Saturday, December 26, 2009

Friday, November 20, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Myrtle Beach

Last week, Jack and I took a trip down to Myrtle Beach with my family. Terry wasn't able to go due to work obligations, so that was sad, but I did get to spend lots of time with my parents and sister, so that was a good thing. Jack doesn't really understand vacations; I think he doesn't realize that the vacation is supposed to be fun--although for a boy with as many toys as he has, he probably sees no reason to ever want to leave his room. The plus side for him was that he got to spend loads of time with Grandpa. If Grandpa was ever out of his sight, he would start worrying, "Where Grandpa go?" One morning he woke up and dashed out of our room to Grandpa's room, only to discover Grandpa wasn't in his room. He comes running out and shouts "AWWW, MAN! Grandpa's lost!" Adorable. Another night, Jack woke up in the middle of the night and walked out to the main living area where Gigi was sleeping on the sleeper sofa. She looked up at him and he exclaimed, "Scary!" Poor Gigi. Yet still adorable. Jack also declared one night that Gigi has a circus car. I guess she shouldn't have bought the bright yellow car--she just needs to get some clowns for it and she's set.

Cox Farms

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Next Wahoo?

A couple of weeks ago, Jack and I made the trek down to Charlottesville to visit an old college friend who was in town and to tour the University. It had been six years since I had been back and it was neat to see some of the changes that have happened since then. I drove past my old dorms and walked down to the Corner to see what stores and restaurants were still around. Of course, I had to get pictures of Jack in front of the rotunda and buy us both UVA shirts. We spent the night at the Cavalier Inn, which happened to be across the street from the field where the marching band practices. Upon hearing the band, I thought it might be fun to go watch them practice. Jack loved loved loved it. Each time they would stop, Jack would start shouting "Again!" and "More bombones [translated to: More trombones]" Then I noticed that the cheer team was practicing nearby and asked Jack if he wanted to watch them, which he eagerly agreed to (which of course Terry was proud to hear). After watching the cheer time for a while I asked Jack if he wanted to go back to the marching band or stay with the cheerleaders. His response: Stay cheerleaders.