Monday, November 9, 2009

The Trip to See the Dadda

Yes, Internet, we made the trip down to Columbus. It began as expected, with this:

Pumpkin Latte on the Left
Regular Coffee (light and sweet) on the Right

After a few potty breaks we made it to Ft. Benning just in time to pick up Dadda! Only, not really, but that's only because

1) they were released early. (non-military: they got off work early) I was told 11:30 and they were actually released by 9:30.
2) I didn't get the letter.

Letter? What letter? Oh, you mean I was supposed to get some letter in the mail inviting me to this lovely Family Weekend? And this letter also serves as my "Get on Post to Pick up my Hubby Pass!"

Wowie, that would have been good to know. And also, whilst I drove around looking for the Visitor's Center to get a lovely new "Visitor Pass" I came across a check point. I told the guy I didn't have an ID. Meaning, a military ID of course. And he looked at me, then at the kids in the back seat. And then at me. Kids. And so on.

Finally he asks "So if you don't have a drivers license why are you driving, especially with kids in the car. Don't you know thats illegal?"

Me: *mental head slap* Oh, well, I do have a drivers license, but not a military ID. I thought you had to have the military ID. Oh, and can you tell me how to get to the Visitors Center so I can get a Pass? I'm kinda lost.

Him: Yeah, I can tell.

Yeah, and I was only just starting my day. I don't count the 4 hour drive down here because the kids were really well behaved so it was like the morning hadn't even started!

Skip ahead-

Punk #1 striking a pose for the blackberry!
Hmmm, what camera? I don't see anything...

We picked up Lovey. Yeah, I call him Lovey. Punk #2 calls him Dadda, and Punk #1 has graduated to just plain ol Dad. Pretty boring, so I embarrass him as much as possible by calling him sweetie pie lovey dovey sugar lumpkins names in front of all his Army buddies. He really likes it when I do that.

 But Dadda! I don't want to wear the "rowling" shoes! 
I want my pretty PURPLE ONES!!!!

Check into Hotel? Check!
Go bowling with the Punks, both 1 and 2? Check!
Crash out back at the hotel cause you aren't used to being bombarded by the excess energies of two smallish punks and a wife who can't quit speaking in lovey dovey speak? Check!
Permanently attach a smallish punk to one extremity or another? Check!

And yes, it is part of our hotel room inspection to jump thoroughly on
every bed in the room to ensure maximum destruction in minimal time.

Stay tuned for Day 2!


  1. "sweetie pie lovey dovey sugar lumpkins" - hahaha too great for words. Glad you found your way. :)

  2. I love the sweet names you have too! Haha! I love to say things like that to my husband on his facebook, he loves that too!