Road Trippin'

The Family Vacay, Clark Griswold Style

My apologies for not blogging for a while, life has been busy in Diaper City.  We have a short summer to pack in all of the vacations and such, and it seems like we are on the road pretty much every weekend. 

The kids are not the road trip superstars they once were.  Usually the first ten minutes are a little loud before they get settled in and get comfortable, then you get approximately seven minutes of silence.  Right around that fifteen minute mark, one of the kids (usually Declan) loses his shit and lets you know what's what.  After about half an hour you find yourself just kind of despondently looking out the windshield, wondering what you were thinking when you loaded three babies into a car in the first place.  Two or three hours later, the kids recieve the telepathic road report that they are five minutes from wherever you are going, and drift off to peaceful sleep.  You look at that sweet little face and wonder how one minute they can sound like a tweaking meth head with his nuts on fire, and then look like someone sedated the Pampers baby the next.

We loaded up the Pooklings, Grandparents, Aunt Julie and the Godfather for a daytrip to Waterton a few weeks ago (kids went batshit in the car both ways), and came across this bear and her cubs.

The bears are a fair ways away, but if you closely you will see that it is a mama and three cubs.  That's right, triplets.  I wanted to run out there and tell her that she must have her hands full, but she probably would have mauled my ass to death for pointing out the blatantly obvious.  I think the next time a total stranger asks Pookie what fertility drugs she took she should go all grizzly on them and just tell the cops that they got between her and the cubs.  If O.J got off scot free, it should work for sure.

We also took our first family vacation this summer.  We took the scream machine down to Whitefish Montana for a week of non-rest and non-relaxation, and had a great time.  Rocky the Retriever even got to make the trip, bringing his love of crapping in other people's yards to an international level.  Way to go fella.

A few pics.

The family, minus Rocky who doesn't listen and won't sit still for a picture.  This was in the backyard at the house we rented.

Uncle Kevin saying hello to Stella Bella.  Notice the puke rag on the shoulder.

Stella rolling around on the deck.  Our little girl is very mobile, and is starting to get into things.  Already, a handful.

Rocky hanging out Stella in the shade.  Stella is trying to find a way to get close enough to yank on his tail.  Only one of them likes this game.

The back deck in Whitehish.  We brought the baby mats.

Declan after I described what the food is like at Arby's.

Declan and his Great Grandma Elva, having a whale of a time.

Chilling.

Teeth!  Pookie should be working at National Geographic, she snapped this picture of Declan's chompers a couple days ago.  Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of a kid's teeth?  Very hard, that's how hard.

Dad and Reid hanging out in the park on the way to Whitefish.  That puke stain on my shirt never did come out.



Reid in the jump jump.  He hasn't learned to read or write so well, but plays a jump jump like he's ringing a bell.  Notice how he leans back for leverage.  Child prodigy I says.

Pookie and Reid taking a self portrait.  She's probably whipping up a batch of baby food with her feet, this woman can multi-task.

If you happen to be at the Pincher Creek Rodeo, keep and eye out for Pookie and I, it's someone's ten year high school reunion!  If you happen to be in the rodeo, wear a helmet.


PJ