Monday, July 6, 2009

The magic kingdom!

Happy Birthday Levi and Noah!

We're going to Disneyland!

The boys, my mom and I headed out to CA on Thursday morning, bound for Disneyland. Nothing, not even a 4mm kidney stone, was going to keep me from missing this big day.

We arrived around 4 in the afternoon and were thankful to be out of the van and at our hotel. This super cool cart was only good for a climbing apparatus since we were located on the second floor and there were no elevators. My poor super strong mother had to haul all our paraphernalia up to our room since I was not allowed to lift anything over ten pounds.


I think Levi was trying to fish money out of the fountain. We could have used that money later in the day when I had to pay a guy twenty bucks to jump start the minivan after we had apprently left the dome lights on all night. Ooops!


Mom and I decided to take the boys swimming to wear them out for an early bed time. The water was freezing, but they didn't seem to mind.


The next morning we got up early, had our free breakfast at the hotel and headed over to Disneyland. The boys (and mom and I) were so excited. This was my first trip to Disneyland, the boys first, and my mom's first time back since she was five! What a giddy group we made!

Anticipating the very first ride of the day.


And we are off!


There go Grandma and Levi!


The boys had their hearts set on the Buzz Lightyear ride after seeing it on the Disney promo DVD. We walked right on to the ride after getting off the rockets and began shooting away. By the time it ended they were both terrified, declaring it was too noisy and too scary.


So we headed for Dumbo.
Grandma is all smiles here, but she was pretty dizzy after the ride, claiming she hadn't spun around like that in fifty-five years.


After consulting the maps (as we had to do after getting off each ride) we headed off for more kiddie rides.


This time we could not convince Grandma to ride in the tea cups with us.


This next picture was taken just for Jason. He was sure that the 3rd of July would be a crazy busy day full of long lines of sweaty tourists. I zoomed in to make it look crowded for him. It really was a beautiful day. The lines weren't bad in the morning and the weather was beautiful. WAY cooler than AZ.


I was so proud of my two monkeys. They never once fussed, whined, or complained while waiting in line. It may have been because they were constantly eating gold fish crackers, carrot sticks, fruit snacks, dried apples, or gogurts while waiting, but I would like to believe it was because now, at age 4, they are much more civilized.


Pirate's Lair on Tom Sawyer's Island was one the boys favorite places. They would have stayed for hours more if they had had the energy to do so. I have no pictures of them in and out of the caves since mom and I were frantically following them (usually in opposite directions) through the dark narrow passages. Noah kept telling me how mysterious it was.


Jason told me later that Pirate's Island was his favorite thing at Disneyland too as a kid.
I can't imagine why?!


Finally we convinced them it was time to leave the Island and the park for a bit. They protested that they were NOT at all sleepy and that we should just stay. Mom and I disagreed and headed back to our hotel. The boys were out cold before we even made it back to the front of Disneyland.


After a good three hour nap, we had dinner and headed back to Disneyland to catch the special 4th of July firework show. This was the first year Levi wasn't crying in terror. I guess chewing on your coat sleeve is a major improvement.


Then, after having delcared it was way too scary in the morning, Noah began begging to ride Buzz Lightyear again. So off we went for one more round of shooting. This time they both had fun and declared it was their favorite ride and they were the winners. Little did they know that their momma out scored them all. :)


Finally the last ride of the night. At around 11:45pm we rode the Winnie the Pooh ride, twice. No lines for the kiddie rides after 11. I guess all the responsible parents have their children tucked safely in bed by then. Not us! The park wasn't closed yet, we had rides to ride!


Levi was watching out for Heffalumps and Woozles.


And here we are leaving Disneyland at midnight!


It was a special birthday to remember! Thanks Grandma for coming with us. Thanks for carrying all the bags, pushing the big stroller, and carrying sleepy boys up to bed. We had a great time and are so thankful we could share it with you!


