Monthly Archives: January 2013

Ladies Who Lunch

Madelyn the Magnificent called again early this week. We needed to get together to do some paperwork before the trip. Twelve links left in the chain, by the way.

I suggested meeting in the middle, which for us is Canal Fulton. Specifically, I suggested V Li’s. (Truth be told, I will suggest meeting there for any semi-plausible reason. V Li’s spring rolls are out of this world.) I asked if I could bring my mom along, and since we were making a party of it, Madelyn brought her daughter Ashley.

Ashley is more fun than a pillow fight, and has volunteered for the village where we’ll be staying, so she knows all about it. Here she is telling Levi about the pinball machines.


He didn’t know what a pinball machine was. I hope they live up to his expectations!

Madelyn told him about the ice cream shop.


You get can ice cream any time of day, we hear. And no one will ask you if you ate your breakfast first. Except, probably, me. I’ll try not to be a spoilsport.


No Gabba Gabba

Yesterday was the first time Beanie asked a question about our trip and wasn’t entirely thrilled with the answer.

Will Buzz Lightyear be there? Yes.

Will Woody be there? Yes.

Can we go fishing? Yes.

Can I take my Leapster on the plane? Yes.

Will Muno be there? No.


I think he’s under the impression that DisneyWorld is the place that all TV characters live. Why would the guys from Yo Gabba Gabba not be there, too? Fortunately, he bounced back quickly.

When we tear off tonight’s link from the paper chain, there will be 14 left. Mama needs to get organized.

Counting Down the Days

In September, my friend Madelyn called me. Madelyn works with Wishes Can Happen, and ever since Levi was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis at not-quite-three-weeks-old, Madelyn has been telling me she wants to do a wish trip for our family. I kept saying no.

No, he’s not that sick. This isn’t only for kids who are imminently terminal, Madelyn said. It’s for kids with life-threatening illnesses. CF qualifies, for sure. And doesn’t he have to put up with a whole bunch of things that most kids never even think about? Why shouldn’t he get something wonderful, too?

No, he’s not old enough. Fine, Madelyn said. I’ll keep calling you. When he’s older, you’ll go.

Our family grew from three to four. Madelyn called again.

No, I don’t want to do a trip with a tiny baby. Fine, Madelyn said. I’m pretty sure she rolled her eyes at me, but we were on the phone, so I couldn’t see.

So when she called me in September, she was ready for me to say no again, and she came loaded for bear. He’s old enough. His brother is old enough. He’ll have so much fun, and you’ll have a lifetime of memories! And, she said … I REALLY WANT TO DO THIS! Stop being stubborn.

And I said … yes. Okay. It’s time. Thank you. Levi had recently had his first hospitalization, and Paul had recently lost his job. We were in a pretty major valley. We all really needed something to look forward to. Madelyn, I think, wanted to send us to Florida the next week. I did convince her that it would be even better in February. Let’s face it, is there anyone in Ohio who couldn’t use a little sunshine in the middle of February?

And so, here we are, just a little over two weeks away from an amazing trip that I can’t quite believe we’re going to take. There’s a red and black paper chain hanging in the kitchen, and every night we tear off one link, and count the rest.¬†We got a welcome pamphlet in the mail today from the village where we’re staying. (More on that later. Wow.)

I’m really starting to believe it. We’re goin’.