Marissa has been steadily adding words to her vocabulary with regularity. She can repeat most one or two syllable words that we say, though she won't always remember what to associate them with. But she does know the word "yellow," understands that it's a color, and lately has taken to saying her own name, which comes out "Sassa." I love it.
But this weekend a new word entered her world, the opposite of which she's been saying for some time. She's been saying "no" for a while, but of course it comes out "D'oh," as in Homer Simpson "D'oh." Sometimes it's a quick, quiet, "Doh" and other times it's a yelled, drawn out "Doooohhhhh!" But it means "no" in Marissa's world.
This weekend she began saying the opposite of "no" -- "yes." But in typical Marissa fashion, it isn't quite "yes," it's "Ya." As in the German "Ja."
"Marissa, do you want some pasta?"
"Ja! Sassa pasta! Ja!"
"Marissa, want to take Dax for a walk?"
"Ja! Mommy walk. Daddy walk. Dax walk. Dinzee walk. Sassa walk. Ja ja ja!" (All this said while walking around looking for her sandals, followed by hopping and jumping upon finding them, thus the "ja ja ja.")
She is getting to be quite the talker, if you watch the Simpson's and understand Swedish or German.
Monday, August 13, 2007
A Milestone!
I wrote a while ago about how Marissa went peepee on the potty. We reached another milestone tonight in that she went poopy on the potty!
Be forewarned: For non-parents and those not accustomed to the direct discussion of bodily functions that come with being a parent, just skip over this post and know that a milestone was reached. Yeay Marissa!
Tonight we were downstairs finishing up dinner and she and Lindsey were already out and about playing. Suddenly Marissa stopped what she was doing and said "Poop!" Lindsey was headed upstairs anyway to use the potty, so Marissa trekked up with her.
After about a minute, I heard Lindsey say, "Mommy, Marissa has a poopy in her diaper." I run upstairs and sure enough, Marissa had disrobed and ripped off her diaper, but clearly hadn't finished the job in her diaper. I said, "Marissa, do you need to go poopy on the potty?" to which she replied "Ya!" So I quickly popped her on and she went poopy on the potty!
This was followed by a great deal of clapping and cheering. Lindsey decided that Marissa needed a sticker, so she pulled out her secret stash and gave one to Marissa, who promptly put it on some furniture in celebration.
I think it's time to break out the pull-ups.
Be forewarned: For non-parents and those not accustomed to the direct discussion of bodily functions that come with being a parent, just skip over this post and know that a milestone was reached. Yeay Marissa!
Tonight we were downstairs finishing up dinner and she and Lindsey were already out and about playing. Suddenly Marissa stopped what she was doing and said "Poop!" Lindsey was headed upstairs anyway to use the potty, so Marissa trekked up with her.
After about a minute, I heard Lindsey say, "Mommy, Marissa has a poopy in her diaper." I run upstairs and sure enough, Marissa had disrobed and ripped off her diaper, but clearly hadn't finished the job in her diaper. I said, "Marissa, do you need to go poopy on the potty?" to which she replied "Ya!" So I quickly popped her on and she went poopy on the potty!
This was followed by a great deal of clapping and cheering. Lindsey decided that Marissa needed a sticker, so she pulled out her secret stash and gave one to Marissa, who promptly put it on some furniture in celebration.
I think it's time to break out the pull-ups.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
This was too fun!
I just had to share this one, for those of us who grew up on Sesame Street and The Muppet Show.
Marissa's Ponied Hair
I hadn't realized that Marissa's hair was long enough to put up, until we got her home from daycare one day with her hair in three little ponies, compliments of one of the workers.
I'm sure she was hot and damp, and they thought she would be cooler if her hair was up.
She really is not a baby, she looks like a little girl with her hair in ponies!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
a New York City Storm
This past week found me in New York City again, this time for the DMA nonprofit conference.
On Tuesday night, while I was sleeping unaware, a storm came through the area and dumped 2 to 3 inches of rain on us, while a tornado hit Brooklyn that same night. I woke up not having heard a thing, only to turn on the TV and find that 2.5" had fallen in Central Park (not too far from where I was staying), and that subways were flooded out, etc. It was going to be a nightmare commute for some people, and as it was I had two meetings get canceled that morning because the people I was supposed to meet with couldn't make it in to the city.
I couldn't believe that such a storm had gone on and I had slept through it all. Some of us were comparing notes after, and one of my co-workers said she thought she had heard a dump truck going by near her hotel, but othewise she didn't hear anything else. Then a native New Yorker chimed in that what she mistook for a dump truck probably was thunder.
