Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!

Upon the very first second of meeting Marcia at the airport curb, I could tell she was exactly like she seems in the videos—warm, welcoming, gracious (and I could go on and on with descriptors)—and we immediately started gabbing like old friends. We went to Bistro 31 in Dallas (where I had a mouth-watering spaghetti carbonara with scallops). It wasn’t until about 10 minutes in that I quick checked my email (while Marcia was in the restroom!) and saw my mom had said “So have you met Marcia yet?!?!” I had been having so much fun with Marcia that I hadn’t even taken a picture yet. ME! Not taking a picture?! Can you believe it? So when she came back I took our first selfie!

The time flew as we talked about anything and everything. It wasn’t as nerve-wracking to eat with her as I had thought it would be, and I did take home leftovers. 🙂

Kidisms 29

We were on a walk and saw 100 dog poop!

Katie, seeing a caboose on the side of the road: There’s a train bottom!

Katie and Gramma Jean were playing hide and seek. Gramma jumped out and scared her.
Katie: Ah! You scared my feelings!

Katie, with a water bottle: I’m pretending this is dia co.
Me: What is it?
Katie: Dia co. Like daddy.
Me: You mean what daddy drinks? Diet Coke?
Katie: Ahhh! I thought it was dia co!

Owen finally gets on the swing!

Owen doesn’t have the best balance or coordination—and doesn’t really like swings—so we didn’t have much success getting him on the rope swing. Until Gramma Jean got involved while we weren’t around, apparently.

And that was it. I tried to get him on it again but he’s just a big goofball and immediately falls off. 

Darrows!

It seems like everyone and their brother told us we HAD to stop and eat at Darrows in Mackinac City—but that it was often crazy busy with long wait times. So we decided to check it out on our way back to Grayling. There were open parking spots so we lucked out with barely a five-minute wait.

They’re known for their whitefish so Tom and I split a dinner and while it was quite good, I’m not sure it would be worth a long wait. That said, we saw the pies and cakes on the way out and both got a piece—Tom got pecan and I got a peanut butter chocolate cheesecake. [We didn’t end up eating them until that night and HOLY HELL were they delicious!]