Wordless Wednesday – Our Summer Vacation

So I know this is supposed to be wordless and all that, but I had to say a couple things! We had the most amazing vacation… I wish we were still there. We went to Traverse City, Michigan… I had no idea such places existed in this part of the country! Take a look…

The view was amazing.

Kate loved to walk down the dock...

Jump off...

And run back.

They played in the sand for hours.

They had sand everywhere.

Sam made a baseball.

We ate lots of ice cream...

And made smores on the beach each night.

Evenings were our favorite.

Of course, we loved going out to eat for dinner!

My boys had fun.

A highlight of the trip was visiting Sleeping Bear Dunes.

Kate climbed, and climbed, and climbed.

While we were there, she practiced for her senior pictures.

So cute together... for the three minutes Sam stayed in their bed.

Ah, bliss.

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The Origins of the Italian Tuxedo

This is my brother, Andy.

Perhaps you may remember him from my stories of the torture I experienced at his hands as a child, or from the fact that I keep him well-stocked with Charmin and lady deodorant.

I keep telling him, he is getting pretty famous among the two of you my many readers.

I just returned from a family vacation at my parent’s house in Virginia, where I spent the week with Bobby and the kids, my folks, and my brother Andy, his lovely wife of 15 years, Sarah, and their four kiddos.  It was, as expected, great fun.  Partly because when my family is together, we never cease to crack each other up.  And we actually enjoy being together!

But back to Andy.

On this trip, I saw something I had never seen before, a sight that was both humorous and slightly perplexing: my brother Andy wearing a “wife-beater” t-shirt.  Or, as he calls it, his “Italian Tuxedo”.  Now, we are not Italian in the least (we are actually mostly BRIAR), but the men in my family are pretty darn hairy (not on their heads, of course, but everywhere else, right, Uncle Paul?), so Andy looks like he could be Italian crossed with Greek crossed with BEAR.  Dude has got body hair.  As a matter of fact, two of his three-year-old “Cubbies” in his Awana class at church have commented on his outstanding fuzziness, one telling him he looked like a monkey, and the other rubbing his arm and saying very generously, “Mr. Brads, I like your fur!”

Out of the mouths of babes.

But I digress.

I had no idea my brother was a fan of the genre of the wife-beater, and one late night last week we got to discussing how and when he had come to love those paper-thin tees that so nicely showcase his voluminous body hair.  He thought about it for a second and said: “I know when I started wearing them.  It was when I got my “Concealed Carry” license and I needed something to cover my gun, so I started wearing the wife-beaters underneath my t-shirts so I could tuck my holster in my pants and then my t-shirt would cover my gun.”

Well. Makes sense, right?

After I finished laughing, crying, and gasping for breath, I came up for air and said, “Wait a minute.  Let me get this straight.  You started wearing wife-beaters so it would be more comfortable for you to carry around your GUN?”

“Well, yeah.”

I love my hairy, gun-toting, school-teaching, lady deodorant-wearing brother. And you really can’t argue with that logic in regards to his donning of the Italian Tuxedo.  I mean, really, you can’t have your holster chafing against your skin when you’re packing. Everyone knows that!

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Exploring St. Louis

We travel to St. Louis at least twice a year to visit Andy’s grandpa – once right after Christmas and then again on the fourth of July, which is his birthday. I think Kate has been there 15 or 16 times in her six years of life! So during all these trips, we’ve had a lot of opportunities to see what the city has to offer.

It is a fantastic place for families. Admission is free (yes, free) at the St. Louis Zoo, the Science Center, Grant’s Farm and the Budweiser Brewery tour (which is oddly very interesting, even for a non-beer drinker like me). Other must-sees on our list include the Magic House, the Butterfly House, and the Gateway Arch (which I enjoy viewing with two feet planted firmly on the ground. No way am I going up in that thing!).

Of course, we always catch a Cards game.

This past weekend, we went to the City Museum. It’s been on our “to-do” list for a long time, but Andy went there with a friend a few months ago, and loved it so much that he couldn’t wait to take us all there.

It was amazing.

Here’s an excerpt from their website:
Housed in the 600,000 square-foot former International Shoe Company, the museum is an eclectic mixture of children’s playground, funhouse, surrealistic pavilion, and architectural marvel made out of unique, found objects. The brainchild of internationally acclaimed artist Bob Cassilly, a classically trained sculptor and serial entrepreneur, the museum opened for visitors in 1997 to the riotous approval of young and old alike.

Cassilly and his longtime crew of 20 artisans have constructed the museum from the very stuff of the city; and, as a result, it has urban roots deeper than any other institutions’. Reaching no farther than municipal borders for its reclaimed building materials, CITY MUSEUM boasts features such as old chimneys, salvaged bridges, construction cranes, miles of tile, and even two abandoned planes!

“CITY MUSEUM makes you want to know,” says Cassilly. “The point is not to learn every fact, but to say, ‘Wow, that’s wonderful.’ And if it’s wonderful, it’s worth preserving.”

It is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen in my life. There is so much to see and do – it’s a seemingly endless maze of caves, tunnels and slides. I can’t do it justice trying to describe it, so here are some pictures!

Sammy had a ball in Toddler Town

The Monster Slide was awesome – it’s about three stories tall. Here’s Kate coming down for the 10th time!

We could hardly get Sammy out of the ball pit!

There’s an outside area that has millions of catwalks and slides and all kinds of craziness…

Photo by MHowry on Flickr

Here’s Kate inside an airplane from the last picture.

See this? I crawled through it! Me! I am soooo afraid of heights… but apparently my daughter isn’t. She started through it and I had no choice but to follow!

Photo by Landschaft on Flickr

It was so. much. fun. I want to go back today. I’m certain it will be a stop on every trip we take to STL from this point forward. It was just amazing.

But here’s the real reason we went to St. Louis – for Kate to hang out with her great-grandpa on his 101st birthday.

I’m linking this to Fun Mom Friday at Please Pass the Salt. Check it out to see what fun things everyone did with their kids this week!

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