Wednesday, July 22, 2009

By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea...

Sorry for the lapse in the PEI posts...we've had a couple of rough baby days here, but things are looking up!

Stephanie and I were thrilled to be staying at the Dalvay by the Sea hotel on PEI. Those who are familiar with the "Anne of Green Gables" movies or the "Road to Avonlea" tv series will know the hotel by the name of the "White Sands".
The hotel was beautiful. I was built in 1895 by the president of Standard Oil. He built it as a summer cottage for his family of six. He had so many friends that enjoyed visiting him during the summer that he added an extra wing for guests. That's where all of the guest rooms are now.
We had a small room on the second floor at the front of the hotel. We had beautiful views of the lake to the right and the Gulf of St. Lawrence to the left.

The food there was also spectacular. We had a full breakfast every morning, dinner one night, and even high tea one afternoon. Everything was so wonderful that I don't even know if I could pick a favorite. Too bad I was so busy eating I didn't take a picture of the dining room!

One of our favorite things to do at the hotel was sit outside. There were adirondack chairs scattered over the lawn in front of the hotel. We would just sit and watch the geese on the lake and talk about our day and plan the next day.

With all that the Dalvay has, there are several things that it doesn't have: air-conditioning, television, radio, and telephones in the rooms. You might think it would be difficult to be without those things, but it was wonderful to spend the day relaxing in the quiet peacefulness and then go to sleep with the ocean breezes whispering good night.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Oh, Canada

Today, Steff and I returned from a trip to Prince Edward Island, Canada. (It was 2:00 a.m. when I got home, so please excuse any grammatical errors in this post!) We had a wonderful time and I'm sure I'll have multiple blog posts about it.


We left early Thursday morning (6:30) from the New Orleans airport to fly to Chicago. We had a nice, long layover so we took our time getting to our gate. We made a trip to the little girls' room, got a snack, some magazines and a diet Coke, then found a cozy plastic seat to wait for our flight to board. What we didn't do was check the departure screens a second time to make sure that the gate number had not changed.


It had.


I just happened to hear our names being called over the paging system a few gates over. We were the last two people to board and they were about to close the door. Whew! We made it on to the plane and were on our way to Montreal.



In Montreal, we had a layover of slightly under an hour. We had to go through Customs, but we thought we'd make it. That is, until we saw the line. You know how it is at Wal-Mart when you are in a hurry, there are a lot of people there, and there are only two check-out lanes open?

Yeah, there were three people working. Again, we were the LAST TWO people to board the plane. But we were finally on our way to PEI, so who cares?


Flying over the island was beautiful. We even saw our hotel from the air, which was pretty sweet. Anyway, we landed and went to claim our luggage in the teeny, tiny Charlottetown airport.


Only, our luggage wasn't there. I repeat: NO LUGGAGE! We were not the only ones that didn't have luggage, so we didn't feel too badly.


We got our rental car and loaded our carry-ons into the backseat. Did I mention our rental was a Volvo with a sunroof? It was niiice.


We headed to our hotel, the Dalvay by the Sea. (More on this tomorrow.) We checked in, then headed out to find some food and some supplies to get us through the night and next day until we got our luggage.


It was a shaky start to our trip, but things went uphill from there. We are working on a list of the top ten things we learned about travel to Canada and when it is done, I'll post it here.


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

A New Arrival

One week ago, Daniel Paul arrived home.
He was born June 29, weighing in at 8 lbs. 12 oz. and measuring 22 inches long. He came home one week later on July 6. (We would have gotten him sooner if we wouldn't have had the STINKIN' FLU!) We named him Daniel after Todd's grandfather and Paul after my brother.

Instead of having a foster care worker, his case has gone straight to an adoption worker. If all goes well, his adoption will be finalized sometime in the next 6 months.

He is a sweet, precious boy and we are so blessed to have him with us.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Camp Life

The flu isn't the only thing that can wear a guy out.

This picture was taken the last night of camp. Jack played hard the whole week and by Thursday night, he just couldn't take it anymore!