Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Travel Bug!




















You will notice no pictures were taken from inside the car on our 25 (really only 12) hour one way drive-no one needs to see the melt down of two grown adults and a 14 month old! Lets just say it was ugly. I am probably exaggerating slightly (no-not me!) we actually split the trip to Ohio from Georgia up by stopping at our "home" in Asheville. We were able to visit with our buddies and basically "get the hell out of that freakin car"-as I am sure Ryan would put it if she could talk. The following day we wanted to leave late so Ryan would sleep most of the trip-this is good in theory, the execution left a lot to be desired. We ended up getting in to the hotel room at 12:30am and the girl was suddenly wide awake. You HAVE to love the naive, idealistic notion we had in our heads of picking her up asleep out of her car seat, straight to the ready made crib in our room. Kinda cute for those experienced moms right? No such luck, however, we did have to unpack our lives, so she might as well have been awake. With the aversion to riding in the car aside, she became quite the experienced traveler on this trip-enjoying all the amenities the hotel had to offer-the pool of coarse, the continental breakfast, the extra rolls of toilet paper under the sink, the super soft cozy comforter that appealed to her much better than the crib, the vending machines..all of it. I think I even caught her calling downstairs for room service and helping out by walking up and down the hall providing wake up calls to all around us. Next thing you know it was time for us to load up and check out. Have you ever had the feeling of dying to get home, but dreading getting there...I wont go into details, but lets say it involved a major highway closing, a 3 hour detour, a monsoon through crazy traffic, a screaming child and suddenly a 8 hour drive turned in to 12. Yup-good times!

By the way-the first picture is the two of them, in their church clothes after my dads service, eating Wendy's on the hotel bed-soooo classy!





Splash in the Boro'







Children are a great way to distract you from life's truly saddest moments. Just after my fathers passing I decided that Ryan seemed depressed and needed a day of fun. Ok, so probably pretty improbable for a 14 month old to be depressed and, ok, maybe it was I who was needing a distracting day of fun....soooooo....WATER PARK DAY-SPLASH IN THE BORO! Thats right cats and kittens, pack your bathing suits, sunblock, hats, towels, bottles...geez..whew....gone are the days of running out in your suit and grabbing a towel on your way out the door. Now actual planning goes into a day like this, packing, scheduling nap times and lunches-not exactly spontaneous. We planned to get to the park as soon as it opened-10:00am-we strolled in with our luggage at 1:00 and feeling pretty good about ourselves. Here is the good news and what made the day worthwhile-Ryan had a ball, she loved it, she loved the water, the pools, the lazy river (well, who doesnt really?). She had an incredible time and I was so thankful because sometimes in times of sadness like this and extreme sorrow, the bad can seem really bad. The flip side of this is in this highly emotionally charged state-the good is that much better-and this day was a good one!


The Streets of Heaven are too Crowded with Angels tonight!


It is with a heavy heart that I have to write about my father passing on May 29, 2009. I am not going to go into much detail-still too soon for that-however, I will say how blessed we were as children to have had him as a dad. I am eternally grateful for the wit and sense of humor he gave me (is that a compliment?) and so very very thankful that not only did he get to meet his grandchild, but more importantly she got to meet him. I will forever cherish this picture-she came into great grandmas house and plopped down to play-I didnt even notice until I picked up my camera that my fathers portrait was in the background-lovely...simply lovely. I just know he is in heaven watching her grow and laughing at my every struggle (moms arent the only ones to put curses on their children to raise a child just like they were! ) I love you dad!
To see his memorial page please visit www.MeM.com and search John Schommer