Grandma and Grandpa come to Maryland

Inside Dunker Church at Antietam National Battlefield

Yvonne's parents, Merv and Leahmae Erickson, made their first trip east of the Mississippi to visit us earlier this month. They spent two weeks with us, and it flew by.

The kids really enjoyed having their grandparents around. For much of the two weeks they were here we had rainy fall weather, so we spent lots of time inside talking, showing off school projects, watching sports on television (plus some shows the boys had never heard of -- Little House on the Prarie?), and staying up late almost every night.

The boys even got patches sewn on their Scout uniforms (finally), thanks to Grandma, so they looked sharp at September's Court of Honor -- extra nice since Carson and Colin both received rank advancements, and Carson received an award for his leadership in the troop. 

We took a few drives in the rain to show off the area's scenery and history. They seemed to especially enjoy the rolling cornfields, and the dense green forests that made even the highways seem claustrophobic.

When it wasn't raining, it was gorgeous. Maryland does do fall really well. It was good baseball weather, and the grandparents caught their fill of games to see Colin and Carson play.

At Colin's game in Emmitsburg, Md.

We also were able to take them on our two favorite day trips.

The first day trip was to Antietam National Battlefield near Sharpsburg, Md., site of the bloodiest single day on American soil (in September 17, 1862, a battle that resulted in more than 23,000 casualties) -- and then to historic Harpers Ferry, W.Va. We walked them through Antietam's Dunker Church and other significant areas of the battlefield, ending at Sunken Road -- site of the infamous "Bloody Lane."

Overlooking Sunken Road -- "Bloody Lane" -- at Antietam National Battlefield.

Levi had photo duties for Grandma at several locations.

We got to Harpers Ferry around dusk -- a great time to experience the historic town when it was mostly empty. We hiked up the Appalachian Trail to Jefferson Rock -- so named because Thomas Jefferson used to like to go there to think -- and we got there just in time to watch the sun set over the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers.

Our second day trip was to Washington, D.C., for a driving tour of the monuments, and then a visit to our favorite museum, the Newseum and its fifth-story balcony with a great view of the U.S. Capitol. We ended that day with a visit to Five Guy's burgers -- a D.C. original that is now everywhere.

Yvonne and her parents at the Newseum, high above Pennsylvania Ave. in D.C.

We were sad to see them go home. It was great to have them around, whether we were just hanging out, watching baseball, or viewing the sites. We're hoping they find themselves in the East again soon.

Three boys, three birthdays

For us September, like most families with kids, is a crazy, busy month that ushers in a new school year, seasons starting to change, fall baseball, and all the other events that happen during the normal course of life.

To make our Septembers a bit more difficult, we add three birthdays -- Carson on the 5th (he turned 13), Colin on the 21st (14), and Levi on the 24th (6). Let's just say we had lots of cake this month, a few presents, and a really cool birthday party for Levi (although if you look at the photo of him and his friends, it's hard to tell that they had any fun).

As for Dylan...he gets November all to himself.

Brothers, Nine Years Later

Jason writes:

Colin, Carson, and I (and some others from our ward) went hiking yesterday, to Old Rag Peak, along the Appalachian Trail in Virginia. It was a gorgeous day -- and a tough climb. Overall, it was a lot of fun.

Our climb to the ridge rewarded us with spectacular views of Shenandoah National Park and rural Virginia. At one point, I had Colin and Carson stand together for a photo. As I did, my mind suddenly rushed back to more than nine years ago, May of 2001, when I took a similar photo on a trail near Mt. Charleston, outside of Las Vegas. So I positioned the boys for a shot reminiscent of earlier days...

A fresh school year

August 23 was a big day in our house -- all five kids had their first day of school (well, mostly, as we'll explain in a minute) -- including one beginning college and one beginning kindergarten. Talk about big changes.

Melissa, already in Idaho, started her freshman year of college with freshman orientation before a full week of classes (none before 9:30 a.m., though, so her sleep time isn't disrupted too much).


