“When you are walking around, Quinn, you need to hold your Mommy’s hand,
because it is very dangerous. You will break into Pieces.”
Kyle says this as he paces the floor talking on my cell phone. He continues,
“What are you doing? What are you doing? –But we will fly on an airplane there. You can live over here now. Oh, I am. Quinn and Max are not flying here to where WaWa lives. They are flying to Californ-e-Lah and I am flying to Californ-e-Lah too. Wait for me on the Oport? Is that ok? Wait for me on the Oport? I get to come quick. Ok, I will come quick, ok. goodbye.”
Here I sit at the Henderson, Nevada Kinkos. Dave is in the van with our sleeping boys and I am trying to do some last minute Christmas shopping online. Because We are traveling fools, online seems to be the only method that works. I can’t leave my lap top for fear it will be stolen and Dave can’t leave the kids for fear they will be stolen as well. Did I mention how badly I need to go to the bathroom?
I needed to post something because it seems as though I can’t send email.
So I will say that we are a live. Las Vegas has been crazy. Kyle loved and feared the outdoor volcano attraction at the Mirage. We stayed at the Venetian, with indoor canoes (gondolas) and all. Kyle wants to go back to his hotel and his parents want to get out of here. Too much stimulation.
Yesterday, we registered our van in Pahrump, Nevada. Let’s just say that Pahrump is the home of The Brothel Art Museum and worlds smallest DMV, (that’s a whole other story/log). I have had too much caffeine this morning and am trying to get all my computer need done before I get Davy’s call pleading for me to return to the van.
As we drove by the lone holiday decorated Joshua Tree amongst the thousands of other Joshua Trees that lined the Nevada highway, I thought to myself, “It doesn’t quite feel like Christmas.” (I write this as “I’ll be home for Christmas” plays in the background. Tears really do fill my eyes at the sounds of those words.
Please post often, we check the site daily. We will email you as soon as we can. Oh, and we took great pictures. Maybe I will call Dave and see if we can upload them now…
As you know or don’t know we went to Portland, Oregon. We went up to see friends past and present and to check Portland out as a viable place to reside. Have I mentioned all of this before? We are SO frustrated. It seems the more we travel, the more we do not have a place to live, the more schizophrenic we become.
Ah ha, but this entry is supposed to be about to our trip to Oregon.
Ode to Oregon
Ode to Old Friends
Even though they may skip school and spend tons of time with us,
We must remember that if we move to Portland things won’t always be like that.
Ode to good friends that not only play with our kids, they love our kids.
Ode to friends who put us up and put up with us,
(As long as we do not play Texas Hold ’em and we do sing Barry Manilow into the wee hours).
Ode to Justin and Stephanie.
We miss you.
Ode to boogers. Because no matter where you go, there they are.
Should I be starting so many lines with “Ode?”
Ode to Eli. You travel so well.
The Pacific Northwest Rain gets us down
But not you. You are our peace.
Okay, more than schizophrenic I think I am sounding run-of-the-mill crazy. Portland was beautiful, cool, and groovy. We looked at real estate, talked about the good schools, found the Target, and then it rained…
Me, Suzie, Jill & the boys, Mcminnville, Oregon
Thankfully through it all, the love is still there. Dave and I feel stronger even though our life is so crazy.
Please help us find a place to put some roots down.
Post your suggestions. Thank you
We were at Joe’s Crab Shack tonight having dinner. We went there because we’d been promising Kyle all day that we’d go to a park, and it was dark, and Joe’s has an indoor play place (and it’s not McDonald’s).
They were playing music on the stereo, and Eli always dances to the music. He shimmies and shakes his head from side to side, and waves his arms, smiling a huge grin. “Dancing Queen” starts to play, and Eli starts dancing with particular vigor.
Then he starts yelling, “AAAAAA BAAAAAA, AAAAAA BAAAAAA!”
Life is still crazy of course. This past week Eli turned one. We had a party for him at my Mom’s house. Eli seemed to love his presents. Kyle loved helping open them. You see Eli loves to dance and loves music. Most of his presents make musical sounds so he can dance. Dave and I are not sure we made the right decission about our present choices after having these loud toys home for a few days. Hearing Cookie Monster shout, ” ‘C’ is for cookie, that’s good enough for me, Yum, yum, yum, yum,” is not what we want to wake up to.
Boise, ID 2002
Poor kids. We spent Halloween traveling to Portland, Oregon, so Kyle had to Trick-or-treat on the road. We stopped at the mall in Boise, Idaho for Kyle and Eli to get the wiggles out and get some free candy. When we got to the mall, Kyle was eating his favorite treat, cherry tomatoes. It was quite a sight to see all the kids with their orgy of candy, and Kyle with his veggies.
