Sorry there haven’t been many new posts, feeling uninspired I guess. Why is it that there are points during the work day when it doesn’t seem like the hands on the clock are moving at all. You just want it to go faster already. Then as soon as you step into the door of your house, it is already time to turn around and walk back out of it again? There are enough minutes in the day, they just need to be arranged better.
I should wrap up our trip to California and back, while it is still semi-fresh in my mind.

The whole purpose of this trip was to celebrate the wedding of one of Greg’s younger brothers. Jon and Leah* got married in Antigua and came back for their reception at home.

Allison decided that since it was a party she needed to wear her new princess outfit with it’s full set of jewelry (tiara, necklace, bracelet, and ring). She may have been a little over dressed in her full regalia.

We all had fun, Leah danced while Jon visited. The dance floor was hardly ever empty. At one point, Leah had a whole line of boys waiting to dance with her. Allison cracked us all up with her version of Nathan’s worm. Instead of lifting her mid section off of the floor, she looked like she would bang her head on the ground, then drag the rest of her body slightly forward. It looked more like she was head-banging than doing the worm. No pictures though.

It was great to see the friends and family that we hadn’t been able to spend time with yet on the trip. I always look forward to seeing Greg’s Aunt Susan and her family. Sometimes Greg teases me about this. They are a pretty amazing family. There is constantly something going on in their lives. The last time we saw them it was on their drive across country before they went to South Africa. This time, the non-college attending members are on their way to Peru. It’s given them some pretty interesting life experiences. I hope that we turn out as well-adjusted as they seem to be.
Something strange happened off and on all night. I kept picturing Jon when he was Nathan’s age. I guess because that’s how old he was when I met him. Fun-loving and frustrated at the same time. Frustrated because you aren’t quite old enough that your opinion really gets heard, but still young enough that you can act like a kid and get away with it. Seems like a pretty normal state for a 10/11 year old. He’s a little older in this picture, but it cracks me up every time I see it.

After breakfast the next morning at Jon, Leah, and Jen’s house, it was time to hit the road. I’m glad we didn’t hit it like these people.

We were going to try and stop along the way and do cheesy tourist photos. Us beside a mountain, next to a cactus, at the official Center of the World, near the giant roadrunner. It sounded like fun, until the outside temperature reading would not go under 100. Since our delicate bodies couldn’t take such heat, we skipped the cheesy pictures.
*for some reason I have no pictures of Leah’s face. She is mysterious.