Monday, July 13, 2009


Yesterday Jason and I celebrated six years of marriage. How did you celebrate?, You ask.
I can answer that question for you.
After church we went out for lunch at Casa-one of my favorite Italian restaurants. Let me put my list of favorite Italian restaurants in order.
#1. Maggiano’s.
#2. Biaggi’s.
#3. Casa/Olive Garden.
I’m allowed to have 2 choices for my number 3 because this is my post and I’m the boss. I asked our server at Casa if she would take a picture and she tried to for about 2 minutes before we realized that the picture mode was turned off and the video mode was actually on. So we changed that and the picture to the right is the result. Pretty good looking group aren’t we? The remainder of our time at Casa was spent eating, talking and listening to Dawson do this:

After lunch we went to Delt Church Park to celebrate my nieces birthday. We arrived before any of my other family members (I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned here before that I have 2 sisters with chronic late syndrome) so we took Dawson over to the playground to play while we waited. I’d like to take the time to mention that very wealthy Amish supplied the funds for said playground and I haven’t come across a nicer playground in my life. I would also like to state that the next story about this playground will not result in my suing of any Amish. But I may sue my husband. Jason got on the merry-go-round with Dawson and I pushed them. This merry-go-round was quite slow, and all the muscle I have couldn’t get them pushed around fast enough to make either Jason or Dawson happy. So Jason had me get on and Dawson sat on my lap. Jason started spinning us. We weren’t spinning very fast so I got a little cocky and let my guard down, thinking “hmph, he thinks I’m wimpy…look at us!” And the next thing I know I’m yelling “OH MY GOSH!” And Dawson and I went flying off the merry-go-round. Dawson landed on top of me and wasn’t hurt. Though he did turn and look at me like I was the biggest betrayer of all time. And that is the story of how I actually fell off of a merry-go-round on my 6th wedding anniversary at an Amish playground.
Happy sixth anniversary honey.
Bow chicka bow-wow

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Deep River Water Park

Last Thursday Jason took a group of kids to Deep River Water Park. Since I’m the wife of the person in charge, that means I get to go too. And since Dawson is the son of the person in charge… sometimes we bring him along. If he’s good the day before. And eats all his green vegetables. And recites all 50 capitals of the United States.
The morning started out COLD. Do you see how I was able to animate the word cold by making it blue? It’s almost as if you can feel the word. I consider myself a literary artist. The morning was cold. Cloudy, and it looked like rain at any moment. The optimistic types like myself, thought by the time we got to the water park the clouds would roll out and the sun would appear. Indeed it did not. My teeth chattered all the way to the bathroom to change into my swimsuit and I had instant goosebumps but I was not going to ruin the day for Dawson. Dawson couldn’t wait to get his little toes into the frigid water. First I took him to the kiddie area to play where I walked around in inch deep water on my tiptoes and Dawson plopped right down on his butt like it was bath water. After about 5 minutes the lifeguard on duty in this area had pity on me and told me the water on the other side of the park was heated. HEATED? I said, quite dramatically. That was all I needed. No more kiddieland cold crap for me. Jason had to watch the staff bench while Dawson and I tiptoed through kiddieland so we waited until his shift was up and then headed over to the other side to play.
These people are lying scammers I tell you. If they thought this water was heated, it’s because they have no functioning nerve endings. I set my mind to going back over to the lifeguard to give her a breakdown of the word “heated”. But I was too lazy. Instead, I went back to the staff bench and ate handfuls of tootsie rolls until the clouds rolled away and the sun burst forth in glorious abandon. Then I got hot, and the tootsie rolls melted enough so that I could chew them without breaking my molars. It was turning out to be a good day after all.

Here we are, waiting patiently to get into the park at a group rate.
This is the "heated" side of the park. Liars.

This is Dawson running scared of the frigid 10,000 gallons of water being dumped from the bucket.
Speaking of which, at one point Jason held Dawson and stood under that bucket while it was dumping 35 degree water on their heads. Dawson cried.
Dawson loved this little frog slide

Dawson and Jason playing in the wave pool which wasn't turned on.
"See mommy, 30 degree water's not so bad."
Eventually they did turn the wave pool on and Dawson got bullied by waves.
Didn't that lady realize she was in the direct line of my shot?!
Oh.. Is somebody cold and tired?
Okay so all in all, I prefer a sunny warm heated warm and really warm water park.
But still a good day.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Terms of Endearment

Me: Dawson... Love you.
Dawson: (without looking up from toys) K. Thank you.