Summer vacation, part 2

We were only at the cabin for a few days before we had to pack up and head down south for just so many weddings. The kids buckled in to the car and were promptly horrified to learn that the drive was going to be SEVEN HOURS LONG.

You guys. That is just too long to be in a car. Marty screamed his head off every moment he wasn't asleep, and Edie learned the strange magic of the phrase, "Are we there yet?" I didn't get to deploy the classic dad response of "we get there when we get there!", but next year, I'll be ready. (We will never take another trip as long as I live.)

For the first wedding, we stayed at a little lavender farm in southern Utah. The kids had a great time running around with their cousins, and we had a great time letting them run around so we could do literally anything else. Here's Marty running around through some corn.

And here's Marty gorging himself at the reception.

Edie sniffed out the fact that we were all going to play games after the reception ended and everyone cleared out, so she kept reminding us all night how excited she was to play games after the reception was over. Like, all night. She sits down at the table, says, "I'm excited for games after the reception." She gets her snacks, says, "I'm excited for games after the reception." They cut the cake, she whispers, "I'm not going to go to bed because we're playing games at night."

At night, we all gathered in the living room to play games, and she was beyond excited to play. We didn't get started until about 10:00, though, so before long, she was flagging. She laid down next to me on the couch and said, "Maybe I'll just watch for a little bit." She was asleep in seconds.

She had the right idea, because we had to be up really early the next day to clear out from the farmhouse and head up to the second (!!) wedding, which was a little more than an hour away. We made it, but some of us were more cheerful than others when we got there.

Edie was probably the most cheerful, because she got to be a FLOWER GIRL OH MY GOODNESS

She didn't particularly know what she was doing, but fortunately, the groom's daughter acted as the Senior Flower Girl, so Edie could just follow her around and scatter the petals. She had a great time.

Marty wasn't doing quite as well. He was pretty tired from the night before, and it was hot, and all he wanted to do was run around and play in the creek next to the venue. We didn't let him, since it would have completely ruined the ceremony, so he sat in his stroller, getting angrier and angrier. His older, but somehow shrimpier cousin, decided to try pushing him around.

It, uh, didn't work like they hoped?

The reception was much more fun than your typical wait in line to congratulate the happy couple-type reception. We ate burritos and played bingo, and let me just say, I am seriously considering getting married all over again so I can do something like this.

Edie had a blast with the bingo cards, although she wasn't really bothered with the numbers that were being called out.

(I think she's winking in this picture? It could also just be that she's gigantically unphotogenic.)

After lunch and everything were over, we were all exhausted from sitting in the heat for so long. Marty was going crazy and desperately needed to go to sleep. So as much as we love our family, we picked everything up and took off for the day. If you're just reading this now and wondering where we went at the reception, sorry?

Summer vacation, part 1

As challenging as it is to travel with two smallish children in tow, we decided to go ahead and take a two-week trip earlier this month. We were excited to see family, see two weddings, and generally have a change of pace for a while. We were reminded, shortly into the trip, that being squeezed into a row of airplane seats with a toddler is less of a joy and more of a burden.

The boy was weighty as he fidgeted on our laps, but despite a series of delays putting us in Utah well after midnight, we made it to our destination and started the first leg of our journey. We got up to our family's cabin on Saturday, just in time to ride on the teeter-totter and see a slew of cousins. Edie was thrilled to get a chance to show off her toys to all the girls.

Marty was thrilled to see, well, stuff he could cram in his mouth.

All eight of the grandkids on my side were at the cabin this year, which was hilarious, since they're all five and under. My mom put together a bunch of games for them to play, and while a couple of the older ones valiantly tried, most of them just ran around the park and screamed at each other, which was pretty great.

We had an egg hunt, we splashed each other with water, and generally had a fun time running around outside.

The cabin is a lot of fun for the little kids, and not just because there are plenty of fragile items on the shelves to grab and destroy. There's the aforementioned teeter-totter, which everyone loved.

