3/22/2005 01:34:00 PM|||Amy|||The weekend went well. There wasn't any conflict, or weirdness - the only real episode happened after I drank a quart of water and two cups of coffee and Hunter's mom was tying up the bathroom while drying her hair. As soon as she came out, I ran in and then everything was okay. This hotel wasn't the kind that had extra potties in public places, but it did have an indoor pool. If I had used the pool, I wouldn't have been the first. On the afternoon we arrived, we were both amused and irritated to find that the pool was closed until late in the evening because someone "left some matter behind them." We took Bear and Hunter to a small zoo which has a collection of giraffes, lions, bobcats, pelicans, snow geese and tarantulas. The boys seemed mostly like they were playing "the bored explorer on safari." Or maybe that was just me. Anyway, Hunter's mom called yesterday to say that she and Hunter enjoyed it, and we should do it again.

When Bear and I got home on Sunday, the kids and I headed out to the cemetary. Whenever Winston would get too close to the street, Monkey would cry out 'CARE-LINE' and run for her to keep her from tipping over the curve into the path of thankfully, absolutely no traffic. I went to the cemetary again yesterday after work. It was the 3 month mark, and it seemed to me that even though she doesn't probably care, that my mother would appreciate it if we went out there on days such as that. So, I bought her a bunch of sunflowers and stuck them in a hole my father dug at the top of her grave with a tire jack. 2 and a half months ago, the kids and I left a single rose on each of the graves occupied by my mother's parents and her grandfather. I was stunned to see that the roses are still there. They hadn't blown away, but just became really dry. If you didn't know what they were, you would think they were just sticks.|||111152114597040255|||