Recovered: Club Meeting Agenda

Meeting #2
Date:  February 22, 2014
Meeting Location:  The basement of Nana's house in Missouri
Members Present:  Georgia, June, and Evelyn
Intermittent Intruders/Honorary Members Present:  Waylon and Miles
Meeting Secretary:  Georgia
Agenda:  See below



Who wouldn't want to be in this club?  Please send all applications explaining why you are worthy, along with your $150 nonrefundable application fee, directly to me.  Next meeting date and location T.B.D.  

April THREE (and other stuff)

Okay, here goes speed blogging!  (I have to leave very soon to go pick G up from school.  Oh, how I will look back and laugh at this year (well, really two years) of whisking June and Waylon straight from their warm beds where they are napping, directly into their carseats - no shoes, no coat, do not pass go or collect two hundred dollars, we have somewhere to be!  I can't imagine how shocking that must've been for them all winter, but I guess they were too groggy to complain.) #meanmom #efficientmom

But I digress! And this was supposed to be speedy!

Soooo, anyway, we went to Columbia for a few days, because apparently it is so hard for me (us) to keep our home "show worthy" for more than 5 minutes straight that I had to flee the state and brave a 7 hour road trip with three children by myself just to get out of the way.

No parks seem to have teeter-totters anymore, I guess for liability or injury reasons, so I was thrilled to find a legit one, and so like duh, I had to take pictures.  And then we all proceeded to bonk and slam and injure ourselves - seriously all three children in the span of about five minutes.  But they loved it anyway, and I still think there should be more see-saws in the world, it's just that my kids have zero experience using them and therefore no sense.
 
The first warm sunny days of the year feel so damn good, don't they?
{Photo by June.}


This kid. Such a mix. Practically a baby in some ways, and yet she says and does other stuff well beyond her years. Like the three days of Spring Break when she spontaneously got up, showered and dressed as if she were heading off to work, and then showed up in our room to say good morning. (Why does this never happen on school days?)



The kids had a blast hanging out with my friend Kelly's kids, Miles and Evelyn, or "Elevyn", as June kept calling her.

Our best attempt at a group photo while we went to open gym time at the ARC.



Lots of hugs. This is about one of fifteen pictures like this that I could've used.

Did you know Shakespeare's has a special chute for throwing dough balls to eager children?



Fast friends. 

And then we fought over who got the purple dress, and it was time to go home.

Therapy Baby

My sister, Waylon and I headed down to Missouri for an impromptu trip this week because my dad was in the hospital.  He recently started kidney dialysis, and overall things are not going well.  Now he has moved to a skilled nursing facility but could still use your prayers.

Kudos to Waylon for being the most easy-going baby traveler a girl could hope for.  Faces of patients and staff alike lit up every time I brought him to the hospital.  There is no maternity ward there, so I guess they don't see babies too often.  I kept joking that instead of a therapy dog, he should be the resident therapy baby, brought around from room to room to lift everyone's spirits.  I hope he lifted his Pop Pop's spirits anyway.

I plan to continue posting here, catching up on old stuff and ignoring present family health problems, if for no other reason than to cheer up my mom when she gets home and turns on her computer.

We passed mile after mile of beautiful purple clover fields on the way down. I'm sure losing my life while my sister abruptly jerked the van over to the side of the road and had me pop out of the sunroof to snap this photo would have been worth it, right?


Here's Waylon in his Cardinals gear, worn especially for my dad, enjoying some play time on the hospital floor with Nana. That's the great thing about babies; they have no idea.


First Shakespeare's trip!

(Oh, and you can catch a glimpse of my recently-dyed-brown hair here.)



The creepy doll we left behind in my mom's bed to give her a laugh/freak her out.





Wow, Waylon even still looked pretty cute and cooperative after hanging out in a Denny's parking lot in Springfield, IL for an hour while we pulled off the road for good cell reception to talk to the health insurance company.  What a trooper. 


I do have some good ones of Waylon and my dad, but for now I'm keeping them to myself.