Apparently thunder in the city sounds very different from thunder elsewhere. Unlike thunder in the plains states, you don't hear a big CLAP at the beginning and rumblings after. Usually you don't hear the beginning of it at all -- it starts as a low rumble and gets louder, but never too loud, and then simply fades away. The sound is absorbed and bounced around by all the buildings, so it doesn't sound the way thunder does for us who don't live in such dense urban areas.
I was fascinated by this, and realized that I too had heard what I thought was a truck but apparently was actually thunder. Amazing!
On Tuesday night, while I was sleeping unaware, a storm came through the area and dumped 2 to 3 inches of rain on us, while a tornado hit Brooklyn that same night. I woke up not having heard a thing, only to turn on the TV and find that 2.5" had fallen in Central Park (not too far from where I was staying), and that subways were flooded out, etc. It was going to be a nightmare commute for some people, and as it was I had two meetings get canceled that morning because the people I was supposed to meet with couldn't make it in to the city.
I couldn't believe that such a storm had gone on and I had slept through it all. Some of us were comparing notes after, and one of my co-workers said she thought she had heard a dump truck going by near her hotel, but othewise she didn't hear anything else. Then a native New Yorker chimed in that what she mistook for a dump truck probably was thunder.
Apparently thunder in the city sounds very different from thunder elsewhere. Unlike thunder in the plains states, you don't hear a big CLAP at the beginning and rumblings after. Usually you don't hear the beginning of it at all -- it starts as a low rumble and gets louder, but never too loud, and then simply fades away. The sound is absorbed and bounced around by all the buildings, so it doesn't sound the way thunder does for us who don't live in such dense urban areas.
I was fascinated by this, and realized that I too had heard what I thought was a truck but apparently was actually thunder. Amazing!
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Lindsey's ambitions
Yesterday I was painting Lindseys' toenails and fingernails (by her request), and the two of us were sprawled across the kitchen floor in this endeavor. Marissa was off playing nicely with some of her toys, giving Lindsey and I a chance to talk.
Lindsey began the conversation by saying, "Mommy, you have big toes."
I said, "Yes, my toes are bigger than yours."
She said, "When I get bigger and bigger and bigger I'm going to be a mommy and I'm going to paint my little girl's toes."
I said, "You are??"
She said, "Yep, and some day I'm going to be a mommy and I'm going to have a baby in my tummy."
I said, "Aww, Lindsey, that's really sweet."
She said, "Yep, and I'm going to grow boobies! And then when I have a born baby I will feed the baby milk from my boobies."
I said, "Oh!" as I tried not to laugh. And then it was on to some other topic.
Then later on, she continued, "When Marissa gets bigger and bigger, she's going to have boobies, too."
I said, "Yes, she is."
She said, "But not Daddy. Daddys don't have boobies."
That's right, Daddys don't have boobies. Amen for that.
Lindsey began the conversation by saying, "Mommy, you have big toes."
I said, "Yes, my toes are bigger than yours."
She said, "When I get bigger and bigger and bigger I'm going to be a mommy and I'm going to paint my little girl's toes."
I said, "You are??"
She said, "Yep, and some day I'm going to be a mommy and I'm going to have a baby in my tummy."
I said, "Aww, Lindsey, that's really sweet."
She said, "Yep, and I'm going to grow boobies! And then when I have a born baby I will feed the baby milk from my boobies."
I said, "Oh!" as I tried not to laugh. And then it was on to some other topic.
Then later on, she continued, "When Marissa gets bigger and bigger, she's going to have boobies, too."
I said, "Yes, she is."
She said, "But not Daddy. Daddys don't have boobies."
That's right, Daddys don't have boobies. Amen for that.
Poll Closed: Final Tally
The final tally on the voting for Lindsey's favorite color (currently):
2 votes for pink
2 votes for purple
3 votes for red
And the winner is....
Purple!
If you asked Lindsey today what her favorite color is, she would tell you "purple." Then she would say "pink" after it, and then she would say "yellow." (That's a new one, sorry, I didn't know to put it as an option!)
So congratulations to those who selected purple, you get to help us re-paint her room a different shade of purple some day.
2 votes for pink
2 votes for purple
3 votes for red
And the winner is....
Purple!
If you asked Lindsey today what her favorite color is, she would tell you "purple." Then she would say "pink" after it, and then she would say "yellow." (That's a new one, sorry, I didn't know to put it as an option!)
