Family Fall Fun

Today Peter, Alethea, Lydia and I went to a farm for a little autumnal family fun.  My friend Katie and her daughter Madelyn joined us and together we had an exhausting, but delightful morning.

First stop: The mobile chicken coop.  Alethea and Madelyn both had fun making chicken noises, although at one point Madelyn was heard to say, “Rrrroooooar!”  It was super cute!

Next up: The pedal cars.  Daddy took Alethea for a spin!  Then Mommy took a picture.  (Can you tell someone has recently reached the ‘likes to make goofy faces for the camera’ phase?)

And then: Into the corn maze!  Here’s Katie and Madelyn navigating the path.  Amazing that we went through it with three kids under three years of age and didn’t lose anyone, huh?

A brief pit stop: Alethea was interested to discover that we were in fact walking through ‘corn on the cob’ and was happy to share her knowledge with Madelyn.

However: The novelty of walking through corn on the cob wore off quite a ways before we reached the exit.  The scenery didn’t change much and the sun was beating down on us, which is a weird thing to write about an outdoor adventure in Minnesota in OCTOBER, but it was hot.  And uncomfortable.  So we cheated, looked at the map and got out in the most direct way we could.  But, right outside the maze, the good times continued at the giant spider’s web.

Take two: After Peter got tired of bouncing Alethea in the web (which was definitely before Alethea was tired of being bounced!) Lydia took a seat and I snapped a picture of my girls sitting together (a rare occurrence, let me tell you!)

Sit down for a second: All of us together on a bright sunny day seemed to be the perfect opportunity to try and capture a family portrait.  We have two little girls who don’t necessarily smile on cue, especially when they are hot and hungry.  Fortunately, they do both like being tickled.

And then: We discovered the girls’ favorite fall activity, the corn box!  ‘What’s a corn box?’ you ask.  It’s like a sand box, but filled with feed corn.  Alethea couldn’t get enough of the scooping, filling and digging.  I told Peter I want one for our back yard.  It was so much less messy than a sand box.

A jealous moment: We didn’t put Lydia in at first because we thought we’d spend the whole time fishing kernels out of her mouth, but she was clearly feeling left out of the corn box fun.

Still in the box: And who could blame Lydia for feeling grumpy about being excluded.  Alethea was having a blast and Madelyn thought the corn box was pretty cool too.

One more in the box: So we let Lydia join us, and what do you know, she was pretty good about not putting the corn in her mouth (although all bets were off when it came to the buckets and scoops).

A wake up call: After Lydia almost fell asleep in the corn box, we decided we’d better finish up our farm tour before we reached the point of complete exhaustion.

Moving on: As we walked across to the barn yard to visit the animals, I tried to tactfully remove corn from places the good Lord never intended it to go (I bet we’ll be finding random kernels around the house for weeks after this). It turned out to be a good thing we had corn on us though because we visited the chickens, sheep, horses, ducks and geese, all of whom were looking for handouts.  The funniest part of the visit was Alethea constantly talking to the animals as though they could understand her.  “Hello, Mr. Donkey!  How are you?”

And finally: No fall farm visit would be complete without a few pumpkins, so we purchased some little ones from the garden center and then took pictures on the big pile outside.

More pumpkins: Madelyn willingly took her turn on the pile of gourds.

Last, but not least: Alethea got her picture taken, but only after I told her she could have ice cream if she would sit on the pumpkins and smile for the camera.  Perhaps I should have specified what kind of a smile was required to earn her reward.

Home again, home again: After devouring our well-deserved lunch at Dairy Queen, we headed home for naps all around!  It was a glorious day!

Sigh of Relief

Today is a good day.  Peter came home.  He’s been in California at a conference for the past four days.  We all missed him.

When Alethea, Lydia and I arrived home this evening, the sun was setting and there weren’t any lights on in the house.  “It’s dark,” said Alethea.

“Yeah, we’ll turn the lights on when we get inside,” I told her.

“Daddy’s home?” she asked.

Then I realized I told her last night that Daddy would be home tomorrow after it got dark.

That kid has a mind like a steel trap.

I can’t say this week has been easy, but the kids are alive, the house isn’t a complete disaster and while my blogging obviously didn’t happen, I think everything truly essential got done.

