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And, we’re back!

After a dismal showing last week, I was determined to return with a post a day this week. I thought I’d have tons of blog fodder thanks to the long holiday weekend spent at the lake with Mom and Dave. However, I forgot the camera. Hopefully, though, you’ll think bad photos taken with my phone are better than no photos at all…

Without further ado, here are a few shots from the weekend. Bryan and Dave hit the water early Saturday morning, and the girls were quite curious as to the contents of the livewell once they returned.

I think we were all a bit surprised to find it held a huge catfish, caught by the guy appropriately dressed in the “Fisher” t-shirt.

Liv needed a closer look…but not too close!

Even after some time in the livewell, the fish still weighed in at 7.9 pounds.

Believe it or not, this was just the start to Bryan’s luck on the lake this weekend. More to come soon. (Seriously this time!)

Gone fishin’

We spent a bit of time at the fishing hole on the farmstead last weekend. I’m not sure what Ava was expecting to find in her rented bucket, but I don’t think it was worms.

Once Bry rigged up the poles, we waited…and waited….and waited.

And waited.

I can’t say we had much luck, but it was hard to beat the weather and the view!

Olivia Fix

Overheard

Ava:  Mom, why do you call Dad “Daddy?” You should really call him “Bryan.”

Bec:  I suppose that’s true–I’ve never really thought about it. What do you prefer I call you, Bry–Bryan or Daddy?

Bry:  Stud muffin.

Bec:  Okay then.

Catch of the day

Bryan spent a bulk of his vacation fishing, which I think is a sign that I’m just that much closer to convincing him that we do indeed need a boat. In the meantime, though, he had a blast catching sunfish and bluegill off the dock with the girls. I’m not sure who decided that every fish needs a kiss before it goes back into the water, but all involved oblige.

This one goes to eleven

For the past 11 years, Bryan has written me a poem for our anniversary. Here’s an excerpt from today’s:

Another year of heaven
Way past four, five, six and seven.
This one here goes to eleven

Just try to find a card referencing Spinal Tap at Hallmark. Can’t be done!

We have been joking that the eleventh anniversary is the concrete anniversary because we have some rather costly sidewalk repairs slated for this month. I suggested carving our initials into the wet cement in commemoration, but Bryan dismissed that idea—something about diminished resale value.

Besides, the traditional gift for the eleventh is steel. Maybe we’ll spring for rebar!

Happy, happy birthday

Today is Bryan’s birthday. The girls and I kicked off the celebrations by decorating the house and making him a special breakfast (a birthday sandwich, at his request). Happy birthday, Bry—we love you!

Go, Tom, go!

We cheered for Tom as he competed in the Kansas Ironman 70.3 yesterday at Clinton Lake. He did a fantastic job, finishing strong and meeting his goal after nearly a year of training.

The swim course alone was extremely intimidating at 1.2 miles long. Tom was one of 2,000 competitors, which means a lot of flailing arms and legs in the lake. We were looking for a white swim cap–the color assigned to his heat.

There he is!

We didn’t get a great shot of Tom on the bike (he’s just too fast), but knocked off those 56 miles with relative ease. We saw him several times as the 13.1 mile run looped through the park. He said it was difficult, but he was smiling every time we caught sight of him.

Liv caught a quick nap in the shade of the finish chute while we waited. Fortunately for the athletes and spectators, the temperature was in the low 80s, instead of the mid 90s like the day before.

At the finish line with some pretty big fans.

One of the highlights of the weekend was meeting Tom’s sister Jenn (left) and seeing his sister Sarah (right) again. We had a great time getting to know them.

Seventy miles in just a few short hours–I found the whole thing incredibly inspirational. Congrats, Tom!

Appreciation fail

It’s the little things that make a big difference in a marriage. Often, they go unnoticed, but I am trying to do a better job of showing my appreciation.

Bryan hand-washes (two!) to-go cups of coffee everyday without complaint. He upgraded my cell phone plan to include unlimited texting. And, most recently, he plugged the holes on the valve boxes throughout our yard. Of all of the things he does for me, this means the most.

I have an unnatural and totally overblown fear of snakes. I KNOW it is unreasonable, the mere thought of a garter snake keeps me on the concrete for weeks. Thanks to the waterway in our backyard, we seem to have an overabundance of unwanted visitors.

After listening to me grouse pretty constantly last year, Bryan put down snake repellent. However, he put it on the perimeter of the yard, which, if you think about it, really only keeps the snakes we have IN the yard. And, do you know where the snakes in our yard love to hang out? Sprinkler system valve boxes.

So, I was thrilled to see Bryan’s creative solution. I was completely relieved . . . but only for a few moments. Now, I have no idea where those beasts are hiding.

So, while I contemplate what’s rustling the bushes over there, I’ll make good use of my new texting package. Thanks, Bry!

“Our trip to the zoo” or “Mom’s a pushover”

We ended up taking the girls to the zoo last Sunday—we had a few errands to run in Topeka, and it seemed cruel to be in such close proximity and not stop, especially after the shenanigans the day before. I’m glad we went—the rest of the town was there, too, and the weather was gorgeous. We even ran into friends!

Perhaps most notable, we saw the new mountain lion exhibit for the first time.

Olivia called to him, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” It worked!

The rainforest is also one of my favorite stops.

We found this guy roaming around . . . Bryan was certain he should have been caged, and Ava was not amused.

And, just as my dad used to visit the zoo only to make “you otter…” jokes, Bryan trotted out the favorite, “Hey, let’s go see your cousins” line once again.

All in all, Ava was right: It was a pretty good way to spend a weekend day.