Doopy Doopy Doo.

Right. So I'm just going to continue where I left off and pretend I didn't write for two weeks. Bah. Don't judge me. You'll understand later.

So this Oregon trip. It actually started out very pleasantly. I was a LITTLE worried about Caleb being on a plane, just because he's in the explorative stage now, so being cooped up in Daddy's or my lap didn't really sound like it would be something he would like to do for six hours. We got there in plenty of time, and the airport was actually very very empty, surprisingly. I was totally prepared for hundreds of people in line, hundreds of people in security, going on summer vacations, ect.....but apparently if you wait till after the 4th of july weekend to travel, no one else is going to be traveling with you. So we got through very quickly, and let the kids play on the floor watching the planes.

Then we boarded the plane, and everything stopped being pleasant. The boy screamed and screamed, then fell asleep and woke as we landed. Then he decided to take the opportunity to have a bowel movement for the next five minutes, pushing and grunting. since we just landed, I couldnt go change him, and since we were in the last row of the plane and had a connecting flight in 20min after touchdown, I couldn't change him during the layover. We ended up RUNNING the ENTIRE two terminals to make the connecting flight; Celeste in the stroller while I push, and Caleb in Gregs arms as he ran. We made it....and 2min later they closed the gate. We were in the last row AGAIN, so i ran in the bathroom and had to change a screaming Caleb in the super teeny tiny changing area. Lame. Even more lame? It was an explosive diaper, and I had remembered to bring everything but a change of clothes. UG!! SO Caleb was screaming on the top of his lungs, squished into this tiny hole while I wiped furiously at his clothes trying to make it back to my seat in time for take off. Lovely. When we landed in Idaho, we were looking at 3hr drive to our final destination. Thats when we realized Celeste didn't have the ipod in her backpack. Greg even went to check n the plane while they were cleaning it! Nope...ipod GONE. She also almost forgot her stuffed animal in the baggage claim office (where Greg filled out a missing item report). Exhausted and stressed, we got in our rental car and started the last leg of our journey. I looked in my backpack and found...the ipod. phew. I must also mention that it was 9:45pm and the sun was just barely starting to set.

We eventually made it to La Grande tired, worn out, beat up, but there was a hotel room waiting for us with a playpen for the monster that Gregs mom got him. From that point on, the entire trip was kind of a blur, but here are some things I remember doing.
*swimming with Matt and Greg in the indoor pool
*Matt meeting Caleb monster

*going to Grandmas house
*Going to the fish hatchery

*Greg and Celeste on a motorcycle

*watching a roller derby race

*Grandpas bench dedication, where Greg got pulled in to the ceremony to pick a winner for the raffle

*Calebs birthday party, making a cake with Aunt Kim

*Aunt Kim and Miles against Greg and Celeste in bumper boats!

*Caleb mashing another cake!

*going to Kristy's house, petting chickens, playing piano, flying a kite, and playing dance games on wii

*Going to Lake Wallowa, and Celeste and miles slapping each other with dead fish

*making stepping stones for Grandma GG

*Visiting Steve and Amber!!
*Eentsy on the roof!

*setting of fireworks at Steve and Ambers *Watching Trasformers 3, Super 8, Green Lantern, and Harry Potter 7.5
*setting of fireworks at Greg's mom's house
*playing at the lake with Misty

*Misty's parents bringing their boat!
*Gregs boat photoshoot....

"Deep in de night....i am looking for some fun..."

"deep in de night....I am looking for some love..."

"you tease me...oh please me...I want you to be my love toy..."

"come near me...don't fear me..I just cant get enough of you boy..."

"oooooo...you touched my tralala....mmmmmmm...my ding ding dong"

Ok. enough of this.



Then of course, We had to drive back to Idaho, fly back to SD, and good sweet Sara drove us home. PHEW.

Now WHY haven't I been able to post this yet? Because I've been to two birthday parties, made a dress, gone to a wedding, went to visit a brand new baby Noah, been throwing up for an afternoon, took the kids back to school shopping, started making Celestes pirate costume, babysat like there's no tomorrow, watched a neighbors dogs while they were out of town, went to a neighbors for firepit, vented about a very obssessed person with a neighbor.....aaah it's been a fun few weeks. And now? I want to curl up in my closet and hide for a week.

I'll end with a rather humorus story, however. So....for our entire nearly six year relationship, I have ALWAYS warned Greg that he should fill his gas tank sooner. He likes to wait until about 20miles after the light comes on, and I always fill it at around 1/8tank. I figure you never know what you'll be doing or where, and say you're in the middle of nowhere, or in a huge hurry cause you're late for something...just DO IT before it gets to be an issue or you run out of gas! One time, we had to make it to an airport and there was a freakin blizzard out (I am NOT joking...just ask my mom!!) so we went anyways and I told Greg, we need gas, lets stop here. Of course not, we'll just get it on the way. It was getting to a point where gas stations were closed cause of the storm, and we were talking about Greg having to walk to a gas station!! But...just in the nick of time, there was our beackon of hope, our ray of sunshine. Unfortunately, not only did Greg NOT learn his lesson, but it must have sunk even deeper in that he can get away with it. Lame. A freakin blizzard didnt even change his mind!!

So there I was, meeting my first ever internet only friend I've known for years, loitering outside the MCX, watching my kids go crazy....and Greg calls. I think he's on his way cause he talked about going shoe shopping and we were all gonna meet up. That was NOT the case. "hey babe....uuh...I ran out of gas." "You what?" "Uhh..I ran out of gas." "YOU RAN OUT OF GAS?!?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" "uuh, can you come get me? I'm in my swim gear." see....he's running a triathalon this weekend and got himself some bright spandex cause now hes a cyclist, but he wears it swimming to get used to it. "you're wearing your SPANDEX on the side of the road?!?!" "yeah...I'm on base, on Vandegrift, where the palm trees are..." This stretch of road is super busy during rush hour traffic...and it was 5pm. "You're stuck ON BASE wearing obnoxious SPANDEX and you ran out of GAS?!?!?!" I about died of laughter right then. I did go get him, then took him home where he changed and grabbed a gas can and we went to the gas station (where I also made him fill MY tank too), then we got back to the truck and he got the truck working again, and even gave a stranded biker the rest of the gas (there were like three people stranded on the side of the road out of gas that day...weird!!).

Aaahh. I guess I can have my cake and eat it too. Good times!