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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Rewind: Hayley's Date with Big Blue

Feeling a little college nostalgia today, so let's rewind to Labor Day 2010 for our big spontaneous trip to introduce Hayley to Big Blue.

About two weeks before the first game of the season, Troy and I decided we would take Hayley to her first Michigan football game. Why THIS game of all games? It was the UM vs. Connecticut game, combined with a pregame official stadium rededication on account of the stadium remodel, and finally a special pregame feature on the Mealer family story which would end with Brock Mealer leading the team onto the field. This would be nothing short of the highlight of the season (er, unfortunately we'd find out later that this was in fact the season highlight... but I digress).

So HOW we would get from Arkansas to Ann Arbor, Michigan by Saturday morning would become our biggest challenge; how do we pick up Hayley from school on Friday at 3pm and manage to pull in to Ann Arbor for an 11a.m. Saturday kickoff? Losing an hour to the accelerated Eastern Time Zone and insisting on giving Hayley the full tailgate experience didn't make our mission any easier.

But, thanks to a near collegiate all-nighter and a boost of pre-game adrenaline circa 6a.m., we pulled into A2 with nearly two hours to spare before gametime. This provided sufficient time for golf course parking and pre-game rituals including heckling of opposing fans, 5-minute power naps, refreshments, snacks and a sobering game of Baggo.

A very, very special thank you to Jason for your support in helping us find (um, amazingly excellent) tickets that made Hayley's first Big Blue experience all the more exciting.


Hayley utilizes the tailgate feature of the Ford Flex, setting up camp in the hatch, and takes a 5-minute power nap in preparation for the big game tailgate.




Couldn't have posed this better myself.




And the obligatory wake-up call by Troy: Curling free weights at an estimated Hayley-number-of-pounds.




Following the initial shock, Hayley secures her position and says she doesn't hate this game.




No doubt the product of an Ad family. Coke, we'll take our product placement rewards in cash or cans.



Hayley made up a cheer. This was the finale.






Always an opportunity to share her support for world peace.





Here, Hayley assesses what atrocious Baggo players her parents are.






Not sure, but to me, her stride says, "If you must continue to humiliate me in front of these Connecticut fans, I will be obligated to throw the beans myself."




"Dad, You know we're trying to get the bags IN the hole, right?"




Brock Mealer walking across the field to open the game. Doctors gave him a 1% chance of ever walking again after a serious car accident that cost him half of his family. The strength and conditioning coaches at Michigan committed to him that they would work with him until he walked again.




Walking into the stadium. Hayley said, "I don't think there's a single seat left in here." With the largest audience in college football history, she would be correct.





Pre-game military flyover. Time to play ball.

GO BLUE!



















Monday, June 29, 2009

Too Hot to Handle

Saturday was hot. Like, sedating hot. A quick run to Home Depot and Target bred unyielding threats of sun stroke. So we retreated to our air conditioned space for an evening of baking. Here's how it went down:

Hay denouncing any proclamation of "homemade."


Even pouring Canola Oil can be sassy.


Hay remembers brownie batter looking less... er... eggy.


The baker and her sous chef.



Look, Mom, no splatter!


Meanwhile, back on the couch...




The spoils. 




Got a little on your nose there...



According to Hayley, the longest 24 minutes of bake time in her life.




Sunday, June 28, 2009

Frogs HEART Arkansas

Polski nearly got a tongue lashing from this big ribbit last night. He sniffed around a bit before discovering it was a very large frog out for a late-night snack. Note its angry brow bones and devil eyes.



I know what you're thinking. Meghan's once interesting blog posts have reverted to pictures of random and irrelevant wildlife. Yes. Yes they have. I've found Arkansas is full of extraneous blog fodder including overpopulated ponds and roaming cattle.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Silver Dollar Dad's Day

For Troy's Father's Day adventure we went to Silver Dollar City in Branson, Missouri. The kids had a great time while I, well, manned the camera. (Sweet Jesus, I hate rides.) Hayley resembled her Dad in her willingness to set fear aside for a thrill ride.

