HAWLEY WOOD
Would you believe that it has taken me almost Two months to gather photos from every one involved in our Family Vacay. I’m still waiting on a few stragglers, but have decided to go ahead and post anyway.
In mid-July we rented a cabin in the White Mountains. Meghann, Roscoe, Katie, Henry and Weezy flew into Phoenix so we could all drive up together. (We were very sad that our Scotty couldn’t join us this year, but next year will be perfect with his addition.) I had been involved in a massive packing extravaganza for over a week, so the kids walked into floor-to-ceiling piles. We had to transport everything necessary for a week in the woods. These cabins are on the Indian reservation and very rustic and minimally furnished. Dear readers, I’m sure that you are going to hear all about how old, silly Shanlee hauled nine rugs on vacation. Well, believe it, and know that I’m proud of my rug fetish. I might add, none of my family had any problem putting their stinky little piggys on MY RUGS. Also know that anyone who continues to give me shit grief about “the great rug transport” will be required to walk AROUND said rugs next year.
Patrick and Jessica joined us late Friday night and stayed for the whole weekend. Jessica got rave reviews from Meghann and Katie. Historically, Patrick’s sisters have found all of his other girlfriends to be “not worthy” of his affections. Not so with Jessica. In fact they posed this question several times over the course of the weekend, “What can she possibly see in him?” Just one brief skirmish to report. Katie and Jessica got into a fist fight over the “last pancake.” It ended in a draw. Katie is strong, but Jessica is quick. Folks in all the cabins near ours started taking bets on the outcome of the chick fight. Tom acted as bookie and he made enough to pay the cabin’s rent for the entire week.
The last few sentences were pure unadulterated lies - a stupid attempt at humor. Without further frivolity, let me share some poignant photos from our family adventure.
Roscoe takes a break to smell the daisies.
What more could a woman want?
YOUNG LOVE. What DOES she see in him?
Thanks for the ride, Mom.
Sweet dreams Baby Boy.
Well, that’s it for today. I’ll share more pics tomorrow.
Pam says:
Hawley is the best of times, and the worst of times (all good, except when somebody is suffering from a cold, and when the floors and carpets are LESS THAN HYGENIC)
On the subject of carpet, Lucy discovered her abject fear of thunderstorms while hanging out with Gonzo alone in our cabin. (They could have had some doggie romance, but she was not in the mood.) The second stormy evening, when we were at the Smiths for Taco Tuesday, she was shut in our room. The carpet at the threshold got artfully excavated, causing the gift to the White Mtn. Apaches of a small rug that I had brought (so our feet would not touch the gross and ancient “carpet” on the floor. We are wondering if the carpet will be taken out and replaced with linoleum (yes, please) or if the donated rug will be there next summer! I should start collecting rugs for the next installment now!
Your kids are all looking great, and we loved Jessica too…go Patrick!