Boy#3, who was 9 years old; Boy#1, 15; Boy#4, 9; Boy#2, 13. |
Does that sound snooty? Did you get the impression we do things like this all the time? It wasn't meant to be, and we do not. It was The Vacation of our years as a nuclear family, when Husband and I took our sons back to where I had lived in Costa Rica and introduced them to my family there. I had not thought it would be 20 years between when I finished my Peace Corps service and when I was back in country, and this was a dream come true. I smile every time I look at this picture.
Also, if you ever have the chance to zipline, DO IT.
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Thank you all, so much, for the concern after my last post in which I mentioned I had fallen off my chair. I am fine. The fall was fairly spectacular in its flailing-around-ness, but only a few inches to the floor. Kind of like this:
But without the pushups. Also, without going viral on YouTube, so I consider that a win.
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You guys! After I wrote about the horrifying Uncle Katt a few days ago, Boy#2 sent me this link.
The whole story is here |
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But let's end on a happy note. That note would be cinnamon, with hints of clove and orange peel, and it's my new favorite thing.
Here's the website |
Stay warm out there, East Coast people.
*We aren't actually being inundated with snow here. It's just that the media never pays any attention to our storms, so I'm crashing the party of the one in the East.
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