A Return to the 'Cavins'

Last Friday my staff showered me with gifts for Boss' Day. Considering that they have not worked for me very long, and how well they treated me on that day, either I am doing something right, or they haven't figured out how big of a jerk I really am. One of the gifts was a 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew witha picture of me in my very own pinstripes. I was also given a bag of Chocolate Overdose Cookies, (chocolate-dipped Oreos) and two dozen doughnuts. For lunch we went out to Caputo's. They're trying to fatten me up, and it's working...




During the celebration Kate called me to let me know that Pat was planning on booking the cabins at the Camperworld near the Nebo loop and asked if I wanted to take the kids. Kate couldn't join us, as she had to work her new job the next morning, but I decided to go, so we could have one last outing before the snow falls.

I arrived at the cabins to find that Pat and Drew ditched us, so it was just us and the McCartys. Being mid October, it was a bit nipply out (did I say nipple?). Fortunately Scott had plenty of wood, and we made a rip-roaring fire. As per tradition, we made Navajo Tacos for dinner and scones for dessert. And for second dessert we made s'mores. After the kids went to bed I had third dessert, which consisted of Chocolate Overdose Cookies and Mountain Dew...

Hey, Whit...your marshmallow is, uh, on fi...oh nevermind...

The next morning we cruised the Nebo loop, stopping at 'Mini-Bryce Canyon', and stopping on the pass to get some pics of Nebo and the changing leaves. It was a short trip, but I am glad we went.


I think the kids had a little too much sugar on the trip, though. Saturday night the Tooth Fairy killed three birds with one stone at our house, when Patrick, Samantha and Bean all lost teeth in the same day. For Bean it was her first.

Yankee Doodles

Kate sent me a text message, asking if I thought that between the two of us we could manage to coach Bean’s tee ball team. She would coach the Tuesday night games while I was at Samantha’s soccer practice (I am the assistant coach) and I would coach the Saturday afternoon games while she was at work. That night she attended the coaches team meeting, after which she sent me another text: We’re coaching the Yankees. I asked her if she coerced the director in to giving her the Bronx Bombers, or if we just happened to get assigned her favorite team. She maintains that she just took what was given her…

When I told Chas about this he quipped that our team was probably stacked with all of the prima donnas in the league. By the end of the season I was ready to agree.

The season only lasted five weeks, and yesterday was the last game. This means, of course, that Lauren got another trophy. She set up a table in her room and placed her collection on it. ‘It’s my trophy case.’ She explained. ‘And when it’s full I will be the champion.’ To which I replied ‘You’ll always be a champion in my book, Bean.’

Photobombed!

Recently we attended St. Mark's Hospital's end of summer party. The event had a western theme. Patrick and I took a break from riding the mechanical bull to get our pictures taken with John Wayne. P-Man got his picture done first, and you will not be shocked to note that he wasn't wearing any shoes. He didn't take them off to add to the authenticity of the photo. He didn't bring them.

Next, I stepped in to get a pic with him. Last week when Kate picked up the copies of the picture, we were surprised to find that someone else was featured in our photo...

We have no idea who she is, but I'm sure we didn't get her 'good' side.

This photobomber picture reminded me of another picture of me with my son that featured an unexpected guest...