Do those boys look sleepy? Oh no! They stayed awake the entire walk back to our hotel. They were bouncing around our room until 12:45 when the lights went out and mommy and grandma feel asleep. I am pretty sure that no one moved a muscle all night. We had had a long, exhausting, exciting, wondeful, magical day!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Waterslide Sunday (Dual Edition)

In an effort to see just how much water and electricity we could use in one day, we fired up both waterslides for waterslide Sunday today...






Levi the daredevil, launching himself off the top of the slide...

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Fireworks (and an "adventure" in the back of the car)

The rest of the fam rolled in today from their adventure in California. Levi and Noah seemed to not be too worn out from their adventure, so I decided to take them out to see the fireworks.

Paige and her mom decided to go to bed early. Party poopers...

So we loaded some chairs into the back of my car, and headed over to the EVBC parking lot. Our church is close enough to the Gilbert fireworks that it makes a good viewing location. We found a spot up on the hill and set up our chairs.



Levi and Noah were so excited they couldn't sit still. Noah kept asking how long until the fireworks "arrived."

"30 minutes" I would say.

"Dad, what comes before 30?"

"Ummmmm, 20?"

"Yeah, 20! Dad, tell me when it is 20 minutes 'till the fireworks arrive!"

To pass the time, Levi and Noah wanted to take pictures of them making silly faces. So we did...


Not two minutes before the fireworks start, Levi says to me...

"Dad, I have to go poopy!"

Ummmmmm, not good. We are in the parking lot of church, which is not open. So there are no bathrooms anywhere near. If we have to go find one, we might as well leave, because we will miss the whole show.

"Buddy, can you hold until fireworks are done?"

"Wellllllll, I guess so..."

The show commences. We have a great viewing spot...


About 15 minutes into the show...

Levi: "Dad! I have to go poopy now! Really really badly!"

He is doing the infamous "gotta go right now" dance...

Ummmm, not good. If I don't find this kid a potty, he'll be setting off his own stinky little fireworks. Implementing my very best MacGyver skills, I realize I have the plastic grocery bag we carried our water bottles in, and a roll of paper towels in my car. So I grab Levi, Noah, and the camera (leaving our chairs) and make a beeline for my car. I toss Levi and Noah into the cargo area, climb in, and slam the hatch. I flip on the dome light, spead the plastic bag on the floor, and man the paper towels.

Mission successful!

Minutes later, we are making a beeline back to our chairs so we don't miss the rest of the show...



About 5 minutes later...

Levi: "Dad! I have to go poopy again! Really really really badly!"

He is wiggling like crazy this time, legs clamped tightly together.

Back to the car we go. This time I don't bother actually getting myself in the trunk. I just kind of half close it behind me.

Mission accomplished, part two.

Levi assures me that this time he is all finished (although this is the same thing he said the first time...)

We make it back to our chairs, about halfway through the grand finale...


We all loaded into one very very stinky car, and headed home.

We got to see some cool fireworks.

We avoided any personal explosions of our own.

A successful day at the Addinks... ;)

Friday, July 3, 2009

O'er the land of the free!

In celebration of Independence Day. These girls can sing! Absolutely amazing...




Cleaner audio on this one (skip to 0:37), but I think I still like the first one better...



If that doesn’t send a chill up your spine and make your neck hair tingle, well… you just aren’t American.

Or as my friend Jonathan would say (with his best redneck accent)… "Yer just not ‘merican"

They also, apparently, can sing the pants off The Battle Hymn of the Republic



Major pet peeve alert… like everyone else on the planet, they do blow the last verse. It drives me nuts when people change the words of the last verse of the Battle Hymn. Nearly everyone changes the line to “as He died to make men holy, let us live to make me free…” Now think about that for a second. Written by Julia Ward Howe, in 1861, as an abolitionist’s hymn. Popularized during the Civil War. In a few years, thousands of ‘mericans would have soaked the earth of fields across the nation with their blood… to die to make men free.

