Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Nearly Wordless Wednesday

I took a week off of blogging this past week. I felt like a slacker for sure but there was just no getting around it. I was sick, super sick. I'm feeling lots better but still getting over the dry cough and grossness of a pretty bad cold. Here are some pics of our weekend...two weekends ago.

Dad, Corliss, Jeffrey, Connor & I were supposed to go to Las Cruces to meet up with some family we never get to see. My dad's step-mom Jean is my last grandparent...connor's last surviving great grandparent and she lives in Arkansas. One of my dad's step-siblings was going to drive her across country to visit family. Las Cruces was as far west as they were coming so we decided to meet there. Unfortunately, Wednesday before we left town my grandma got pretty sick and it was decided that they wouldn't make the trip. Besides the obvious reason, we were really disappointed. I want to see her badly, and really want Connor to meet her. We were all also pretty hell bent on getting out of town that weekend. I'd had enough of sweating it out in AZ and needed a bit of an escape-even if just for the weekend.

We decided to touchbase with Dawn and her mom and see if the Payson cabin was available that weekend instead. It was! So we packed it up and the 5 of us planned to spend a weekend relaxing up north!

So, the plan was for Jeffrey to get Connor from school and pick me up at work at 3pm on the way out of town. My dad and Corliss went up earlier that day to do some shopping. In true fashion, at 2 something I got a call from Connor's teacher saying he had a fever and some pretty disturbing diapers (read: cold, infection, awesome.). We acted fast, got him a 3pm appointment at his peds office and got out of town right after. It's just a cold and he was acting fine. No plane ride, no crazy activity so we just figured anything we do up there is like doing it here at home. And we were off!

The drive up to Payson is pretty easy. Unless I'm the passenger. I hate the twisty mountain roads when I'm not driving. It freaks me the crap out.

We met up with dad and Corliss at the cabin and unpacked all the food and booze we'd brought up for the weekend. We decided to try out one of the little diner places in town and picked the Cafe 260. It was a cute place-exactly as you'd imagine. We all had the catfish special and Connor ate all of our fries. The owner and waitress were wonderful...continually reaffirming my desire to live in a small-ish town... They tolerated Connor's wildness and even made him a special little plate. He dipped everything in ranch as is his trademark way. They gave us a free piece of pie and asked us to come back sometime for breakfast-swearing that their pancakes were the best.

After we got home from the restaurant, dad and Connor threw the baseball around a bit. (like we could go out of town w/o bringing the ball, bat and glove along.) After Connor went to sleep, we broke out the Trivial Pursuit and Jeffrey and I kicked the crap out of them. Not really. I think we won by a pie, but a win all the same. :) I freakin love trivia.

Saturday morning we got up, had coffee and cereal out on the porch. That porch is one of my absolute favorite things about the house. The view is amazing. Truly amazing. If I lived there, I'd do nothing but eat, drink and relax on that porch. There's even an owl on the porch-meant to be! There was lots and lots of baseball playing this weekend. "play baball with papa", "play baball with mama", "play baball with dada", "play baball with tashi (somehow tashi=corliss)". He gets so excited and it's difficult to refuse him. :)

After lots of coffee and baseball we decided to head into town to do some shopping in the stores along Main Street. My dad and Corliss are both big collectors. My dad has an amazing collection of brass antiques, and other pieces that he's been collecting for decades. I could say that they are Chase and Frankart pieces...but I don't know if that means anything to anyone. :) He's been dragging me to antique stores my entire life, but i've only recently started to enjoy it myself. The first store we hit my dad ended up educating the store owner on items he was selling. Amazing. The guy was also a retired professor like dad (except he was a Wildcat-boo) and is somehow related to other Van Hooks. Small world folks. We toured a few more shops until Jeffrey and Connor just couldn't take it anymore. Connor did find a few things he liked including this old school catchers mit (shocking) and a little red car. I considered getting the red car until I remembered that my name isn't Lindsay Rockafellar and that he'd surely break the pricey little "toy" before we got it out of town.


Saturday evening we had bbq and it was great. I started feeling pretty yucky sometime on Saturday and wasn't too surprised. When you're the person pulling the boogers out of a sick two year old, it's not long before you start to feel it too. Plus, i'm no good at holding back my hugs and kisses when he's sick. Oh well. By Saturday night I was full-on sicko but I dealt with it with only occasional complaining.

I said "go stand by the tree" and this is the pose he struck. Holy senior photo.

Papa and Connor playing on Carol & Todd's toy
Papa, Corliss & Connor lounging in their sock money pajamas...and Connor with his baseball of course
Connor started getting really sick when we got home from Payson. I think the cool, clean air up north was doing him good but then we got home and the fever really spiked. The kid doesn't stop running around when he's not feeling well, so we could tell it was somewhat serious when he laid in bed for 6 hours just watching The Sandlot over and over again-right in the middle of the day. His fever got pretty high-104 on and off for a few days which is concerning as the kid is pretty low. The nurse at Connor's ped office told us that if it got to 105 we were to call 911 or head to the ER ourselves. Not great news. Long story short, he stayed home from school a couple days and then went back and has been fine. Here's a pic of him at the height of the fever. We had to change the bed sheets pretty often because he sweat so much. :( Even super sick, he manages to be adorable.

4 comments:

Katy said...

This was one of your best posts. I don't know why, but I loved it.

Lindsay said...

really? you think? maybe because i wrote lots? it seems boring to me, but i like to keep expectations low :)

Jobina said...

Sounds like you had a great time! I loved reading it. i felt like i was there. xoxox

Carly said...

I agree with Katy. It's like you're writing your life novel. Frawesome!