You can bake in the kitchen.

If you get lucky, you can see wildlife, like these two moose that are definitely in this picture. (They're far away, and we didn't care to get too much closer.)

There's Yellowstone, which not only features spectacular natural beauty, but also a gift shop with a stuffed bear.

And there's a big couch which is perfect for naps.

We got to spend four days here with family, and everyone had a wonderful time. Sure wish we got to see cousins more often.

In the back yard

It's pretty much summer out here now, which sadly means that I get to spend every Saturday mowing the lawn. It's tough work, but the kids get really excited to see the short grass and run around on it. I'm not wild about going back outside into the 10,000% humidity and battling swarms of mosquitos, but it makes them happy, so we do it.

Here's Marty barely able to contain himself on the grass.

In case you're wondering, yes, those are teal and black sandals, and yes, they are awesome.

He loved running around and grabbing everything he could find. He wasn't content to stay near the house, either. In the blink of an eye, he was gone, all the way out as far as he could go.

Edie likes running around, too, but she's starting to prefer activities that are a little more focused. After a couple of minutes, she asked me if we could blow bubbles.

Well, sure.

She's not particularly talented at blowing bubbles, but it doesn't lessen her enjoyment. After a few subpar bubble excursions, she stopped blowing and started waving the wand around in the air. It worked pretty well, which gave both kids a lot of bubbles to stomp on.

When they aren't running around on the short grass, they're running around like maniacs inside and stealing all of my possessions. Nearly every day, as soon as I get home from work, Marty runs up to me, yells "dada!", and swipes my shoes once I get them off. Here he is wearing my shoes and as little else as he was allowed.

Looks pretty much just like me, if I may say so myself.

Memorial Day

Every year, our church holds a Memorial Day picnic. Everyone looks forward to it, there's always too much food, and all the kids get to run around on the playground at the state park. It's great!

This year was no exception, except that there was a light drizzle falling the whole time. Fortunately, that didn't affect the amount of food that was there.

Edie found the plate of tomato slices that were there to be put on burgers. She didn't really see the need for anything else, so she just loaded up her plate full of tomato slices and called it a day. (Okay, that's not strictly true. She got a bunch of cookies, too.)

Marty chose a different approach and found a Klondike bar, which he ate with great enthusiasm.

The rain kept falling all afternoon, which kept most of us huddled under the pavilion, but didn't dampen the kids' spirits at all. Edie ran out into the rain and played cornhole with some other kids. She kept running over to me to provide updates on how her team is doing. "The team is winning!" "The team is still in the lead!" "The team hit me with the beanbag!"

Marty also played out in the rain, but didn't really seem bothered with rules or any sort of organization at all. Instead, he found a big muddy puddle by the side of the pavilion and wallowed in it for about an hour, much the same as a prize pig might.

He's absolutely soaked and filthy in this picture, but it's difficult to tell. His shorts were just a little bit too big for him, too, so most of the people at the picnic were watching him and casting bets on when the pants would completely fall off.

They never did, but boy, did they come close.

His diaper, as you may be able to notice, is almost completely brown because of how much he was sitting in the mud. He was thoroughly disgusting. He was also the star of the picnic. Everyone loved watching him frolic around, and many people commented on how much they loved his "SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE" shirt, which Tamsen made for him, because of course she did.

All told, we had a great time, and both kids were very sad when we had to go home.

On the couch

We watch maybe a little more TV than we ought to, but dang it, the kids can be so cute when they're sitting around watching TV. Take the girl, for instance. When she's not screaming about how we need to be watching Paw Patrol Play-Doh videos right now, she can flash a winning smile with the best of them.

Marty doesn't tend to smile much while watching TV, but he does sit very placidly on the couch and mumble "Peppa, Peppa" to himself while watching, well, mostly Peppa Pig.

