Went to Plattsburg this weekend - A town that's probably no bigger than Covington, but as it's the closest place that has a Sam's Club, K-Mart, Bed Bath and Beyond and other assorted capitalistic necessities, can get pretty busy during the weekend. We stocked up at Sam's club, and then went into TJ Maxx so Ethan could embarrass us half to tears, and to pick up some much needed clothes. And a picture frame which I broke shortly after returning home. The other thing of note with Plattsburg is that it's close enough to the border that some of the signs in town are written in English and French.
We also went to Lake Placid, but didn't get anything much done, as Ethan was again at top form. Oh well - I already knew what was their. There's a couple of cool book shops, and couple of nice wine stores, and thousands of yuppie tourists to get in the way.
We've also had a recent bout of some virus infecting everyone. Ethan brought it home late last week, but since he has the immune system of a demi-god was only a little sniffly for about a day. Then Connor got it and was pretty miserable for about 48 hours. Now Cindy and I have it, and I think we'll be sick for a couple more days at least. My sinuses might explode.
Sorry for the boring post, I'll post some pictures if I get home feeling alright. Don't forget to leave comments - Mom, I'm looking at you!
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So what did Ethan do? Give specifics.
Touching everything in site, running around, whining, yelling, disapearring. It sucks to have everyone in a busy store staring at you because you're child won't behave. And it sucks more to have everyone in a busy store staring at you when you discipline your child because *obviously* you're abusing them.
Hi Guys!
It looks like you are doing well for yourselves. Brandon, you look so much older and "fatherly" with that goatee. And as far as kids embarassing you to tears . . . well, don't be fooled into thinking that will stop anytime soon. Not sure that it ever does (I think it is part of that funky parental curse).
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