So congratulations to those who selected purple, you get to help us re-paint her room a different shade of purple some day.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
My Coffee Cup
I have a coffee cup here at work that I got at Christmas from my sister Kristi and her husband.
It's from a restaurant called "Schloegel's" that we've always stopped at on our way up to the Upper Peninsula when we're vacationing. Our family has many memories of stopping there over the years, having various breakfasts and/or lunches on our way up to family fun.
My coffee cup made its way into the kitchen and has been MIA for the last week or so. This morning I peeked into the cupboard only to find it again.
I can only imagine that some other person was using it for a week or so and decided two things about it:
1. What the #*%! is Schloegel's and why is it printed on this cup?
2. This only holds half the amount of coffee that I'm used to so I have to fill up more often. I think I'll pick a different cup.
Thus I've got my cup back again.
It's from a restaurant called "Schloegel's" that we've always stopped at on our way up to the Upper Peninsula when we're vacationing. Our family has many memories of stopping there over the years, having various breakfasts and/or lunches on our way up to family fun.
My coffee cup made its way into the kitchen and has been MIA for the last week or so. This morning I peeked into the cupboard only to find it again.
I can only imagine that some other person was using it for a week or so and decided two things about it:
1. What the #*%! is Schloegel's and why is it printed on this cup?
2. This only holds half the amount of coffee that I'm used to so I have to fill up more often. I think I'll pick a different cup.
Thus I've got my cup back again.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
A Birthday Party sidebar
We didn't make a huge deal of Marissa's birthday, we just invited two families over for ice cream cake Friday evening.
For once, we were ready long before the guests should arrive. (This means we had an extra 10 minutes before the party was supposed to start.) Therefore I took the liberty of putting on the "Cars" CD, which begins with a fabulous track by Sheryl Crowe, "Long Gone."
Much to my chagrin, our neighbors were early and caught me and my two daughters jumping and dancing like nobody was looking...with everyone looking.
So my new motto is...dance like there's no tomorrow!
For once, we were ready long before the guests should arrive. (This means we had an extra 10 minutes before the party was supposed to start.) Therefore I took the liberty of putting on the "Cars" CD, which begins with a fabulous track by Sheryl Crowe, "Long Gone."
Much to my chagrin, our neighbors were early and caught me and my two daughters jumping and dancing like nobody was looking...with everyone looking.
So my new motto is...dance like there's no tomorrow!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
How Marissa spent her birthday
Playing with new toys (a lawnmower, in this case)
Petting goats at the Minnesota Zoo.
Goofing off at the zoo, too!
Eating her cake! I had an angel put on it because she so is not.Marissa's Birthday
Our youngest offspring turned two yesterday. It seems hard to believe to us, even though she's been saying "two" and gesturing with two fingers when you ask her how old she is for some time now.
I realized that I never really settled in to telling people that she was "one." It sounds odd, but when kids are between 1 and 2, whether they are closer to 1 or 2 makes a huge difference in their learning, their communication, their size, etc. So when people would ask how old she was, I would usually reply in months, much to many non-parents' chagrin.
"She's 14 months." [Non-parent's mental calculator: 1 yr and 2 mos old]
"She's 18 months." [Non-parent's mental calculator: 1 and a half years old]
"She's 22 months." [Non-parent's mental calculator: she'll be two in two months]
Finally...she's two! And I missed my opportunity to tell people she was "one." Not that they'd believe me.
Because she doesn't look two, she looks three. She is about the same height as a few 3-year-olds we know. She towers over most of her classmates and she's a bit of an oaf. She can knock her classmates down with her normal play, much less when she gets mad at them for taking a toy.
She's got more and more words and sentences all the time. She says each of our names, and we've been working on getting her to say her own for a while. Finally, today, she was talking about something that belonged to her and she said, "Sasissa's book."
Sasissa, now there's a name we hadn't thought of! But obviously so much easier for her to say!
She asks for all kinds of things now, she has a distinctive idea of what her bedtime routine should consist of. I should get her out of the bath, dry her off, get her changed, read her a book, and then she wants to wander off to find Daddy. "Daddy! Book!" she'll yell for him. Then after a book from Daddy she wants to say good-night to Lindsey. This evening that meant a trip back into the bathroom where Lindsey was finishing up a bath.
"Nigh nigh, Dinzee!" Marissa said, and blew her a kiss.
Then back to her room, where she wanted to be put in her bed with her books. We could hear her read them for a while, then she was out.
