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Arrival at Cape Chuck

Ahhh, Cape Charles, you provided such respite for some weary northeners.  Thank you, Irene, for not spoiling it.  We're incurred some minor hardships in our travels down south but were soon forgotten.  We arrived to the comforts of a cozy cottage, and at such a late hour, we little girls were sent off to bed.  I'm not sure what all the muffled silliness was that I heard through the floor boards, but it seemed to have something to do with the word 'Gimlet.'

 

 

 

Cape Chuck 2011

Peri Vrabel reporting from Cape Charles.  Cape Chuck is sooooo 1990's.  It's like we have a dial-up connection here.  I had to send my old man to the local pub at midnight to post these for me.  To sum up, we've got sun, surf, dunes, some weird bearded dude who acts like my dad, birds, nature refuges, and purple spheres that contain homemade ice cream.

 

April

Hey, Happy Birthday Pap Pap!

Oh, hello, I didn't hear you come in.

I'm the Easter Bunny. I'm also suddenly six years old.  I also can't rotate this photo because this free blog is so awesome.

Bosch: Kid tested, OSHA approved.

Self-portrait w/ Michelle.

Enter the Cyclone

Hello, I'm Professor Peabody. Please join me in The Cyclone.

 

Periwinkle, Little Star

Dad, can I run with scissors?  No.  Can I jump on the couch with a kazoo in my mouth?  Sure, Honey - don't tell your mom.  Doh!

 

White Board

If you walk into our dining room you might notice a dry erase board on our refrigerator.  (Yeah, that's right, we have a refrigerator in our dining room. You have a problem with that?  Didn't think so.)  Heds and Jas use this to communicate important things like "Do Taxes" and "Wake me up by noon."  But most of the board is filled with an array of hastily scribbled quotations.  Random things I say, mostly, that for some reason my folks don't want to forget.  They are bound to be erased, accidentally or otherwise, so it seems sensible to jot them down here.  In no particular order or context...

(To Mom) "Will you wipe that up for me? With your shirt? Then put it in the washing machine."

(To M&D) "What are you saying, Grownups?

(To Buddy Cat) "Wake up you lazy boy."

(To Ernie) "Oh, Ernie, I'm so proud of you!"

"I hide my tasty crackers over here."

"I hide and my little pink friend find me."

(To M&D) "Watch this telephone fall down the icy mountain."

And last but not least, "Thank you!  Thank you very much!  I'll be here all week!"

The Dim Side of the Cocoon

A while back I took you to the Dark Side of the Cocoon.  Adults are complicated, it seems, and the whole shebang has ground to a halt.  The workers who visited us 2-3 days a week at 8:15 a.m. for the last 4 months don't come around anymore.  From what I've heard, that "2-3 days a week" was part of the problem.  As was the 4 months.  Anywho, we have a couple weeks of calm and quiet before things ramp up again with some new workers.  Much of our beloved cocoon (that has graced all of our family photos over recent months is gone now.  The Dark Side isn't so dark anymore - we'll call it dim. Here's a little recap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.A.R.T. - Peri Area Rapid Transit

I like me some multi-modal transporatation.  Yes, I do.  Here I am explaining to my folks our local transportation map.  It's obvious that they don't know how to read a map on their own.  How hard can that be?  I mean, honestly.  You have your busses, your trains, your tunnels, and of course, your libraries.  Maybe they can't read this map because it's actually not a map at all - it's last week's Children's Hospital cafeteria menu.

 

 

The Importance of Being Ernie

Ice cream is important. We're all familiar of Mama's strong opinions on the subject.  Ernie is also important. These videos depict the drama of ice cream time at the dinner table.  When Ernie is eating with us, the stakes are higher. 

 

 

Here We Don't Go

Dang.  It's been so long since I've posted anything I forgot my password.

It's exciting being a Pittsburgh girl.  I was lucky to be born in a city where the football team plays in 66% of the Super Bowls.  At least that's how it appears for those of us born in 2008.  I was fired up for this one.  Here I am singing a pre-game rendition of Here We Go Steelers with Pap Pap.

Then we did some tackling drills.

Early on, things were not looking good.

As the game wore on, I was distraught.  And worse yet, these jokers couldn't seem to care less.

Well, it's too bad we can't win 66% of the Big Ones.  But I'm cool with winning 1 out of every 3.