
Here's a couple snaps of Ed playing out on the back porch.
I must have written too much on that last post, cause even Auntie M, who I can always count on for a comment didn't have anything to say :)
We leave tomorrow for a whirlwind trip--3 cities in 5 days. Fortunately for Eddie, it's just 2 cities in 5 days. We head to Wisconsin for Den's high school reunion (I won't say how many years, but lets just say there are college students who weren't born yet and he has some classmates with grandchildren (!)).
Then on Sat. we head to Ohio to drop Eddie off at my parents while we head to Pittsburgh for the wedding of a dear friend of mine. Happens to be our first night away from Eddie. I'm so excited, but feel a bit bad for g'ma and g'pa Ohio as Eddie rises for the day shortly after they go to bed for the night. Monday we drive back to Ohio to get Eddie and then fly back. Whew! We're tired just thinking about it.
When we were planning the trip it sounded like it would be a bit rough after Alaska, but I don't think we anticipated how rough it would feel. Eddie was just getting back into his normal schedule and must be cutting some teeth, because Dennis just about needed a tetnus shot this evening.
With all that traveling, not sure what time I'll have to post till we return...oh and did I mention it's supposed to be 96 degrees in Wisc. --a temperature that used to be so rare, Den's parents don't have AC. Den says he never remembers it being that hot growing up--does his memory serve, or has it been tooo many years since his high school graduation?
We've historically managed to dodge the bullet and had beautiful summer Wisconsin weather--but I believe we'll sleep in the basement. :) I definitely encoutered 90 + degree days in my time growing up in Florida and occassional heat-waves in Ohio--I remember being at girl scout camp in Florida and the temperature reached 107. My parents only let us turn on the AC at 90 degrees--once I could prove to my mom the mercury had hit 90. I think a heat-loving chick such as myself might even wilt.
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