Sunday, August 10, 2008

Aunt K's Knee


Aunt K has a torn meniscus in her knee.
She has surgery tomorrow to take out the tear
and then she has to stay in bed for THREE days
with her knee elevated above her heart.
We're seriously skeptical as to how she will
remain in bed for that length of time without
going COMPLETELY crazy...
Besides the way, her torn meniscus was feeling
all better until a certain unnamed, older sister
started dragging her on hiking trails. So, it's
all that sister's fault. Dumb sister...what's wrong with her?

Everyone pray for K...

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Favorite Coaster

Matt, Eli & Phillip's Favorite The Maverick

Cedar Point

Okay so...we went and we're back
and OH MY GOODNESS, the stories there are
to blog about...just you wait...

Anyways, more to come but here's a pic of the
favorite coaster among The Schantzes...The Maverick.


Did I happen to mention that it was spontaneously
a "Needler Family Trip" minus only the Papaw who
is (I'm pretty sure) REALLY glad that he stayed home.

There are SO MANY stories to tell and not all of them pretty...

Here's a teaser to get you to check back in
the next couple of days when I get a chance to blog it all...

Warning...this is potty talk...

Okay, so...of our party of 13, 3 members,
not all small children had near brushes or hardcore run-ins

with poo in their pants...let's just say we nearly shut-down
the hotel pool...TWICE.

OH...and there was underage drinking involved...here's that pic.
Isaac, cash in hand buying everyone a round jell-o shots
(oh, stop, I'm kidding he was getting a popsicle).



Eli is so stoked!


mR. eLI...FOURTH GRADER (can't believe it)
has taken a new and intense interest in his dress
(he NEVER really cared before) and so
school shopping this year has been quite interesting
especially since his feet are huge-o-mongous and
we're shopping men's sizes now for his gi-go-normous footsies.
So, anyways...skater shoes...apparently, is what he dreams of
and after much looking and debate, we ordered these today.
You woulda thought it was Christmas Morning.
I figure that he's more like me than I realized if he gets
this excited about shoes. That's my boy!