I've got an hour to kill before we hit the road for our annual Proffitt beach vacation, so here's a quick rundown of our trip to Prescott last week. My dad drove down from Utah, I drove up from Tucson and we all met at Marie's cabin.
We hit up the candy shop where Baba bought some Pop Rocks for the boys.
Booker and Ike tried them for the first time ever. Booker was enthralled. Yes, that would be ice cream all over his face. One of the advantages of hanging out with a pregnant lady is that you get to have gelato for breakfast.
Ike was not so sure.
We hung out at Goldwater lake and fed the ducks.
I hope my dad doesn't mind but I'm attaching an email he sent to the Tueller family, because he had me cracking up:
It was another great trip up to Prescott, besides the whole vomiting all over Marie and Kyle's couch/carpet/every-little-crevice-he-could-find part. If the temperatures here in Tucson stay as high as they are, I might have to make it a monthly event.
In the meantime, I'm signing off and headed somewhere cool and breezy. I've been looking forward to this beach trip for months now. The car is one well-packed Tetris piece of work, with just enough room for the boys to sit comfortably. I'm praying for a vomit free road trip.
Oh and this has nothing to do with anything, except that I miss my little brother, Chris who is back in Cairo now. While he was visiting, I took him to a thrift store and he found this sweet Hawaiian shirt. And since I'm feeling homesick for my family, I'll mention that I miss my brother David who is in Japan right now and I especially miss my brother Danny who is somewhere right now. Danny, if you're reading this please give me a call. Come to Tucson and we'll go thrift store shopping.