Dying so that 150 some odd years later, all Americans can celebrate the founding of this country as a place "dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal." Dying for this country, as men have been doing for 233 years, so "that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government: of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth"



Yeah, yeah, I know… it's not the Civil War anymore, we aren’t dying to make men free, “living” to make men free makes it more of a “churchy” song, blah, blah, blah…

It’s a BATTLE hymn, for Pete’s sake! Sing it like one!!!

I’ve told Paige multiple times, I have only one request for my funeral. Sing Amazing Grace, and sing The Battle Hymn of the Republic (ok, ok, so that’s technically two.) Sing them loud! Sing them well! Of course, like anyone who grew up in the CRC… you sing all the verses. And for my sake… sing the right words!

Just for reference, as originally published in the Atlantic Monthly in 1862...



Oh, and for Amazing Grace… bagpipes would be awesome! (So it’s three requests. And no, I’m not Scottish.)



Oh, and while we're on pet peeves, a minor one... it should be Independence Day, not 4th of July. Calling it the 4th is like celebrating the 25th of December instead of Christmas!

So have a great Independence Day!

This is a little hard for me to believe...

How on earth did the last 4 years go by that quickly?

From this...









To this...



(bonus points for anyone who can correctly identify Levi and Noah in each pic.)

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Paige heard about Disneyland offering free admission on your birthday. Having never been to Disneyland, she was immediately scheming a way to get out there. When she told me her plan, I think my response went something like "Disneyland + holiday weekend + 100,000 other sweaty exhausted tourists = me not getting anywhere near the place." Luckily her mom was coming out anyways to help drive back to Michigan for the summer, so she got suckered into going.

Then the whole kidney stone thing occurred. I think Paige was more worried about missing Disneyland than passing the stone. At one point, when the mere possibility of canceling the trip was brought up, her response was that she was taking Levi and Noah there, even if she was puking over the side of her wheelchair. I married a stubborn one! ;)

So they are all at Disney today, having a great time. The boys like Tom Sawyer's Island the best so far, because it truly is the best part of Disneyland, especially for little boys.

Happy Birthday Levi and Noah!

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No Levi and Noah post would be complete without some of the funny things they say.

A few nights ago, I discovered Levi sitting on the bathroom counter, sink full to the rim, dropping various objects into the water. After watching him quietly for a minute, I said:

"What'cha doin' buddy?"

Levi, after nearly jumping out of his skin: "Welllllllll, I'm just 'spear-a-mint-in to see which things can swim. I mean... float!"

I was chuckling too much to really be mad at him for covering the bathroom in water during his 'spear-a-mint-in.

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The night before leaving for Disney, Noah did not want to go to bed. He sat at the bottom of the stairs pitching a fit. As he was finally climbing the stairs, wailing about the injustice of having to go actually rest, Paige said:

"If you don't get in bed, you will be too tired tomorrow, and I will have to go to Disney with just Grandma!"

Noah replied: "That's ridiculous mom. That's ridiculous"

He did have a point. Like Paige was really going to leave him behind for Disney, no matter what he did... :)

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While wandering around Tom Sawyer's Island today, Noah found everything "mysterious."

"There something mysterious about this cave mom!"

"That is very mysterious Grandma!"


Funny little duffers...

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

And the walls came tumblin' down

7:00 AM: Get to work early, so I can leave early to fly to South Dakota with Ella.

9:30 AM: Get a panicked call from Paige in the parking lot of Walmart, saying she has another kidney stone, and can't drive anywhere.

9:37 AM: I arrive in the Walmart parking lot, having shaved approximately 5 minutes off my previous "drive home" record time.

9:45 AM: Back the direction I came from, we arrive at the ER with three boys in tow.

