August was a busy month for the Newhouse clan. Between Bob's regular travel schedule, we squeezed in my favorite thing - time with family. Our month started with a bang as Uncle Stevie came to see us.
Uncle Stevie gets lessons on the proper way to play with knights.
Uncle Stevie was dad's first true baseball boy. He and Bob have gone to stadiums to watch baseball all over the country, and there was no way dad was going to let Uncle Stephen slip away without a trip to our hometown greats, the Suns. Ryan loves going to games and tagged along with the big kids.
James convinces Uncle Stephen to try vacuuming. I have to admit that I love how the boys grab the vacuum and work alongside me. I'm hoping that they remember how much fun vacuuming is at the age of 13.
What does a real Jedi do? Play baseball with a light saber, of course. Uncle Stephen has much higher baseball standards than mom does. You have to catch, throw, and you get tagged out. When mom does it, we all get home runs. I guess that's why moms aren't baseball managers.
Uncle Stephen was there for Bob's birthday. We had such a great time with the singing, lighting of the candles, and the Star Wars cake. I'm pretty sure there's not much that makes the kids happier than a birthday sing along. A couple of months ago, I heard Ryan talking to the boys about his birthday party. He told them they had to give him a dollars to come to his birthday. We had to have a talk about how we don't charge people to come to our parties, and that people don't have to bring you presents. I'm not sure if it sunk in, but if not, he can always follow in his grandpa Robin's footsteps and be a bouncer at a club.
No trip to Jacksonville is complete without a trip to the beach. While Bob holed up in the office and made money for us to play, the rest of us took off for the beach. The boys love splashing in the water and playing in the sand, and Stephen really enjoyed throwing them around in the water, which they couldn't get enough of. Sadly, I don't have too many beach pictures between the glare of the sun, the water, and enjoying myself, I tend to shirk my photography duties.
Watermelon! One of the hardest stains to get out of clothing.
Uncle Stephen and his adoring fans. When we dropped him off at the airport, the boys were so sad to see him go, but for months afterwards, they would tell me "Uncle Stevie ride on a BIG airplane." I'm not sure if they knew he actually got off of that plane until we saw him at Christmas.
For those of you who are familiar with these pictures, feel free to skip ahead, but I did have to include our trip to Orlando to do things that only nerds are proud of. Our day of fun and frolicking at the Star Wars Celebration VI was quite lovely.
On the Millennium Falcon, a fabulous family portrait. The boys really enjoyed the day. Bob and I were a little overwhelmed by the crowds at first, but once we got past the first few minutes, we had a good time as well.
Miss Ella checks out the guitar while Ryan tries to commandeer the sax-o-pone from Mr. Matt.