Once again, the neon No Vacancy sign was lit again at our makeshift B&B. John and Janet (or, Jan and Johnet, as we like to say) arrived at our place for the second half of their tour of eastern states and places.
Unfortunately, our real life interfered with their visit a little more than I would have liked, but we made the most of the time we had together. When life hands you lemons, make German Pancakes. That's what I always say.
Thursday's rain made our plan to vegetate poolside impossible, so we made our way to our favorite orchard to see the farm animals instead.
We hung out with the goats,
puzzled over this up-close view of a turkey (it's like something out of Star Wars, no?),
and made up a new dance we call These Gnats Are Driving Me Crazy!
Building upon tradition, we exploited my brother for his home improvement skills. He hung a big mirror that's been un-hung since we moved and also installed a ceiling fan in our screened porch. I hope they never make up any laws making it illegal to use your house guests for labor!
After all the home-improving, the parents went out for a nice, relaxing Middle Eastern meal. It was the bomb. (And, no, that was not a distasteful Middle Eastern joke; I'm just really hip.)
Friday, they left us to tour Washington, DC. We couldn't join them because of school and baseball obligations, but we were lucky to have Nate and Matt spend the day with us.
We spent some time at the pool before we attended Christian's Little League championship game. That's right, after years and years of playing on losing teams, Christian finally got a chance to be on a winning team with a chance at the championship title.
HE WON! (Lemme hear you say WOOT! WOOT!)
The team and coaches were very gracious and expressed gratitude to their fans, some of whom traveled across the country to see this amazing game. (OK, they didn't, but they should have!)
Saturday, we headed out to Hershey Park, with a stop along the way at an Amish bakery stand. I had a filled donut that changed my life. Put simply, it was a religious experience. (And no, that wasn't a lame Amish joke.) I don't have a picture of the donut, because Amish donuts don't like to be photographed and I'm all about respect.
Hershey Park was a blast. There were incredible rides and the obligatory shoe-stuffing ceremony for the not-quite-tall-enough patrons of the park. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
In a strange and inexplicable act, I rode on a ride with all the boys that guaranteed getting wet. No, not wet--soaked. Drenched. Waterlogged. I never ride those kind of rides. But I did. I still can't explain it.
Finally, Sunday was a busy blur--church, packing, eating lunch, and sending them off for their drive up to JFK with what we thought was plenty of time. Turns out, they were racing to reach the plane with only minutes to spare. Whew!
Thanks to Jan and Johnet for a few wonderful days that we'll remember forever!