We found this absolutely incredible, considering that she had a four-hour nap today, lasting from just before 1 pm to 4:45 pm. And she went to bed, all on her own, at a little after 8:00, her normal bedtime.
It's tiring being two!
An Addendum to a Previous Rant
Click on the title of this post for a link to an interesting news article about the rise in infant and children deaths by means of hyperthermia -- mostly by being left in vehicles by their doting parents.
Statisticians have found a direct correlation between the law that passed in 1995 requiring that children ride in the backseat, for their own safety, mind you, and the incidents of children being left in cars.
Out of sight, out of mind, apparently. And they are right, some days I think, "There but for the grace of God go I."
Statisticians have found a direct correlation between the law that passed in 1995 requiring that children ride in the backseat, for their own safety, mind you, and the incidents of children being left in cars.
Out of sight, out of mind, apparently. And they are right, some days I think, "There but for the grace of God go I."
This is a Strange Country
Remember the good ol’ days, when a football player could murder his ex-wife and a complete stranger, but still get off scot-free? Nowadays, some quarterback kills a couple dogs, and they won’t even let him show up for work.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Here's what I don't get...
I came across a news story today about an 11-mo old boy who died after his dad "forgot" to drop him off at daycare and he spent the day in a hot car. Here's what I don't get:
1. A newborn...maybe. You're a new parent, the whole dropping off thing is new to you, they don't make any noise and are facing the other way so you can't see them. Maybe. Possibly. But this is an 11-month old who probably babbles. And drops toys. And giggles. And maybe you're listening to some crappy Wiggles CD or singing along to "The Wheels on the Bus" as you're going to work because you're a parent and you have a child. And you've been doing this every day for...how long?
2. The boy was found at 3:30 pm when the daycare called the mom at work to ask if the boy wasn't coming in that day. Hey, how about realizing at 9 am that he hadn't been dropped off and calling then?
Our center has a policy that if your normal hours have you dropping your child off by 9 in the morning and you haven't done so yet, that you call the school to let them know the children aren't coming. If they aren't there, they are supposed to call YOU, the parent, to ensure that they were not supposed to be in that day.
3. Apparently around 36 children every year die by being left in vehicles by their parents. It almost always makes the news, especially in this kind of summer heat, and every time it sickens me inside. So if this is the 10th child killed this year, that means that 26 more times this year some parent somewhere will forget that they once heard about other children dying in this manner and will either intentionally or unintentionally leave their children in their cars.
I'm going to go give my girls hugs now. I don't care that they're sleeping.
1. A newborn...maybe. You're a new parent, the whole dropping off thing is new to you, they don't make any noise and are facing the other way so you can't see them. Maybe. Possibly. But this is an 11-month old who probably babbles. And drops toys. And giggles. And maybe you're listening to some crappy Wiggles CD or singing along to "The Wheels on the Bus" as you're going to work because you're a parent and you have a child. And you've been doing this every day for...how long?
2. The boy was found at 3:30 pm when the daycare called the mom at work to ask if the boy wasn't coming in that day. Hey, how about realizing at 9 am that he hadn't been dropped off and calling then?
Our center has a policy that if your normal hours have you dropping your child off by 9 in the morning and you haven't done so yet, that you call the school to let them know the children aren't coming. If they aren't there, they are supposed to call YOU, the parent, to ensure that they were not supposed to be in that day.
3. Apparently around 36 children every year die by being left in vehicles by their parents. It almost always makes the news, especially in this kind of summer heat, and every time it sickens me inside. So if this is the 10th child killed this year, that means that 26 more times this year some parent somewhere will forget that they once heard about other children dying in this manner and will either intentionally or unintentionally leave their children in their cars.
I'm going to go give my girls hugs now. I don't care that they're sleeping.
Mirror mirror on the wall...
Over the weekend Lindsey received a vanity table that came from great-Grandma Dolaskie's house (it's either originally hers or Aunt Lu's, we're not quite sure). But it wasn't being used, the offer was made if Lindsey would like it in her room, so my parents brought it up when they came to visit over the weekend.
The two girls promptly sat down at it and started messing around. It's been at our house almost a week now, they both still sit at it and brush their hair, play with brushes, etc.
Some day I plan to clean the glass...
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
A Genuine Smile
I have a hard time getting good photos of Marissa. She is often concentrating very hard, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed. Or, she is scowling at the fact that I am trying to get a picture of her.
But this one is a genuine smile. She was putting her pacifier in the water in the little fountain at Grandma's house, I happened to catch her as she smiled at me about the whole affair.
She can be pretty cute, I think we'll keep her.
