"Sufficient unto the day is one baby. As long as you are in your right mind, don't ever pray for twins. Twins amount to a permanent riot. And there ain't any real difference between triplets and the insurrection."
~Mark Twain, 1879

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Wedding Day

The weather on the evening before the wedding was a little worrisome. We had rain on the way home from the rehearsal barbecue.



In the Bride's Changing Room.

Big sister/maid of honor getting ready.


Mom putting on the last touches.

The Reverend Hawkins performing the ceremony.


The little brothers.


Husband and Wife.



Wes and Erica (younger brother and sister)


First Dance.



Father Daughter dance.


Bouquet Toss.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE.


And for the gentlemen...

Sisters dancing.




I played the part of cake decorator.


The Donut Cake.
These are Lane's favorite donuts. A really good idea. While the real cake was being cut everyone grabbed a donut.





The girls.
No turning back now.

Bye-Bye.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

4th of July Rocks Hope Island

Our daughter's fiance (husband now) is a member of Swinomish tribe. So we got to spend the 4th on the reservation where it's "no holds barred" for fire works. It'd been years since Paul or I had bought fire works in the tinderbox known as California. The kids on the other hand have never been involved in a 4th of July with all the safe and sane goodies. It was a blast!!!

This isn't Hope Island but it's pretty.




The daughter's and the sons in law to be.












Fire Safety Officer




Were you touching the fireworks?



Just a tiny bit of the spent arsenal. And it's not even dark yet.




What you can't see is the M-80 tucked in side the hot dog.

The sun finally sets at about 9:00 pm.





Because we like to mix our alcohol with our flammables.


Oohhh!



Aahhh!



Thursday, July 24, 2008

Washington!

Our goal is in site-literally.



Our first ferry ride. We picked the wrong day to go on the Mukulteo-Clinton Ferry. Thursday July 3rd-the start of a big holiday weekend means a 3 hour wait for the ferry. So close and yet so far. It turned out to be a little under a two hour wait. There was even a spotless Porta-Potty to use. So, Kendra and I did...and then the cars started moving. I was telling her to hurry as our car passed us. And kept going. We ran after it. As we rounded the corner, our car was nowhere in sight. The nice Washington policeman directed us toward the car after he told us that they had already been routed back through the city. Ha Ha. Not funny after hours in the car. We caught up to where they were waiting and had just a short time to go before boarding the Ferry Kittitas.




Two ferries were going back and forth as fast as they could load and unload people and cars.



Our welcoming committee at the house.






The private path to the beach. Someone is building a new home with an amazing view.


"Our beach"


Let the building begin.


I love Whidbey Island.

We found out quickly, if you're carrying a bucket back from the beach, it probably contains your dinner. Crab, mussels, oysters and clams. Take your pick. Penn Cove mussels are the best. I saw them at out Costco yesterday.
Now if we only had a talking sponge who lives in a pineapple under the sea, we'd have a hit TV show.