Marty is getting better and better about talking, which is alternately fun and bizarre. It's nice to be able to ask him if he does or does not want to eat something rather than guessing and having him scream at us. Earlier this week, though, he was throwing everything on the ground, and rather than asking whether or not he wanted to eat specific foods, I just threw up my hands and said, "Marty, what do you want?" He quickly responded, "black girls!"

Now, in retrospect, I'm pretty sure he meant to say "pretzels," which we have and he eats often, but this was much funnier, so we went with it. And even better, my co-worker, who is a single black woman, told me that she was indeed available. Wedding bells soon!

Mother's Day

Our little town here in Tennessee is famous for strawberries, and we make a point every year to go to our favorite strawberry patch and pick as much as we can to prepare for the year ahead. This year was Edie's fifth trip (she's been every year she's been alive), so she's an old pro. She knew exactly which berries to go for and did a pretty good job filling up her bucket.

This year was Marty's second trip, and his first in which he was permitted outside of a stroller. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, which suited him just fine. Edie told me before we left that her job would be to keep Marty from getting "tangled," which turned out to be pretty prescient. He spent a lot of time ignoring the strawberries and climbing through as many plants as he could. Unfortunately, it turns out that he's either allergic to strawberries or the plants and leaves, because he had a pretty swollen face by the time we were all finished.

Astute readers may notice that he's wearing new boots in this picture. Tamsen got tired of him swiping Edie's boots every chance he got and just bought him some boots of his own. They arrived earlier this week, and once they did, he took them out of the box, put them carefully on his feet, looked up at Tamsen, and distinctly said, "DA-yum!"

Little man loves his boots.

Today is Mother's Day, and we celebrated by letting Mama sleep for a while and then being kind enough to snuggle for a bit after she got up. Here she is cuddling with the boy.

These kids, sometimes they're pretty alright. Marty concluded this touching moment by pouring his water bottle all over some library books, though, so sometimes they aren't so alright.

Sing it with me: All by myself, don't wanna be, all by myself, anymore...

Sam is out of town for his brother's graduation, so it's up to me to report on the doings of our kids this week. Faced with four days of solo parenting I was prepared to enter power-saver parenting mode, you know, where you let your kids do and eat and destroy whatever they want because it would take too much energy to consistently parent them? Then I was reminded that we had library books due on Saturday. And I couldn't just drive up, drop them off, and drive away, because Edie has certain expectations for Library Saturdays, all because Sam is a "good parent."

So I took both the kids to the library.

Marty found a giant stuffed dog to play with, as well as a book of Peppa Pig stories. He's a boy of few words (gum, mama, dada, done) but he knows who Peppa is and will point to the TV and say "Peppa!" quite clearly. So this book was quite a get, or so I thought until I realized I would have to read all the stories in a British accent. (My accent started out pretty good, then I slowly drifted into a Cary Grant impersonation that was hard to recover from.)

Edie picked out a few books, then found an iPad with Sesame Street games on it, and after that I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get her to leave. 

Marty this week:

1. Has enjoyed eating watermelon and pizza rolls
2. Has decided he doesn't want to hold my hand when walking to the car
3. Has been peeing through everything. So much laundry, so so much.
4. Has been dressing up. Every time I turn around he's wearing somebody else's shoes, or a silly hat.

Edie this week:

1. Has become very competitive about eating. I blame her "dinner winner" treasure map plate. She doesn't like it if I finish my meal before her. She'll look at my empty plate and tell me "You're not a winner! You are second!" I tell her it's not a contest*, but she disagrees.

2. Has been Teacher's Helper at school. She's coming out of her shell a bit, and apparently has a knack for telling the other kids what they're supposed to be doing.

3. Has been wearing her ducky boots rain or shine. Mostly because if they're not on her feet, Marty's got his grubby hands on them.
4. Has been getting ready for bed as quickly as possible so she can have two stories instead of one. She especially likes to make sure that she and Marty are wearing matching pajamas.

Last but not least, please enjoy my April video roundup:

*Seriously, I could eat this kid under the table**, no contest.
**But I won't, because the floor is sticky under there.