No, I did not fall off the face of the Earth. No, I did not just set a record for shortest stint with a new hobby. Okay, okay – so I let some time slip. Let’s see, end of the school year for the kids, end of the work year for me, soccer season closing (and opening again!), dance competitions, and wait, I think I’m forgetting something . . . oh yeah – there’s also the there-and-back-trip-to-downtown-Chicago-for-an-emergency-passport-for-Emma-so-she-can-go-to-Ireland bit. Yeah, I think that covers it. (Dare I even mention the usuals of laundry, groceries, etc? Yeah – I didn’t think you wanted me to get into that.) So, yes – the blog took a hit these last few weeks. And my husband dared to compare the blog to my defunct knitting hobby. Hmph.
To be honest, I don’t even know where to start. I think I’ll go backwards on the timeline – it’s easier on my middle-aged memory. Yes, Emma left on Sunday for a week-long trip to Ireland with my mom. It all developed in 72 hours. I got a call from my mom at 3:30 on Thursday and by Sunday at 6:00 she was on her way. Joel and I had to both appear with Emma in person at the federal building in downtown Chicago on Friday to obtain her very last minute passport. That required leaving home at 6am and returning at midnight the same day. (Don’t judge – you’d do the same for your kid!) The trip developed from a canceled reservation on my mom’s latest trip as a tour guide. The company she works for received the cancellation at such a late date that they were unable to recoup the costs, so they extended the trip to my mom to include someone of her choice. Once in a lifetime experience for a 9-yr-old, don’t ya think? I’ll let Emma take the reins of the blog when she gets back, and you be the judge. I'll spare you the dramatic story of sprinting over a mile to make our appointment at the passport office resulting in sweat-soaked clothing and arriving three (!) minutes before our appointment time. You didn't think we could do all that without something going awry, did you???
Slightly before that, JB wrapped up his spring soccer season and began his summer lacrosse season. Also, somewhere between Michigan Ave and Dearborn Street in Chicago on Friday, we got a phone call inviting Joel to try out for a local travel soccer team in Rochester. Try-outs being . . . you guessed it, two days later. Smack dab in the middle of Father's Day. No rest for the weary I guess. After two days of drills and evaluations, he was selected for the team and we’re off and running in the travel soccer world. JB is soooooo excited and really on cloud nine. His own Ireland.
Not much to say about lil’ Shannon except that her summer vacation is going along just splendidly. She’s dancing away and doing her best to achieve a spot with Guinness Records for most words used without stopping to breathe in a 24-hour day. I think she’s got a decent shot at it!
I’ve no doubt missed a thing or two. Father’s Day for one. Oh, and losing power for three days after a freak thunderstorm. That was . . . challenging. (Note to self: Need to Google “solar powered generators.”)
Up next . . . Emma’s Ireland blog entry when she gets back (and VBS on it’s heels.)
To be honest, I don’t even know where to start. I think I’ll go backwards on the timeline – it’s easier on my middle-aged memory. Yes, Emma left on Sunday for a week-long trip to Ireland with my mom. It all developed in 72 hours. I got a call from my mom at 3:30 on Thursday and by Sunday at 6:00 she was on her way. Joel and I had to both appear with Emma in person at the federal building in downtown Chicago on Friday to obtain her very last minute passport. That required leaving home at 6am and returning at midnight the same day. (Don’t judge – you’d do the same for your kid!) The trip developed from a canceled reservation on my mom’s latest trip as a tour guide. The company she works for received the cancellation at such a late date that they were unable to recoup the costs, so they extended the trip to my mom to include someone of her choice. Once in a lifetime experience for a 9-yr-old, don’t ya think? I’ll let Emma take the reins of the blog when she gets back, and you be the judge. I'll spare you the dramatic story of sprinting over a mile to make our appointment at the passport office resulting in sweat-soaked clothing and arriving three (!) minutes before our appointment time. You didn't think we could do all that without something going awry, did you???
Slightly before that, JB wrapped up his spring soccer season and began his summer lacrosse season. Also, somewhere between Michigan Ave and Dearborn Street in Chicago on Friday, we got a phone call inviting Joel to try out for a local travel soccer team in Rochester. Try-outs being . . . you guessed it, two days later. Smack dab in the middle of Father's Day. No rest for the weary I guess. After two days of drills and evaluations, he was selected for the team and we’re off and running in the travel soccer world. JB is soooooo excited and really on cloud nine. His own Ireland.
Not much to say about lil’ Shannon except that her summer vacation is going along just splendidly. She’s dancing away and doing her best to achieve a spot with Guinness Records for most words used without stopping to breathe in a 24-hour day. I think she’s got a decent shot at it!
I’ve no doubt missed a thing or two. Father’s Day for one. Oh, and losing power for three days after a freak thunderstorm. That was . . . challenging. (Note to self: Need to Google “solar powered generators.”)
Up next . . . Emma’s Ireland blog entry when she gets back (and VBS on it’s heels.)
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