Monday, April 27, 2015

Spring Break 2015

Spring Break this year coincided with my nephew's 8th birthday. Since 8 marks the age when most Mormon children get baptized, the majority of my family descended on Virginia to celebrate James' birthday and his baptism. Zara, Adelaide and I drove up to Newport News on Monday, April 6th. (David stayed behind to work. He's saving up his vacation days for the baby's arrival and a hopeful Christmas vacation in California.) My mom flew in from California on Monday to watch the kids since Cassy and James went on a mini-trip to Boston. My brother and his wife and daughter drove down from New Jersey on Thursday and my dad flew in from California the same day. Several of my brother in law's family came for the weekend as well so it was a full party. 

We spent the week playing with cousins and generally having a good time. We visited the Mariner's Museum in Newport News where we learned all about ships. (Sort of.) We played in the backyard in the dirt and at Chick-fil-A. We had a big picnic at a park that overlooks the James River and a big birthday dinner for James. And on Saturday morning, James was baptized. 

I wanted to get home on Saturday so I could have Sunday to recover from the long drive, but we didn't get on the road until 11:30. Luckily, my mom made this half of the drive with me which was a huge help since Adelaide decided she hated the car on this trip (my girls are thankfully good travelers in general) and we had a little throw up to contend with. 

Still, we all made it back alive and enjoyed our trip immensely. Now for a ton of photos. 

At the Mariner's Museum




Zara and her cousin Anna in matching dresses at James' baptism

The picnic at the park

The grandparents



The birthday boy

Star Wars cupcakes made by my brother Jason and his wife Elisa

Adelaide LOVED this balloon


She stole this cupcake from somewhere. I'm still not sure from whom.

A Crack in the Windshield

Nearly two years ago on our cross country drive from Utah to Virginia, the very corner of our windshield was hit by a rock. It must have happened somewhere in eastern Utah or Colorado, but it rained through most of the drive that day and so we never noticed the small chip. But when we woke up the next morning to start the next leg of our long, long journey, a small crack had begun to spread up the passenger side of the windshield. 


By the time we got to Virginia, the crack had spread up the passenger side of the windshield in a small arch but it stayed that way for some time. It didn't bother us since it only obscured the passenger side. (I know you can't really see the crack very well from the picture above.)


Not having the money to repair the windshield right away, we left it as it was. A few months later, however, I was driving on a rainy day and a huge splat of rain fell right on the crack on my windshield and immediately caused the crack to spread even further, until it stretched right through the middle of the driver's view. 

It was low enough on the windshield that it didn't completely obscure the view and so we kept driving with a cracked windshield. I forgot it was even there. And even when we did have the money to fix it, I kept putting it off for one reason or another. 


We had earmarked some of our tax return to replace the rear shocks of my car (which were in desperate need of fixing) and I finally inquired about having my windshield replaced at the same time. When I was finally connected to the glass guys at the dealership, they said they'd come to my house, it would take an hour to replace it, and it cost way less than I expected. 

Now I feel a little foolish that I waited so long. I'm so happy to have a crack-free windshield once again. (Just in time to sell my car and buy a mini-van. Oh yay.)