Our Spring Break hosting of family has
begun in earnest. Josh and his crew arrived late Wednesday evening, and it has
been non-stop activity ever since.
Christina and all her kids were over most of the day, so the cousins’
play time kicked in. It was like they
had just seen each other yesterday and were picking up where they left
off. Cailyn even managed a brief
appearance after she got out of school.
Checking out our placemats at lunch proved
an interesting and educational task. One
on particular has pictures of each U.S. president. They were choosing which president was their
favorite. I heard Caleb select George
Washington, and somebody was rooting for Abraham Lincoln. I think it was Josiah who couldn’t decide,
so he was assigned James A. Garfield. At
one point Micah turned to his cousin cohort in age Zak and asked, “Are there
any girl presidents?” Zak didn’t miss a
beat with his answer. “It’s not
allowed.” Now there’s a “Girls not
allowed” twist I haven’t heard in a while.
Good thing Cailyn wasn’t here at the time.
In spite of the rain we did manage one
outing. Josh and I took the older guys
over to the airport to play some baseball.
Every field was standing in water, though, so we ended up wading through
some puddles onto the tennis courts. Everyone
managed to have a turn at bat before the Galveston College baseball team had the
same idea we did. They set up on one
side of the court for infield drills.
Finally we decided to give up on baseball and plodded our way over to the
skate park. Not that we had skates. The boys just wanted to see what mischief
might present itself. They ran up and slid
down the ramps until the massive puddle at one end proved too much to ignore. Micah and Josiah and Zak and Caleb were drawn
like a magnet into the abyss, and before long they were slipping and sliding
and landing on their backs and even face first.
At one point Jachin, who refused to lower himself to such childish
pursuits, even joined the fun by calling out some words of encouragement to his
brother, “Micah, run like school is chasing you … and Barbie dolls.”
Last night Chris and I were treated to a
special night out at the Rainforest Café.
We have been there once before that I remember. I don’t know the occasion, but Christina was
there. She had been working as a
waitress at a steakhouse in Houston, and she insisted I send my steak back
twice when it was obviously not cooked properly. Weird what one remembers. This time we joined the Josh Crew for the
ride while waiting for our table.
Definitely the first time I had done that. And it was worth it to watch the boys respond
to all the critters on display, even if they were made out of plastic and
plaster (the critters, not the boys).
After the ride Caleb had but one pronouncement to make as we made our
way through the winding tunnels back to the restaurant: “I can smell the
terror.” So beware if you take the
dare. The food was pretty good, and Josh
sprang for one of those Vollllllllll-cay-nooooooooo desserts. Very rich.
Very tasty. The boys even talked
him into a souvenir. I started to get
one of my own as well. They sell a whole
line of caps and t-shirts with the logo, “One Old Guy.” But I forgot.
Appropriate, right? Ah, well, on
to our next adventure …
1 Chronicles 16:31 says, “Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be
glad; let them say among the nations, ‘The Lord reigns!’”
Father, thank you for placemat presidents
and water puddle racing and adventures through tropical rainforests. Oh, and surprise chocolatey, caramel ice
cream brownie desserts. Amen.
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