Monday, April 26, 2010
About a month ago we were at Mel’s house, and MAddie and Alexa were all excited about a piece of paper they had brought home from school. It was a mini flyer about an upcoming “Princess Ball”. It was a special daddy-daughter dance. Even Claira was excited, chattering happily and extensively about going with her daddy to the princess dance. And Maryn and Ashlyn wanted to go very much. But there was no daddy to accompany them.
Kirk offered, but 5 little girls seemed like an awful lot for one man to handle for 3 hours.
So on the way home, I called my dad. I was holding back tears. This was one of those moments where it seemed so terribly unfair. But fortunately, the Lord has seen fit to bless me with a spectacular family. My father said yes without hesitation, commenting how it wasn’t even a “I’ll check my calendar thing”. It was a “this was one of those things that was more important than whatever happened to be on my calendar.” Thank you daddy.
And the girls lived it to the max. Soon Miciah and my brother were coming as well. They had new dresses and shoes, makeup and sparkly head pieces, fancy hairdos and fancy corsages. Dressed to the nines doesn’t even cover it.
Once a year at my kids grade school (K-8) they have a technology fair to show off what the kids have done over the course of the year. Maryn and her partner in crime, Allison, were chosen to show and share the webcasts created by the 4th graders about the Iditarod (overland dog sled race). I asked her teacher Mrs. Rodeheffer why she chose them out of all of the kids, and she replied that Maryn and Allison did a good job on their project and felt they would represent well.
And she did!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday was the big day. We went to the ocean!
First we went to Beaufort and the Maritime Museum. Beaufort was evidently the home of the infamous Blackbeard, and the museum had an interesting display about him and his history. The museum was interesting.
This was a maritime library the older boys had some particular interest in,
Ashlyn takes the helm.
We made it back to the dock in time for ferry, but alas, they were full. So we headed back another way. Lasagna for dinner, and FHE.
So the first full day was mostly relaxing…we went to church and had a nice supper and watched movies. We were gearing up for the next 2 days.
So right away Nick (their oldest) and Paul took off. Nick is 18 and has a lisence, so they went ot go help someone do something with a lawn tractor and then messed around. Well, the next day we found out what they had really been up to. Evidently they went and played airsoft at a construction sight not too far from the house…and someone thought they were punks and called the cops. So here are Paul and Nick, and there is the police car with the lights on. The comfort here is that guess they had had some issues with punk kids stealing from the site, and when they saw Paul and Nick, they decided they were definitely not punks. The officer simply informed them that it was illegal to play airsoft in city limits and suggested they go play in the woods. So they just quit and decided to go to Toys R’ Us. They were just playing around, and didn’t realize it was past closing time until the employees started giving them dirty looks…and they were told by a disgruntled employee they HAD to leave. Nice. Nick smiles ay Paul and says, “And so our life of crime continues.”
There is something I feel I must interject here. I have never been in West Virginia. Therefore, I never had an actual opinion of West Virginia. I now have an opinion of West Virginia. First of all, its beautiful. Mountains, mountains, mountains. Not like out west mountains, but big enough. The local trees are deciduous in nature…something I found surprising. Also, I found all the rock exposed by digging a path for the highway fascinating. It was black mostly, and on the day we were driving through, mostly wet, like the mountains were weeping. I also found out there are nearly 2 million people in West Virginias, and for the life of me, I have no idea where they put them. One mountain pretty much runs into another, and the people tuck their houses and farms into the crevices left were the feet of each mountain meet. Jennie (Whom we were goignt o visit) said she ahd a friend who was from WV who described it perfectly. Her friend had said she grew up “in a holler in West Virginia. Then again, everyone in West Virginia grew up in a holler.” Even Charleston, the capital, wasn’t all spread out and metropolis-y like one would think. It was “holler-ized” as well. You hardly felt like you were in a city. This was a rest area we stopped at:
It also surprised me that Virginia really was so different from WV. The mountains became more rolling (up until the plateau as we went into NC…the descent was gorgeous in to the valley!) and the rock went from black to red. And I mean southern Utah red. Totally shocked me. Also apparently the people in VA don’t like to slice away their mountains, they prefer drilling through them. Note to self…taking your sunglasses off in a tunnel always makes the tunnel seem a little less dark.
Here’s the interesting thing…the closer we got to Greenville, the more the terrain looked familiar. My kids kept commenting how it looked like we were back in Ohio…flat, flat, flat. We got to the Jones house about 6:30, ate supper and our NC adventure began.
So the week before Easter, we had made plans to go and visit some friends of ours who used to live here and moved to Greenville North Carolina. We got up early (like 4:30 early) on the morning of March 27th and headed south. The plan was we all slept in what we were going to wear in the car. So we literally rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, grabbed pillows and got in the car.
I ended up calling the first bathroom break. I’m pretty sure it was the Full Throttle I drank so I would not asleep. We stopped several times for bathrooms and twice to eat. I have to admit, the kids did great. They were actually fabulous for the most part, and with the stops it ended up being a 14 hour drive.
This is us at McD's for breakfast somewhere in southern Ohio, almost to West Virgina.