Reunited, and it Feels So Good

22 08 2008

[Usually, I try and put the captions underneath the pictures, because this is the normal way of captioning. However, I was looking at some old posts with the kids last night, and found that it’s a little different in a blog with all the scrolling and whatnot. Any preferences? I’ll try top captions on this post–let me know if it’s easier to read.]

The best day of last week was when Stan flew into Idaho–back to the bosom of his family. His plane was late, so the kids were going a little crazy in the airport. Rainbow had a complete meltdown and was spread-eagled out on the floor, moaning about some injustice inflicted upon her. I finally dragged her into a chair and told her to watch through the security doors for Dad. She just glared at me.

When Stan stepped on the escalator, I took Colby right up to the doors and said, “There’s Daddy! Can you see Daddy?” He let out this little whimper and pointed his chubby finger towards the glass.

We were ALL so excited to see him. I’ve got my happy back.

Stan made it into town just in time to go to the county fair. Here he and Colby are, checking out the 4-H animals.

I have to say, the fair has really gone downhill since I’ve been there last–you know, 13 years ago or something. The 4-H stuff was fun, but there wasn’t a lot of other participation–I was expecting more quilts and produce and, well, fair-type stuff. They didn’t even have any rides (which, really, is probably a blessing) or a SCONE booth. Can it even be considered a fair without scones?

[Interesting side note: I’ve found out since moving to Washington that what I’ve always thought were scones–dough stretched out and fried in hot oil–are actually NOT scones. When the English are talking about scones, it’s an entirely different animal. (As are their muffins, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.) We had an enrichment meeting right after moving here with the theme “A Fair to Remember” where the difference was explained to me. I was completely confident I knew what a scone was, but really a scone is more like a biscuit. Only tastier. But not fried in hot oil–those are Elephant Ears or Tiger Somethings. Incidentally, they have both the fried-in-hot-oil kind AND the English kind at the state fair here. You know, for all those English people who end up in Washington state during September and want to go to a fair. But I digress.]

The sheriff’s office was giving out free Creamies, though. That was pretty cool.

The other pretty cool thing was a tank. (Although I think the soldier there called it something else. Tanks are, I guess, even BIGGER.) The kids enjoyed going up inside it. Looked a little claustrophobic to me, though.

Stan didn’t get to spend much time in Rexburg. We were ready to get home (and I think the Grandparents were ready for us to get home, too). Still, we made time to go and get a sno cone. I don’t know why, but there aren’t many shaved ice venues where we live. (Okay, maybe I do know. It rains all the time here.) Anyway, they were delicious.

Here’s the whole fam, sitting on the steps of MJH–which, by the way, is looking its age. You can’t see it in this picture, but the pole on Stan’s side wasn’t connected at all on the bottom due to the stairs crumbling away. The door was open to the gym behind us, so I went up to take a little peek. It smells exactly the same. It was almost eerie.

Heading home, we stayed with Steve’s cousin and her family at a cabin on Couer d’Alene Lake. It was beautiful, and a fun way to break up the drive home.
We were able to swim for a little while the next morning before hitting the road again. Sweet Colby.

And then–we were home. Well, like seven hours later. It was a long trip, but a wonderful vacation overall. Now–we’re back to the regular grind.