We’re Ba-ack

Hello all.
It’s me, Robbi, and I am still alive.
Which means many things:
#1: I survived the 21-hour trip up from Chestertown to Coffee Point, with two babies, a monkey, a frog and a hippo.
#2: I survived another fishing season (albeit a lackluster one).
#3: I survived the 27-hour return trip (though not without breaking down and getting a hotel room in Seattle for my 9-hour layover).
#4: I survived the searing shame of my husband completely ignoring me at the baggage claim while he instead scooped up his two babies and cried copious tears of joy.

I would have had great pictures to share of any and all of these things, except that I didn’t bring my camera along, what with the traveling with two babies, a monkey, a hippo, a frog, a backpack full of diapers and treats, a stroller and a bouncy chair (not to mention the two coolers and the cardboard box that I checked). People stared at me as I walked through the airport with one baby strapped to my chest and the other in the stroller (with Monkey, Stinky Hippo and Frog) – awestruck at either my audacity or my stone-cold foolishness.

The photos that I took up in Coffee Point are still in Coffee Point on my mom’s camera. They will be shared when the elder Behrs return in early August. With the photos will come a longish post about what-all we do up there, but I promise it won’t be as epic as Matthew’s South Dakota post (it took me two and a half whole days to read it, if you count the many long naps that occurred en route). Though, Matthew has already posted rather exhaustively on it here, here and here (search for “alaska” at thebarnstorming and you will find a-plenty more).

To whet your appetites, I will post an old favorite – Iggy demanding to be let back in, and Bob refusing to leave the best snoozing spot in the house.

I sure missed having her up there this year, but couldn’t possibly have added her to the traveling party.