Colin and Carson are back in middle school (8th and 7th grade, respectively). We are fans of their school and it's pre-high school program. Colin is taking high school geometry, and Carson high school algebra.


They're also looking forward to their CCP (core curricular period -- time during the school year that they can explore other interests such as fossils, cross country, or extra tutoring).


Dylan is in fourth grade. No big deal (just ask him). He has a "man teacher," his first. He made a good group of friends last year, so he's happy to back with his buddies. He is hoping to be selected to the band so he can learn how to play drums.

And then there's Levi. As the youngest of five, he's been waiting for this moment to arrive for years. His anxiousness to start school elevated as we shopped for school clothes; multiplied as we shopped for school supplies; and was further amplified as the calendar wound down to August 23rd.

And then, a week before school started, we got a letter (in our house, THE letter). Levi would start school on Wednesday the 25th. Ouch.

But we made the best of it. Levi got dressed for school on the 23rd, got his picture taken, and went to school with Dylan. Then, when the bell rang for classes, he went to Dunkin' Donuts.


On Wednesday, his official first day, he decided he would ride the bus with Dylan. Yvonne offered to drive him to school for his first day, but Levi insisted that he would ride the bus because it WASN'T the first day for him. He had been to school. Over Levi's protestations, Yvonne went to the bus stop with him (Jason, under the presumption that school started Monday, was away on travel).

As you can see in the photo below, Levi was ready for her to leave so he could get on with his day. He got his photo done, and got on the bus. He came home from the full day of school dog tired. His comment: it was kind of boring, but he enjoyed gym time. It's gonna be an interesting year.

And then there were six...

It's official: Melissa is gone to Idaho, starting her college career at Idaho State University. Our household of seven is now a half-dozen.

For several years, Mel's college choice was dependent on softball -- whichever school offered her a scholarship would be her choice.

Since moving to Maryland a year ago, though, she started looking more to the West and softball, while still an important part of her life, was no longer a deciding factor. She narrowed her choices to four, then two, and then (after campus visits) one: Idaho State. She hasn't looked back since (although she has reached out to the school's softball coach and will try to walk-on; the dream didn't die, but it's not the top dream anymore).

As parents, we're happy with her choice. She made the choice on her own, for the right reasons. And she'll be in familiar territory -- we've lived there, Jason and Yvonne both went to school there, and we have lots of family and friends there.

Her last week in Maryland was fantastic, and it illustrated just how good the move was for her. She had lots of late nights and early (well, relatively early for her) mornings hanging out with friends and with her brothers.

On her last Sunday in our ward, she received her Young Womanhood Recognition Award. That's been a significant goal of hers, and she worked very hard over the last several months to complete it. She wore her medallion with pride.

That night, we had a party for her, and our house filled with people excited for her new adventure while also sad to see her go. Friends and neighbors from church and school and work, teammates, classmates, kids she helped coach, kids from her primary class, and kids' parents all came to wish her well. It was gratifying to see how many lives she had touched in such a short period of time -- and how many people influenced her life.

Monday we had one last family dinner before she left, at her favorite Italian restaurant in Frederick. She enjoyed being with her brothers, and by the end of the meal all the kids were sitting practically on top of each other so they could watch ESPN's Top Plays on the restaurant's television. We wish we had a picture of that.

The farewell with her brothers that night was tough. She has always been their big sis, best friend, protector, and role model. They've shared music, baseball, silly games, car rides, meals, and lots of laughter over the years. That night, they shared tears.

Mel had more tears that night with her best friend, a high school senior this year, who arrived home from a family vacation around midnight. They talked and laughed until 5 a.m. -- when we left for the airport. They'll be friends forever.


After a milkshake in Salt Lake City (it just seemed like the right thing to do), we faced a crossroads: the freeway onramp showed south to Las Vegas, or north to Idaho. Deep sigh. Most of our lives have been spent in one of those two places. We hate seeing signs for Las Vegas (on the road or at the airport), because part of us wants to turn that direction. But school was calling, so we went north.

