The entire experience of getting to know my brother and his family has been nothing short of amazing. Not only did I get to have the older brother I’ve always wanted, I have the most kick ass sister in law EVER. I will get there in a minute…
My brother lives right outside of D.C., which is about a 4 and a half hour drive from where we live in Pittsburgh. Add 45 minutes for a surly 16 year old, and an entire hour for the 18 month old who got car sick and barfed all over himself not once, but twice. (SIDENOTE: Say what you will about Country Folk, while we were pulled over on the side of the road cleaning off a barfy toddler, one and only one person stopped to help us – a good old boy from West By God Virginia. They may vote wrong, but they were raised right).
Anyway! We get there Friday evening and we have a fabulous cookout, the kids play, the adults chat and drink, the 16 year old text messages girls and wishes he was with people his own age. It was fabulous. Saturday dawns, we have breakfast and decide to take all of the kids on to the Metro and into D.C. for a trip to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History.
Let me repeat key facts: ALL OF THE KIDS. SMITHSONIAN. D.C. NO BOOZE.
Listen. If you ever want to take two toddlers, a four year old, a 16 year old and four adults to a Smithsonian Museum on the very first day of Cherry Blossom Festival in our nation’s capitol, let me save you the trouble. To simulate this experience, take your left leg, saw it off, with a butter knife. You’re welcome.
It’s not that it wasn’t fun, it’s that I actually LIKE museums. I’m nerdy that way. But this place was so crowded that I actually for a minute thought that I had accidentally ran into New Orleans at Mardi Gras but with way more double strollers and no boobs.
We head back to Mike and Katie’s house. Mike decides to take a nap. Casey decides to go watch the NCAA Tourney. Bethany and Katie decide to start drinking wine. Have I mentioned I love my sister in law? (SIDENOTE: Casey and I have a bet on this year’s NCAA Tourney, based on who can beat who in our brackets. Winner gets to pick loser’s next tat. And GUESS WHO IS WINNING??)
Katie and I kick back and polish off two bottles of Yellow Tail Merlot. Finally the guys come to check on us, and we are saying cocksucker in front of the kids drunk. It happens. The nanny shows up to babysit the little ones, and the four adults and Kyle head off to dinner at one of Mike and Katie’s favorite local eats, Evening Star.
I have to stop right here and say how proud I was/am of my Kyle. 16 is a very hard age to be. You are in that weird space between child and adult. But he lives in that space so well. He is smart and funny and he makes me proud. We had a great time at dinner. I’m sure the three bottles of Snake Charmer Shiraz didn’t hurt, either.
The next morning, wine hangover or no, I had to run 10 miles. My brother, ever the trooper, decided that he was going to make the journey with me. But not running. Oh no, that is for maniacs and military types. He was going to bike next to me while I ran my ten.
And so we did. I ran, he biked. And together we did ten miles. And hopefully that’s enough to get me through my first half marathon, which is on SATURDAY. As in, the day after tomorrow.
Basically, the next time I blog, I will be a half marathon vet. Because I WILL finish. I will. I will finish and I will win the NCAA Tourney and Casey will be getting a big ol’ I HEART BETHANY tattoo on his backside.
Yours in about to go for a long run,