So much to report today. Andy and family went on a whale watch. Despite a dose of dramamine, Andy was violently ill and in bed for the rest of the afternoon while Tisha took the kids to the beach.
The shippers finally arrived at 4:00 to pack our belongings for the trip to Eton. All our winter clothes, coats, boots, some of Bill's paintings, a few dishes, our colorful forks, some family photos and our mini ironing board are currently packed in cardboard heading for Logan.
We ended the day with a bbq. Friends, family and neighbors all gathered for a cook out, a fire, drinks, laughter and tears (with 6 six kids in the yard, tears were inevitable). Andy even made it out of bed with a appetite. We dipped into Bret's cord of wood to get a roaring fire going for smores.
Grampa Bill can't get enough of these little guys.
Neither can "Cousin Zoe"
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Important to note that the kids DID see a whale (I saw only the insides of my eyelids) which makes all illness worth it in the spirit of parental sacrifice. And I did chow down at the cookout 4 hours later. Andy
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