And now I finally get to sit down and take a deep breath.  Whew!  I made it!

Which Post to Write…?

I’ve got about half a dozen posts in my head right now and I just can’t decide which one to write.

Decor post?  Handy laundry tip post?  More landscaping photos?  Birthday party planning post?

I know I ought to write Lydia’s 7 month update, because she’s actually almost 7.5 months old, but since I haven’t taken the pictures yet, that post is going to wait another day.

Maybe I’ll just ramble and throw in gratuitous cute kid pictures and hope no one notices my lack of blogging focus.

Here’s a life lesson for you: if you are trying to think of funny words to say to get your kid to smile for the camera, avoid the word ‘booger’ or you might just get a shot like this!

Here’s another life lesson: When going into a ‘pick-your-own’ field with a raspberry-aholic two year old, carry the basket yourself, or it may be empty every time you go to toss another berry in it!

Happy Monday everyone!

I Was Going to…

Last Thursday, I was going to write a post about how Alethea picked one of my childhood dresses from her closet when she got dressed in the morning and how she looked so cute in it.

I was also going to mention that her favorite book right now is Bats at the Library and whenever she ‘reads’ another book outloud, she quotes from Bats.  Thus, instead of being about a mother’s undying love for her little one, The Runaway Bunny ends up sounding like this, “We’ve feasted, fluttered, swooped and soared, and yet we’re still a little bored.”

It was going to be a very amusing post.  I’m sure you would have enjoyed it.

On Friday (and then again on Saturday) I was going to write a post about how I was working on Alethea’s “Year 2” photobook and in the process I rediscovered some photographic gems that never made it onto the blog.  Pics like this one of Alethea at the zoo for example:

And this one of the girls right after Lydia was born:

It was going to be a really fun post and I’m guessing you would have been so inspired by the pictures that you’d have gone out and made a photobook of your own.

Sunday was Father’s Day, so naturally I was going to write a post about Peter, saying how I think he’s the best Dad in the whole world and how the girls and I are so blessed to have him in our lives.

I was thinking that I would also wish a Happy Father’s Day to my Father, Father-in-Law and Grandfather who are all such loving and supportive people.

I have no doubt that it would have been a very touching post.  Most likely you would have been moved to tears while you were reading it.

However, as you know, I wrote none of those posts.  Maybe this week I’ll find the time to be amusing, inspiring and moving.  Or at the very least, maybe I’ll find the time to write a couple posts, even if they are nothing more than random thoughts floating out in cyber space.  We’ll see how it goes.

Eleven Years and Three Days

A few days ago we realized that we didn’t really have any specific plans for this long weekend and after looking at a weather forecast full of rain, we decided that Saturday morning would be a perfect time to visit Sea Life at the Mall of America.  Sort of like going to the zoo, but faster and we knew we wouldn’t get rained on.

Turns out today was gorgeous!  Totally perfect in every way kind of weather.  But stuck to our plan and went to the aquarium anyway.

Alethea liked the eye-level displays:

Alethea liked the eye-level displays

The color-changing LED jellyfish tanks were really cool:

The LED lit jellyfish tanks were really cool

Alethea did put her hand in the “petting zoo” water, but didn’t want to touch the starfish:

Alethea liked putting her hand in the water, but didn't want to touch the starfish

Lydia liked walking through the aquarium tunnels.  She was making lots of noises.  I’m pretty sure she was trying to talk to the fish:

Not sure this guy looks like he’s in the mood for a conversation anyway:

The sea turtle was more friendly looking, but still declined to comment:

After completing our tour of Sea Life, we went to the food court for lunch.  It was then that I realized we were about to go by the very spot where Peter and I first met.  It was the spring of 2000 on that fateful day when we saw each other outside of Golf Mountain, where we were gathering with a group of friends to go mini-golfing.

I told Peter, “I think it must be about eleven years and one month since we met.  Didn’t we go mini-golfing sometime in April?”

“No,” replied Peter, “It was about eleven years and a week ago.”  And then after another second’s thought, “Actually, it was eleven years and three days ago, because it was the Wednesday before Memorial Day that we first met.”

How is it that he can remember that, but I have to put a post-it note on the garage door to get him to take his lunch to work?  Funny boy!