Couldn't keep track of the exact time: I wait while Paige gets checked in at the ER, then drive the kids to our friend's house (thanks Denese and Eric!), then drive back to Walmart to swap cars, then home to pack all the luggage in the car, then to another friend's house (thanks Dilcia!) to pick up Ella, who was at VBS, then back to the hospital to say goodbye to Paige, my mom having now arrived at the hospital (thanks mom!), then off to the airport to catch our flight to South Dakota.

And yes, I felt like a lousy husband for leaving my wife in the hospital, but she told me to get Ella to South Dakota, no matter what.

1:30 PM: Arrive at the airport. Check in, find out the plane is delayed, so we leave for Target to pick out a coloring book (for Ella, not me.)

2:30 PM: Arrive back at the airport, head through security.

2:35 PM: Get paged on the overhead speakers back to the ticket counter. Apparently my pepper spray is giving the baggage screeners a coronary. Explain that it does indeed lock, and I have flown with it multiple times. They finally let it pass.

2:36 PM: Realize that in the five minutes since I went through security last, I lost our boarding passes. Crud. Get a new boarding pass printed.

2:40 PM: Back through security...

Sometime in here: Paige calls to let me know that she was discharged from the ER, with pain meds, and is headed to pick up the boys and go home, with the help of my mom.

Now I don't feel like such a lousy husband, since Paige seems to have passed the stone and is headed home.

5:30 PM: We finally take off, 2 hours late.

10:00-ish PM (SD Time): We land. First message on my phone is from Paige... "Back in ER"

Crud...

After that eventful start to the trip, it was a little hard to relax. But Ella and I tried to enjoy ourselves. The purpose of the trip was two-fold. To get Ella to Grandpa, so she could ride back with him to Michigan. And to shoot down a silo.

That's right. Shoot. Down. A silo.

(the one on the left)


Hooked the top of the silo to a cable, and the cable to a dozer, just for a little extra assurance...


We cut a few of the steel bands so there was a nice crumple zone...


Paige's grandpa took a whack at it with the sledgehammer. We then proceeded to hammer out about a quarter of the blocks around the diameter on the side we wanted it to fall towards...


Took a short break for a traditional Meyer game of marbles...


Then the fun began. There were three of us with rifles and shotguns. Three or four rifle shots, or two shotgun slugs would generally take out one block. We just kept firing, and worked our way around. After the last shot, gave it a little tug with the dozer, and that put it over the edge (skip to 1:09 if you just want to see it fall)...


All that is left is a pile of rubble...


The next day we were off to the family reunion. Ella and her three second cousins provided plenty of entertainment. Given that there was an American Legion display on the wall, the girls thought it was fun to march around the room...


And salute...


We took a break at the Volga city park...


And then settled in for a movie...


The four second cousins spent the majority of their time at the farm chasing around this kitten. That poor little thing will probably be terrified of little blonde girls for the rest of it's life. Although it did come and find them every time it heard them outdoors...


I think Ella is trying to convince Grandpa to bring it home with them. She just might succeed.

Finally, a picture of Ella with her great-grandpa Meyer...


I left a very sad little Ella with Grandpa (ok, ok, I was a little teary eyed too) to play on the farm a few more days and then road trip to Michigan. I headed home with Paige's mom (who moved her flight up a few days.)

Back in Phoenix, my mom had watched our kids all weekend, while Paige was in the hospital trying to figure out what to do about the kidney stone, with her friends from church taking care of her and assuring me that I should stay in South Dakota and try to relax. Paige didn't get out of the hospital until just before we got home on Sunday.

Other than a kidney stone or two... a great little trip!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The "something" we are just doing...

You might want to check out the top banner for a “minor” announcement. No details yet, as we are still in the application phase. We’ll post more later. But you should get the general idea… ;)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day

from Mark Driscoll (link to a free e-book...)

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Walk this way

The rock version...


The hillbilly version (yes, I actually own this CD...)

Friday, June 19, 2009

The luchadores!

Seriously, what do you do when your kids want to wrestle with you, and the three little maniacs come charging at you looking like this?



I could barely defend myself, I was laughing so hard...
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