Friday, August 26, 2011

Photo Journal of our "Vacation" in Asheville, NC

The reason Vacation is in quotations is that the word Vacation usually conjures up feelings of peace, relaxation, getaways from the daily grind and lots of food and booze. The following is a list of reasons why our recent trip to Asheville was, in fact, none of those things.

1. We chose a destination 10 hours away. We have a 16 month old child who has more energy then the Brazil soccer team on speed, and does not fancy 10 hours strapped in her luxurious Britax rear-facing car seat. Add to that one 8 month pregnant woman who needs to urinate after thinking about taking a drink of water and that 10 hour car ride gets looooonger.


2. We stopped halfway to stay the nite at a Howard Johnson, because we are a poor grad student family and we decided to save our money for more important things- like the Klondike bar I suddenly developed a craving for every time we stopped at a gas station. HoJo's are generally a safe bet- they are basic but clean. Unfortunately, a spider had the same feelings and enjoyed his continental breakfast in the middle of the night on the back of my right leg- earning him the nickname "the MoFo at the HoJo".

 Pursy very faithfully performed her morning chores at the HoJo... she put the laundry in the "hamper"
 3. Finally in North Carolina, we had a fantastic time at a cabin with some of our dearest friends, Russ and Amy St John. These crazy kids have 4 biological babes and adopted Mae and Binyam from Ethiopia almost 1 1/2 years ago. For those of you adding it up, that is 6 St.John children and 1 Martsolf tornado babe. Has anyone stopped judging me for saying our vacation wasn't relaxing and peaceful??

Reid reading to Pursy..
 The big boys cooked breakfast every morning- Russ is a chaplain in the Navy and has to look like Captain Morgan in any photo. I think it comes with the job.
 Amy reading to Pursy...
 Jack being...Jack.
 Dada reading to Pursy...
 Belle reading to Pursy...
 The view from the back porch. Amy and I kept sneaking out here to have our perfect moment with the mountains, porch swing and coffee but the babes always found us...
 Or husbands found us..
 But mostly the babes just like being around their Mamas.
 These girls have the same Mom. Why do you ask?
 Pursy LOVED Mae...
 Pursy and Mama before Brett almost rocked us off the porch...
 If no one has noticed the theme, Pursy talked everyone in the house to reading to her...
 We finally resorted to this...
 Hot dogs and smores over an open flame...
 Jack's take on the family photo. He was not a huge fan of Grant and was not very subtle about it...
 This is what our family would look like if we had two 4 year old boys...
 I was just desperately praying I would not fall off the log and roll down the hill. Grant kept calling me Humpty Dumpty. I would have been mad, but saw the similarities...
 Dada was a bigger fan of Pursy staying away from the fire pit then Pursy was..
 What could be more right then a kid with a hot dog??
 Amy's post-run fuel..

4. Our trip home Grant was obsessed with finding legit southern BBQ. We did a very scary U-turn to come back to this place... and it was so worth it.


 Purslane is a big fan of the "parfait" style of eating. This bite is actually a piece of smoked BBQ chicken on a bed of applesauce nestled over a goldfish.

It was actually a fantastic weekend, and what Grant and I realized is that our days of the luxurious sleep until whenever, transition from coffee to beer sometime around noon, leisurely browse through whatever shops we want, read entire books in one day vacation is over for us. We are a family with kids and we vacation with families with kids. And once you embrace the crazy, it is actually fun to be awakened by two small children not your own coming into your room and asking you when breakfast is ready. I was thankful every morning that Russ has the spiritual gift of making coffee in less then 3 minutes, and having 6 pairs of legs to run after Pursy for a few days was actually, quite.... luxurious.



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