Okay, a bit about Silver Dollar City. So, the roller coasters. While they're fun (according to Daddy and Daughter), they don't touch Cedar Point. However, Silver Dollar City kicked Cedar Pointe's behind in every other department. Let's just say, they understand the intention of a "theme park": Pick a theme; go with it. Every single detail of Silver Dollar City's Old Time Southern theme was tended to. Sun washed wood slats formed every edifice. Uniforms were reminiscent of Laura Ingles. Michael Landon would've felt very at home. Rides were named appropriately: The Barn Swing, Wildfire, Powderkeg, Fire in the Hole. Water rides were a riot. Oh, and no lines.

And the food. When it comes to food, Southerners don't mess around. Skillet meals, Kettle Corn, fresh baked bakery goods... I actually bought a loaf of fresh-baked white bread. The food options were insane. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich and actually got REAL chicken. Just incredible.
The best part? Not only did we have an awesome time, but an incredibly nice woman walked up to us in line and gave us three tickets to get into the park. We walked in totally free. So, we took advantage. Once you're in the park you can upgrade to a season pass for $35 per person. Day passes are $40 per person. So we spent less than what we would have going for Father's Day and now we can go through the summer. Something I think Hayley and Troy will really enjoy.

And now the photos:

The Pirate Ship. Hayley doesn't mess around with the Pirate Ship seating. She went straight for the end.







The rickety bridge.



Big hills ran through the park making quite a landscape for this simulated old Southern town. They also retained a lot of the foliage to shade people on hot days (it was about 90 degrees).



Consistent with the theme. The park maps were titled "Public Notice."
Hay in her little piggy tails. Too cute.


In case you're not sure what it's like to milk a cow, you can give it a whirl here. Real squeezable udders.


Hay and I on the rickety bridge.

Skillet meals looked amazing. Next time we're filling up here.


Okay, so this was the last roller coaster that Troy and Hay had left to go on. I dropped them off at the front and ran to the observation deck. Put lightly, I just about pooped my pants when I saw the severity of the ride Hayley was about to go on. If you've been to Cedar Point, think the Dragster. This thing brings you up to the track, counts down (red, yellow, green) and then shoots you forward FAST up the first hill. Think major whiplash. Even coaster lovers wouldn't risk throwing their hands up on the launch. Much to my surprise, Hayley handled it AMAZINGLY. Troy looked more scared for her than she looked scared herself.


Moments before launch. Hay wouldn't look over because they advised her to keep her head against the back of the seat to avoid whiplash.

Hill #2. Away they gooooooo!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Golfing at Dusk

Since our neighborhood features a 9-hole course, we've likened to golfing on weekends (I use the term 'golfing' loosely). Troy and I tee off (I avoid participation in holes with water hazards), then Hayley putts the ball in once we've made it to the green. I'm right around 90% sure that Hay likes the golf cart and the snacks more than the golfing itself.

Here's our scramble last weekend:


Hay with her trusty putter.





Okay, so "golf" usually turns into a game of "Everybody stop what they're doing and find Troy's golf ball." This is us making that transition. 



Hayley displeased with her golf game.




Hayley beginning the putting process.




Arkansas wildlife. These photos don't do these guys justice. These frogs are HUGE and you can see about 20 of them encircling the pond at one time.




If I'm not a seasoned golfer, I should at least have a Titleist visor suggesting I am.



Daddy-Daughter golf time. Love this pic.




Hay, excited her putting game has recovered nicely.




GET IN THE HOLE!



Saturday, June 20, 2009

The Swimmin' Hole

We've discovered that early evening is the best time for swimming in the neighborhood pool. Last night the fam brought diving rings and goggles down for a swim. Here are some lovely little pics.

Our little 9-hole course at dusk.