Pee pee on the potty!
Last night as I took Marissa out of the bath and set her on the rug, she said, "Uh-oh!!" Now usually this means look for the stream, she's peeing.
However, this time, she started reaching for the little toilet insert that we put on the toilet seat so she and Lindsey can sit comfortably on the toilet without fear of falling in. So I quickly grabbed her little potty seat, put it on the toilet and set her on it.
Sure enough, she went pee pee on the potty! We were so proud of her, we clapped and clapped and she grinned proudly. Perhaps this is a start of good things...but based on our experience w/Lindsey, I won't get my hopes up.
However, this time, she started reaching for the little toilet insert that we put on the toilet seat so she and Lindsey can sit comfortably on the toilet without fear of falling in. So I quickly grabbed her little potty seat, put it on the toilet and set her on it.
Sure enough, she went pee pee on the potty! We were so proud of her, we clapped and clapped and she grinned proudly. Perhaps this is a start of good things...but based on our experience w/Lindsey, I won't get my hopes up.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
North for da Fourth
Now that I'm back in the swing of things, I can write about Marissa and my trip to the U.P. to visit our fam.
First, it was wonderful to have time together just Marissa and I. She is so often drowned out by her older and more verbal sister, it was wonderful to get to know her better. And, as I expected, I discovered that she says many more words than we realized. She asks for milk by saying something that sounds like "Mach" (as in Mach 1), and shakes her head or nods emphatically to various questions. She was pretty much an angel the entire trip, thanks to getting more attention than she's ever had since infancy.
We arrived in Marquette only to find it isn't really Marquette, it's a small town called Gwynn about half an hour south of Marquette. My cousin Yvette came and picked us up and we found a little place to grab a bite to eat. Then out to Grandma's house on Dana Lake!
We arrived around 9 pm, just as the sun was going down. It's amazing how much the small adjustment north in latitude changes the light in the evening. Between the time change and the light, Marissa rarely made it to bed by 10 pm. My sister Kristi arrived about half an hour after I did, and we tried to settle down for the night.
The next day was the Fourth of July, and we met my dad, stepmom, Aunt Carol and Uncle Chap out at their home and then went in town for the parade. The parade was lots of fun -- Marissa was shushing the noisy fire engines and police sirens by putting her finger up to her lips and going "Ssshhhh!" Overall she did quite well and lasted throughout the parade.
I, on the other hand, was having a hell of a time keeping it together, battling a cold which was working its way towards a sinus infection. We ended up having to stop in town before heading back out to get some cold medicine, nasal spray, etc. It's a good thing I brought my large "mom" purse because it was constantly stuffed with large wads of Kleenex. Ugh!
We headed back to Carol's for a nap -- I took one, Marissa didn't. Whatever; she was occupied by relatives. Then we had an amazing traditional dinner -- hamburgers and brats on the grill, homemade potato salad, baked beans and cole slaw. The word "homemade" belonged in front of each of those things -- wow, was it good!
The next day Kristi and I spent the morning at Dana with Grandma - we enjoyed dipping our toes in the water, watching a loon cross the lake, and taking a pontoon boat ride around. It sure is a beautiful place, one filled with lots of memories. It holds a lifetime of memories for me, I can't imagine what it's like when it holds a lifetime of memories for my grandma! The weather was perfect.
We then went in for the afternoon and headed out to Miner's Beach with Dad and Terry. You would think by the use of the word "beach" that Kristi and I would know how to pack. But no, it was Lake Superior, we didn't think there would be a beach nice enough for us to want to dip in, and besides, the water's cold, right?? Yeah. We were well prepared, both of us in t-shirt and capris, no swimsuits, no towels, we're real geniuses. Thankfully Marissa wasn't interested in being in the cold water, since I didn't bring HER swimsuit, but she did enjoy digging around in the sand. Oh yeah, we left the bucket and shovel back at Grandma's too. Yep, genius once again.
Regardless, we had a wonderful time soaking up the sun, letting them dry out my sinuses, and then had a picnic up above the beach at a little picnic area. At least one of us was prepared -- Dad and Terry were all ready to go with food, beverages and condiments.
The next day was my last, and we took Grandma out for lunch at the DogPatch, a local favorite of ours in Munising. Then Kristi drove me out to Marquette and I got to see Yvette's beautiful house -- a 1895 original, being carefully restored by Yvette. It is a wonderful house, I love seeing these old places get transformed. Then Marissa and I got on a plane and were back in the Cities ahead of schedule.
