With just a few weeks left until the official kick off of summer 2010, it seemed an appropriate time to update the page. We’ve had a good spring, despite the seemingly never ending rain we’ve been saddled with. Personally, spring officially ranks third in my list of seasons; well above winter but still slightly below summer and a world away from fall. It’s one redeeming feature to me is it marks the official return of fun things, like baseball and camping and concerts. So that’s what we’ve been doing.
We had a nice Easter at Grandma LeBaige’s as per usual. The boys aren’t too old for Easter egg hunts just yet, although I have a feeling we don’t have too many more years left of them with Logan. Maybe if we stuffed the eggs with $20 bills? We also made a trip up to Higginsville to take Jim and Honey on their first official walk together at a Confederate War Memorial site. I had no idea we had Confederate War Memorial sites here in Missouri. It was kind of interesting. While it was being preserved by someone, it obviously does not garner the same level of attention a site dedicated to the winning team would have. History is written by the victors and all that I suppose.
More recently Erika and the boys and I made a trip down to Bull Shoals, AR. for our first official family camping trip of the season. We stayed at the Bull Shoals-White River state park on a primitive camp site. It’s a beautiful location, overlooking the White River just south of the Bull Shoals Lake dam. While we were there we hiked a couple trails and had a great dinner of grilled shrimp, asparagus, and corn on the cob. The second trail was probably a mistake however; it was poorly tended and severely overgrown. We all walked out covered in ticks, Jim included. It made the drive home quite interesting. I’m still avoiding getting back in the truck. Sooner or later they should just die off …
I also made the annual pilgrimage out to Liberty Memorial Park in Kansas City for Rockfest this past weekend. The concert was held earlier than usual this year and it definitely made a difference. The place was a gigantic pit of mud thanks to two weeks of rain. Normally I really enjoy Rockfest; 50,000 drunk white trash Missourians and loud music, how can you go wrong? Sadly, the cold sub 60 degree temperatures and never ending sea of mud was just too much for us. We gave up and left early. Maybe when I was younger I would have enjoyed being slathered in gook head to toe but I just wasn’t feeling it this time around.
The boys have started baseball up again, although so far the season has consisted of a handful of practices and one game. Everything else has been rained out. This rain seriously needs to stop. Both the boys are getting pretty dejected by the whole thing. Baseball is definitely not an all weather sport.
There’s a lot left to do this summer, so you’ll be hearing from me again soon. In the mean time, someone fire the weather guy; he’s cramping our style.