An Emergency Room Adventure

Let me start by saying that we are all okay, but yeah, we did go to the E.R. last night.

Yesterday, Alethea was kind of cranky, but not so bad that I suspected anything was wrong.

Then last night at about 1:30am I woke to horrible screaming.  I jumped out of bed and ran to Alethea’s room to find her holding on to the crib rail, shaking badly and shrieking at the top of her lungs.  I picked her up and she calmed down for a few seconds and then suddenly she let out another ear-splitting cry and began trembling all over once again.

Needless to say, I was frightened.  I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something as awful as holding my feverish, shrieking child who is convulsing in my arms.

I carried Alethea into our room, woke up Peter and told him I was taking Alethea to the E.R.  So he got up and calmly started getting dressed.  I was panicking, trying to figure out how to leave the house when I was holding Alethea, needed to get dressed and had a sleeping 4 month-old in the next room.

I once heard that during a crisis 10% of people act calmly and keep their heads, 10% freak out and make things worse and 80% just freeze and don’t do anything.  I froze.  “Help! I don’t know what to do!” I told Peter, “Should I call my mom?”  (Yes, I’m 29 years old and I still want my mom when I’m scared.)  Peter said, “We’ll just take Lydia with us.” Then he took Alethea from me so I could get dressed too.

We got out the door, into the car and started driving down the street.  Alethea was in the back.  She began calmly talking about how it was dark, how Daddy was driving Mommy’s car and various other topics.  Suddenly I felt kind of silly for taking her to the E.R.  I looked at Peter and asked, “I’m over-reacting, aren’t I?”

“Maybe, just a bit,” he said wryly.

But we were half-way there and I still was frightened by the shaking and screaming of 15 minutes earlier, so on we went.

We got to the hospital, checked in, saw the triage nurse, and were shown to our bed.  Alethea did have a fever and elevated heart rate, but other than that, she was doing well.  The doctor came in and diagnosed her with an ear infection and told us that the trembling was almost certainly chills from the fever, not a seizure since Alethea was making noise at the time.  Apparently screaming is actually a good sign.

Alethea was given some Tylenol, a freezie pop and a prescription for antibiotics.  After filling the prescription, we went home and back to bed.

So now all that remains is to wait for the bill.

My guess is that was one expensive freezie pop!

Happy Birthday, Peter!

Wednesday was Peter’s birthday.  Like everything else in my life at the moment, I’m a little behind the times, so…

Happy happy birthday to you, Peter!  Do you realize that since we’re almost 30 that means we’ve been together for about a decade now?  Kinda crazy how time flies.

Anyway, I want to write you a happy birthday blog post and I totally know how much you hate anything sappy, so I’ll do my best not to gush…

But I have to tell you that I think you are my perfect match and I’m so glad you wanted to marry me.  You keep me sane when I overbook myself, you calm my fears when I’m being a worry-wart, and you tell me it’s good enough when I try too hard to make things exactly right.  And how is it possible I found someone who loves both baseball and music even more than I do?

I know life is has gotten a bit predictable now that we have two kids, two cars and a mortgage, but there isn’t a person on this planet that I would trade places with.

I love you so much!  And here’s to another decade together!  Cheers!

Whose Chair is it Anyway?

In the corner of our living room sits ‘The Chair’, a simulated leather rocking chair/recliner. As it happens, both Peter and Alethea have a morning routine that involves The Chair.

Every morning Peter sits in The Chair, drinks his coffee and uses his laptop to check e-mail and read the news.

Every morning Alethea brings Little Baby Doll and Dee downstairs and rocks with them in The Chair until I have her breakfast ready.

Normally, this works fine because Peter starts his morning around 5:30am while Alethea sleeps in until between 8 and 9 o’clock.

On the weekends though, things get a little more dicey.  Like today, when they both got up at 8:15.

Peter had to make his coffee, so Alethea got to The Chair first.

“Hey, what’s this?” Peter asked her once he had his laptop and coffee in hand.

“My chair!” Alethea answered.

“No, Daddy’s chair,” said Peter, but he was gracious enough to let her rock in it until her breakfast was served.

So Alethea was happy.  She certainly won the battle.

The real question though, who is going to win the war?