We sure had a wonderful time, despite my miserable cold/sinus infection. It was wonderful seeing all of our extended family.
It took me some time to download all of my photos -- most of you should have gotten an invitation to a KodakGallery photo album by now to see them. My photos turned out so wonderful that Wayne is now planning a vacation for the four of us to make it back up next summer, hopefully for a longer period of time. Wouldn't that be awesome!
First, it was wonderful to have time together just Marissa and I. She is so often drowned out by her older and more verbal sister, it was wonderful to get to know her better. And, as I expected, I discovered that she says many more words than we realized. She asks for milk by saying something that sounds like "Mach" (as in Mach 1), and shakes her head or nods emphatically to various questions. She was pretty much an angel the entire trip, thanks to getting more attention than she's ever had since infancy.
We arrived in Marquette only to find it isn't really Marquette, it's a small town called Gwynn about half an hour south of Marquette. My cousin Yvette came and picked us up and we found a little place to grab a bite to eat. Then out to Grandma's house on Dana Lake!
We arrived around 9 pm, just as the sun was going down. It's amazing how much the small adjustment north in latitude changes the light in the evening. Between the time change and the light, Marissa rarely made it to bed by 10 pm. My sister Kristi arrived about half an hour after I did, and we tried to settle down for the night.
The next day was the Fourth of July, and we met my dad, stepmom, Aunt Carol and Uncle Chap out at their home and then went in town for the parade. The parade was lots of fun -- Marissa was shushing the noisy fire engines and police sirens by putting her finger up to her lips and going "Ssshhhh!" Overall she did quite well and lasted throughout the parade.
I, on the other hand, was having a hell of a time keeping it together, battling a cold which was working its way towards a sinus infection. We ended up having to stop in town before heading back out to get some cold medicine, nasal spray, etc. It's a good thing I brought my large "mom" purse because it was constantly stuffed with large wads of Kleenex. Ugh!
We headed back to Carol's for a nap -- I took one, Marissa didn't. Whatever; she was occupied by relatives. Then we had an amazing traditional dinner -- hamburgers and brats on the grill, homemade potato salad, baked beans and cole slaw. The word "homemade" belonged in front of each of those things -- wow, was it good!
The next day Kristi and I spent the morning at Dana with Grandma - we enjoyed dipping our toes in the water, watching a loon cross the lake, and taking a pontoon boat ride around. It sure is a beautiful place, one filled with lots of memories. It holds a lifetime of memories for me, I can't imagine what it's like when it holds a lifetime of memories for my grandma! The weather was perfect.
We then went in for the afternoon and headed out to Miner's Beach with Dad and Terry. You would think by the use of the word "beach" that Kristi and I would know how to pack. But no, it was Lake Superior, we didn't think there would be a beach nice enough for us to want to dip in, and besides, the water's cold, right?? Yeah. We were well prepared, both of us in t-shirt and capris, no swimsuits, no towels, we're real geniuses. Thankfully Marissa wasn't interested in being in the cold water, since I didn't bring HER swimsuit, but she did enjoy digging around in the sand. Oh yeah, we left the bucket and shovel back at Grandma's too. Yep, genius once again.
Regardless, we had a wonderful time soaking up the sun, letting them dry out my sinuses, and then had a picnic up above the beach at a little picnic area. At least one of us was prepared -- Dad and Terry were all ready to go with food, beverages and condiments.
The next day was my last, and we took Grandma out for lunch at the DogPatch, a local favorite of ours in Munising. Then Kristi drove me out to Marquette and I got to see Yvette's beautiful house -- a 1895 original, being carefully restored by Yvette. It is a wonderful house, I love seeing these old places get transformed. Then Marissa and I got on a plane and were back in the Cities ahead of schedule.
We sure had a wonderful time, despite my miserable cold/sinus infection. It was wonderful seeing all of our extended family.
It took me some time to download all of my photos -- most of you should have gotten an invitation to a KodakGallery photo album by now to see them. My photos turned out so wonderful that Wayne is now planning a vacation for the four of us to make it back up next summer, hopefully for a longer period of time. Wouldn't that be awesome!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
More Photos from the U.P.
Sunset over Lake Superior, Miner's Beach.
Dad enjoying the view of the lake, during our picnic on the 5th.
Wow, doesn't Grandma look good??
Marissa playing on the beach at Dana.
Kristi and Marissa checking out the minnows.
Marissa's toes in the sand. Looks so much like a photo of Lindsey's toes in Gull Lake, at the age of 2!Monday, July 09, 2007
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