Our short week in Idaho was great. We caught up with family and friends. Jason worked a couple days at a project in Idaho Falls, while Melissa shopped with her grandmother, aunts, cousin, and Yvonne to outfit her dorm room. Her four suitcases of stuff (yes, she needed all of it -- at least that's what she told Jason repeatedly as he helped her pack) were joined by new dorm essentials.


Our apprehension over leaving Melissa abated as the week went on. She was anxious to get started, and her confidence became contagious. She's ready.

Friday was moving day. Moving into the dorm was fun, and easy. We didn't even need help from the several college guys who offered to help the new freshman out.

Before leaving, we shared a special moment as Melissa received a blessing from her father and grandfather. Emotions peaked there, in her grandparents' living room. It was time. Dropping her off at the dorm, we met her roommate (from Caldwell, Idaho) and roommate's parents and little brothers and sister. That made us feel even better.

As we drove away, instead of tears or sadness, we felt calm, and proud. Our baby girl is grown up, a strong and bright young woman, with a good head on her shoulders. We did our best. She's ready to take on the world, and she's starting in the right place.

She's already shared a meal of Top Ramen with her roommate. And she's excited for classes to start. In the couple days we've been home, we've enjoyed hearing about her new adventure as she settles in, meets new friends, and discovers college life. We'll enjoy many more of those conversations over the next few years.


(If you'd like Melissa's mailing address, send us an e-mail or comment on this post, and we'll forward it to you.)

Our Stay-cation

It’s funny how you can take the things around where you live for granted, and put off visiting cool things in your area because "we can always go there." And then you never do.

For instance, our best vacation in the southeast Idaho area occurred three years after we moved from Idaho – where we had lived for almost nine years. Once we didn’t live there anymore, we realized we should have spent more time at the Grand Tetons and some other neat places, so we went back and did that. It was awesome -- but now we wish it was easier to get back there.

Before we moved from Las Vegas last year, we made a bucket list of things to do before we moved. Our kids toured Hoover Dam and saw the Grand Canyon and many parts of the Strip and lots of other things for the first time, all within the last two months of our almost nine-year stay there.

So we are determined to enjoy the neat things around our new home now, rather than wait until right before we move again (whenever that might be). For our vacation this year, we chose a stay-cation, spending the entire trip within an easy drive of our house.

We started with a day in D.C. with our good friends the Whites, visiting the American History, Natural History, Air and Space, and National Building museums. Our legs were tired, but it was fun. One word of advice from the kids – don’t eat street vendor pizza (the unanimous critique of the cardboard crusted glob of processed cheese: "Nasty"). We ended the day with Fuddrucker’s hamburgers; the burgers were good, and the kids enjoyed saying the restaurant’s name and making the adults squirm.

Another highlight was a full day at Hershey Park in Hershey, Pa. We drove up in the morning and were greeting with heat, humidity, a large crowd…and the smell of chocolate in the air. As the day wore on, the humidity and the crowds seemed to dissipate, but the delicious aroma lingered. We think that's what heaven will smell like.


Levi proved to be a roller coaster machine, riding anything that he was tall enough to get on, including a giant wood coaster (the Comet) and the Super Dooper Looper, complete with a loop. He was really nervous to ride the Looper because of the loop. But after the coaster completed its vertical revolution – and while it was still screaming around the track – Levi yelled “That was awesome! But I’m not riding it again!”

He rode it three more times.

The highlight of Hershey Park for Jason: vending machines with ice-cold Hershey’s chocolate milk for $1.25. Ahhhh.


Heat and humidity was the theme of the week, so we took one day to float the Shenandoah River near Harper’s Ferry, W.Va. The company that rented us the tubes and life jackets had a certain "Deliverance" quality about it, but we had fun, and the water was perfect. The most fun, though, was the high-speed ride in the old school bus that shuttled us from the end of the tubing run back to the parking lot. Dylan cracked us all up as he alternated between careening from side to side on the bus and mimicking the driver turning the oversized steering wheel.

