T-Ball!

Emma had her first game, and I brought the big camera. However, because I have mom-brain, I forgot to put the memory cards back in from the last time I took them out to get the photos. So, MOM FAIL.

However, I did remember to bring everything for her second game, so you’re just gonna have to deal. LET ME LIVE, OK? 🙂

I digress. Here are a ton of photos from the game (or as I like to call it, spaz-ball).  High res are here.

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Sporty Shorty

In the attempt to wear our daughter out, we have signed her up for multiple sports this year. She played soccer for the second year in a row, and started t-ball.  Now, stick with me here, because when I say “played” or “sports”, I’m going to try to give you an accurate mental picture: in your mind, try to see… like… a dozen spastic kittens all chasing an invisible ball of yarn being blown around by a strong and unpredictable breeze. Sometimes these kittens chase the yarn, sometimes they trip over their own paws, sometimes they just wrestle each other or swat at equally invisible butterflies.

It’s hilarious. And adorable. I got a ton of shots of her practices, with the high res set here.

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EnterTRAINment Junction!

So if you travel a bit south of us, there’s a really cool place called EnterTrainment Junction. There’s a model train museum, which is just awesome. But there’s a ton more, too! There are train rides, a funhouse, places to eat and cool little shops. There’s also an awesome kid’s play area for those of us who just need a break…

If you ever have the chance to stop by West Union, OH, it’s well worth a visit! I took Emma there earlier this year so that she could blow off some steam and see something new.

If you’re interested in the full res photos, here’s the whole set!

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Thanksgiving 2016

I love my family. Deeply, wholly, and forever. So when my brother and SIL initiated a conversation about using Thanksgiving as an opportunity to get out of town for a weekend, everyone included, we jumped at the chance. We all bundled into our cars and met up at Murphin Ridge Inn in West Union, OH. We spent time together, drank and ate all our meals together, and let the kids run wild in the countryside getaway. It was awesome and perfect.  These are my people and I love them greatly. These are some of my best shots, but you can see every one here.

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Florida Vacation

So a little while back, we decided it was time to take a short family vacation down to Florida to enjoy the sun, sand, and inappropriately attired beach-goers. I do have my favorites, but the whole set can be viewed here (for the 2 or 3 readers I still have).

We went to the airport and waited for the shuttle, and Emma was pretty excited.

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Which she did not hide at ALL, much to the chuckles of the other travelers.dsc_4757

Since the plane was taking soooooo long to unload, Emma decided that the best course of action would be to insist on reading approximately 3 dozen books.dsc_4781

Once we finally arrived, I had scheduled an adventure the next morning for us to go on a cool pirate cruise!dsc_4832

Unfortunately, Emma barfed in the care en route to the cruise, resulting in the immediate and necessary purchase of the tour shirt. Methinks someone may have done it on purpose because she wanted a souvenir. But I digress.dsc_4860

Someone was very proud of her acumen with the water cannon.dsc_4869

She was officially sworn in as a Bluefoot pirate.dsc_4883

Thusly, she was conscripted to protect all of us adults against the dread “other pirate” who attacked our boat and stole our treasure. All’s well that ends well, and she was awarded with a bag full of gold doubloons and gems.dsc_4904

We did some relaxing at the hotel pool and shared some lovely frozen drinks to cool off from the super-heated, ridiculously humid environs.dsc_4931

We also managed to go on an airboat to see the Everglades and manged to catch a close (too close?) view of some of the area wildlife.dsc_5163

Emma was unsure how she felt about all of it.dsc_5187

Either way, we survived and can mark that one off of our lists.

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Finally, we hit the beach one last time and Emma enjoyed digging with her new shovel while I enjoyed the shade and doing nothing much at all.

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All in all, we really had a lovely time in Florida, “America’s Weiner”.