I've gotten some pretty good guesses regarding the wardrobe items that we were not required to buy. Unfortunately, only one person was able to muster up one of the two items that was not on the list. So congratulations B-Lo, enjoy you're 6 month free subscription. Here are some of the other videos, so maybe after seeing these, the answers will be a little more clear. Both of these were pretty hysterical to watch. And I still haven't gotten around to getting the software to convert the entire videos. It looks like the battle between laziness and cheapness might turn into The Hundred Years War.
Also, I apologize in advance, but I'm a whole lot less interesting with 80% less kids running around the house. We shipped Cole, Gavin, Scarlett, and Jax back home to Louisiana for some much needed grandparent time. Tori couldn't go yet because she's got softball tournaments every weekend from now until 2037. Normally, when we make the kid exchange, I make the trip myself since Rach works on the weekends. Well this time, since I was in Colorado, and Rach was off of work on Tuesday, she drove half way to meet my dad outside of Atlanta. From what I hear, the first leg of the trip went without a hitch, and Rach and Tori headed back to lovely South Carolina.
Quick side note: Together as a family, we've made the drive back and forth to Louisiana roughly 6,000 times since we moved here 4 years ago. 5,999 of those times I drove the whole way while my beautiful wife caught up on her beauty rest. The other time we were heading back to Charleston on a Sunday morning after a wedding that we stayed out until about 4 am the night before. Rach offered to drive first so that I could sleep a little bit, and be rested for the rest of the way home. She's so sweet. Well, I immediately conked out. That's actually one of the things I take pride in: Being able to instantly fall asleep regardless of where I am. It's the little things. Anyway, I woke up from a deep sleep to the sound of, 'WWWWWOOMMMMM, WWWWOOMMMMMMM, WOMMMMM!!!' And quickly realized that Rach was swerving off the side of the road. I looked over at her, and she says, 'I can't do this, you're gonna have to drive.' At this point, I wasn't sure how long I'd been sleeping, so I thought, 'Alright, I can do this.' Then I look up to see a sign that read, 'GULFPORT - 9 mi' Apparently, I had been sleeping for 13 minutes.
Back to the story. I get off of the the first leg of my plane ride home in Houston at around 8:30 pm. At this point, Rach should be getting close to home. I call her to see where she was, and........wait for it..........not yet..........a little longer.............Yep!! You guessed it!! Florence, South Carolina! Only 2 hours north of Charleston! And for the geographically challenged, Atlanta is a bit Southwest of Charleston. It's an honest mistake though. Could've happened to anyone. It's not like we've got built in GPS applications on our iphones.....Oh, wait.....nevermind. Okay, I'm done making fun. Besides, her ability to laugh at herself is one of the things that I find endearing, not so much her driving ability.
On a different note, since the kids have been gone, we've gone out to dinner alone, gone out to dinner with friends, went to a movie (The Hangover, which was absolutely friggin hilarious), toured our friends giant 700 acre nursery (the plant kind, not the kind with all of the kids. What on earth would we want to tour one of those for?), laid in bed and watched movies, slept in, worked out, etc, etc, etc. It's been everything we'd ever dreamed.
And thanks to Aunt Carol, Uncle Conrad, Mimi, Papa, Maw-Maw Carla, Maw-Maw Peggy, Paw-Paw Keith, Nana, and Paw Paw Mack for keeping the kids busy. We got a report on Cole and Scarlett the other night that apparently Cole caught a bass in the pond behind Aunt Carol's. But the even BIGGER news was that he finished eating his dinner before Scarlett TWO nights in a row!! It's good to see that some things haven't changed while they're down there. They're still just as competitive as ever.
And I just saw this picture and it made me laugh. It's from last month when my parents came to Charleston for Jaxon's birthday. This should definitely be published in every parenting magazine ever made. Notice the 2 year old sitting on the counter, about to eat a head of garlic, giant knife within reach, and dad peeling a clove of garlic with the intensity of a SWAT team member diffusing a bomb.
And by the way, I did peel that garlic. I peeled every bit of it. Yeah, that's right.
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