We made cupcakes. Avery helped…a lot. And then we went to Jill’s birthday present…
I’ll let the videos speak for themselves.
Yeah, that’s Avery yelling “Go, mom, go!”
Guess who got harnessed up next?
Yes, that’s me chanting, “Oh my God” over and over again.
This was a pic the trapeze company took. She looks kinda terrified, no? Made us feel a little badly about it all, but she talked about it in a positive way afterwards and she never cried or screamed or anything, so I think it was all good.
Jill loved the experience so much she signed up for more classes. We think we’re gonna see if Bean wants another shot too. Me? Well…we’ll see.
Our friends Lina and Ookie were thinking about buying some property on Martha’s Vineyard to use as a vacation home, so we thought that was a perfect excuse for us to take a short vacation. I’d never been to the Vineyard so I was psyched to see what all the fuss was about.
As usual we tried to pack in as much of an experience as we could. We visited a fair and road a cart being pulled by oxen, went to the beach although it was far too cold, and took a hike to visit a historic lighthouse.
Contemplating life on the farm
Bean being nekkid on the beach
And yes, in the end Lina and Ookie bought land and they’re building, so hopefully there’ll be more Vineyard Vacations to come. First guests!
Time for another trip back to the Land of Cleves. At least, it was when this picture was taken in September of 2013. Still catching up people.
You’ll notice that Ms. Bean has her own seat now. Yep, she’s now official and it costs money to fly with her. But you know what? The freedom that seat gives her (and us) is almost worth it.
We did something this trip that made it different from the others—a little more special. My mom and I had talked every now and then about doing a “tour” of the places we used to live. We moved a lot when I was growing up, so there are a number of houses that have childhood memories for me and I kinda wanted to revisit them. We finally managed to do it this time. It was nostalgic and depressing at the same time because a fair number of the homes were no longer even there; just empty lots.
This is the first place my mom and I lived together. I barely remember it, but my mom has fond memories of it—save for the time her apartment was broken into while she and I were sleeping on the couch. Every time she tells that story, about some dude holding a gun to her and warning her not to open her eyes, it gives me chills.
Grandma and the Bean
Cousins. Does she look a little overwhelmed?