We also took in a day at Rehoboth Beach in Delaware. It was warm, and the sand was great. Unfortunately, a series of storms out in the Atlantic Ocean pushed in frigid water. We made the most of it by making sand sculptures (including sculptures containing each of the boys -- Carson as a turtle is probably the only one we ought to share, although Colin in a little cocktail dress and Dylan as a sexy mermaid were both pretty funny), splashing each other, and getting Friendly’s ice cream before leaving town.


We wrapped up where we started, in Washington, D.C. The view from the U.S. Marine Corps Memorial was breathtaking, seeing the Iwo Jima Memorial against a background of the Lincoln Memorial and U.S. Capital Building. The scene reinforced that this great Nation is built on the bravery and sacrifice of our Armed Forces.


In D.C., we ate dinner at Capital Q, a Texas barbecue joint in D.C.’s Chinatown neighborhood that Jason frequented often during his many visits while he worked in the West. Pulled pork, brisket, smoked mashed potatoes, and cold sodas did our stomachs good.

Our final stop was at the Newseum, a fairly new museum dedicated to journalism and broadcast news. The kids figured they could find a way to handle an hour or two in another museum, but we spent about five hours there. Besides the cool exhibits, we had fun with their interactive exhibits and watched several short movies (including a creepy “4-D” movie, where you could feel the movie’s rats at your feet; newreel footage of Elvis Presley's career; and a documentary on journalists covering the 9-11 attacks in New York that choked us all up). Dylan even got to jump in the studio and "broadcast" from Wizards training camp.


So we checked off a good chunk of an early bucket list. And the good thing is, it's a big bucket, so we've still got plenty to do close to home.

Four days in San Francisco

Last week brought record high temperatures to Maryland...or so we heard. While the kids told us tales of 100+ degrees and 90+ percent humidity, Jason and Yvonne enjoyed four days of cool summer weather in San Francisco.

The trip started when Jason was assigned to work for several days in Livermore, Calif., a short drive east from San Francisco. With Melissa leaving for college soon, we realized this was our last chance to get away while our built-in babysitter was home (not that the boys aren't capable of taking care of themselves, but it's nice having a driver home). So Jason went to work, then picked up Yvonne mid-week.

Our hotel was in a great location, right downtown. First we walked to the Embarcadero for fish tacos (we miss those in the East), and then a production of Peter Pan 360 on the Embarcadero.



We enjoyed the play, and the combination of aerial stunts, computer graphics, and the small arena made for a great experience.



Since our hotel was within walking distance of so many things, we walked (and walked, and walked). We enjoyed the Ferry Building and the Financial District, and we scaled many of the famous Bay Area hills to explore the Fillmore District (second-hand stores...wow) and the North Beach neighborhood (where it was all about the gelato).




We climbed the steps on Filbert Street to reach the iconic Coit Tower for a 360 degree view of the bay and the city. Then we went down the Greenwich Steps to enjoy the view of the bay and the gorgeous flower gardens.





We ate well. Fish tacos, sourdough bread, clam chowder, and, for a special treat, steak and halibut one night at the venerable Tadich Grill.



We mastered the Cable Car system, saving our soles from even more hiking. We went to the Levi Strauss Plaza, just because we thought it was cool to send our Levi a photo of a big building that said Levi's.

On our last day in town, we rented a car so we could see some more of northern California. We grabbed burgers at In-N-Out (we miss those in the East, too), then drove through vineyards in Sonoma (we enjoyed the scenery, but didn't sample any wine). We also toured the Charles Schultz museum in Santa Rosa to see more of Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and their friends (we laughed a lot here -- and Jason paid the 5 cents).



To end our trip, we drove through Marin County and hiked to the Point Bonita Lighthouse at sunset (at the point that the San Francisco Bay meets the Pacific Ocean) for spectacular views of the city, the bay, and the rugged Pacific coastline.

We still miss the West, and San Francisco reminded us why -- especially during a hot, humid week in the East.