Kent Family Walks on Water

I've always wanted to do this! We had a bit of a storm surge (even though the sky was blue) giving us a really high tide that swept about 3 inches over the dock. So we pulled out the camera to capture the moment. The rest of the weekend was pretty cold and drizzly but that didn't stop soccer and baseball on Saturday. Noah didn't quite match his 11 pitch closing effort from the midweek game but got his first pitching start. Emma and I suffered our first soccer defeat in two seasons. And Roland finally broke through the Air Conditioning Supply Cartel to procure those elusive "wide-radius copper elbows" (so jealously guarded by the industry) to finish the 3rd floor a/c re-installation. Only six days left in the Primary program countdown!

Pictures from weekend trip

Roland and I got to take a fun little trip to the "Mountains" of western Virginia. Okay, so they weren't huge mountains, but Roland still killed me on the bike climbing all of the many rolling hills. With the exception of the (quite honestly, terrifying) streets of Harrisonburg (home of James Madison University) the 6 hour bike ride took us through some beautiful countryside. My chain broke right at the bottom of our last major assent (darn it:). So I had to sit out the last 5 miles of the 50 miler. I'm sure Roland will want it noted that it did not, in fact, take 6 hours to do the 50 miles--we stopped for lunch, the obligatory visit to the local bike shop, and got lost numerous times on the streets of Harrisonburg thanks to Roland's latest bike-mounted GPS:) It was a fun trip. Thanks to Deanna for taking care of the folks at home.

Emma Parts with her Tonsils & Adnoids

4:00 am comes early.  I always knew that it did, but I gained some renewed appreciation for Roland's ridiculous hours this morning as the alarm went off and Emma and I rolled out of bed and on to the hospital for her surgery this morning.  Emma had been anticipating this day for weeks, frequently telling complete strangers of the various problems her tonsils had caused and that they would soon cease to be a problem.  We met another little girl in the pediatric pre-op room who was, amazingly, even perkier than Emma at 5:30 am.  They became fast friends and played with the Bratz horses the little girl's mom had just given her as a special treat for the day.  They were very cute and chatty about the procedures they would be having that day until an older woman with a clip board came and collected the group of hospital gowned victims and marched them en mass through the halls of the 3rd floor to the surgery holding area.   It was sad to hear the same two little girls about two hours later, just a curtain apart, moaning in agony as the anesthesia wore off and the reality of surgical pain set in.  Poor little Emma, I'm afraid, was not expecting to have so much pain.  And the promises of endless popsicles and ice cream are not quite the prize she had imagined . . .  Anyway, she was pretty funny before the surgery "Can we ask the doctor to put the tonsils in a jar?  Because, I will miss them."