Saturday, February 24, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
We drove down on Sunday after church and stayed in Moab, where we walked through the downtown, had Mexican food for dinner, and tried out the motel's hot tub. We watched ice skating finals on TV, and Rob attended a very entertaining evening of cowboy poetry at the Moab Art and Recreation Center.
As soon as he left, I told the kids to stop jumping on the beds. Maddie saw Sebastian launching off, and so she grabbed his feet, thereby swinging him like a pendulum into the nightstand and giving him a huge goose egg on his temple, thus proving my point that if you jump on the beds, you will get hurt. I would have panicked over the huge swollen bruise, except that I had just seen one the day before on Matilde Oscarson when she fell off the trampoline at our house. Since her parents had cancelled their cross-country skiing date and taken her to the doctor's office instead, I knew that the forehead was a great place to conk oneself on the head. I also knew all of the signs for a concussion so that I could quiz Sebastian for confusion and dizziness and watch for vomiting and problems with dilation in the eyes. So I knew he was fine.
Monday morning we had breakfast at the Pancake Haus and used the hot tub again. We bought groceries and picked out some red sandstones as souvenirs. Then we met up with the Oscarsons at the Delicate Arch trailhead, where they landed after a harrowing journey in the snow down highway 6. The hike was perfect for the kids. There are old ranch remains, petroglyphs, and several different kinds of terrain in a very short space. The kids didn't complain once about the hike (which was in stark contrast to the road trip in the minivan with the movies playing). Maddie and Matilde walked together, and Ethan and Will scouted for gun-shaped sticks and rocks to climb. Linnea and Sebastian walked a good portion of the trip as well.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
But we all woke up the next day and had another Christmas with lots of gifts and wrapping paper for all.
Here is Grandpa in one of his most characteristic moves. He is in the kitchen and has just flung a kitchen towel over his shoulder. Whenever he's in the kitchen, he keeps one here in order to wipe his hands with a little fluttering cleaning motion after he has stuck something in his mouth. If he were doing that now, his lips would be pushed out more. I think he uses this when in the kitchen so that he doesn't spray Windex all over the food, Windex being his normal handwashing maneuver in other situations, e.g. driving the car.
Here are all five Shumway grandchildren, as presently constituted. I realize it isn't a great picture, but we have such difficulty getting them together, and then keeping them still, that I had to snap it while they bellied up to the bar. Saydi, my sister-in-law, is a phenomenal photographer, and even she has a tough time catching this crowd ( think it was done once in July 2006).
Mostly there was a lot of zoning out and being jet-lagged. Five of us got full body massages on Saturday. Mine hurt like the dickens, but it was worth it. My masseuse found knots in my thigh! She said that wasn't normal, then I realized it was where Sebastian had put his giant cranium for a few hours on the plane.
Several of us also got haircuts, which Maddie and I sorely needed. Will and Sebi won't be needing any for quite a while as they recover from their Turkish gansta buzz cuts. We took Sebastian in for professional help at the BYU barbershop when he hit mushroom cloud proportions. Gwen said "That is going to take at least another two months to grow out. I suggest using gel." in her unflappable deadpan.
Here Maddie helps Hazel with a puzzle, and Hazel wonders why we have open flames around so many small children. Americans have been wondering this about Germans at Christmastime for decades now.
We took one last ride at Breischeidplatz, to empathize with the airplane pilots and [evidently] get out some aggression.
Will worshipped at the altar of technology (it's an airplane engine) at Templehof airport.
The hunger rake, or the sculpture that commemorated the Berlin Airlift. Planes landed every minute or two at Templehof airport to give the people of West Berlin food to eat while they were under siege from the Soviet Union. Good Cold War sightseeing which we did to get some photos for Rob's sister Betsy, who has her students perform plays about WWII and the aftermath.
We packed up. I told Rob he hadn't done much packing. He said "You're right. If I'd done these, they'd be packed much better than this!" But it got done, and we managed to get a lot of stuff into ten bags and five carry-ons.