Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Less than one month late!!

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

After Hurricane Harvey wreaked havoc in Houston, it came toward Nashville, and dumped some rain on us as well. School was canceled on Friday because of flooded roads, so our Labor Day weekend plans were in jeopardy for a while. But on Saturday morning things looked clear, so our camping plans were back on. 

We had intended to leave mid-day on Friday and camp Friday and Saturday nights. We knew by Wednesday evening that wasn't happening. So while we had planned some on paper, we hadn't actually gone grocery shopping or cooked or packed anything on Friday. We spent Friday night having a loaves and fishes dinner with our neighbors and camping partners and introduced all the kids to the original Parent Trap. 

Saturday morning the weather had moved on and at 8:30 we decided to shift our camping reservation to Saturday and Sunday nights. Kyle ran to the grocery, I started cleaning and packing. He came home and I started cooking while he finished packing. (The van was a joy for him to pack! He loved all the space!)  

We pulled out of our driveway at 1:30. Not bad for 5 hours. 

We drove up to Edgar Evins State Park at Center Hill Lake. The park camping spots were full when we'd tried to make reservations several weeks ago, so we had booked at a small private campground just outside the park. It was an interesting place. There were a handful of permanent residents; that always makes a Campground unique. But we had a nice, shady, grassy spot to pitch our tent and start our fire, and the people were friendly. 

We got camp set up and ate a snack and then headed into the park. We had a 5:30 reservation for a sunset pontoon cruise with a ranger in Center Hill Lake. The cruise was lovely and the ranger shared a lot about the dam and the history of the lake, which was created by the Army Corps of Engineers. We learned all about the short-lived freshwater pearl business that thrived there for about 15 years, and about the homeowners who were sold lake-front property but only later learned they had no access to the water. 

The temperature dropped dramatically in the two hours or so we were on the water, so while we started the trip comfortable in shorts and t-shirts, but were all pretty cold by the time we got off. The Marina in the park had a restaurant and live music--and the Manimal really wanted to stay and listen--but we headed home to our campfire (and sweatshirts) quickly after the boat trip. 

We warmed up over a board dinner (cheese, crackers, tapenade, nuts and salami). The kids went down quickly with only a little silliness. I sat in the tent and sang them to sleep before going back out to sit around the fire with Kyle. 

Sunday morning we were up early and started the morning with homemade breakfast burritos over the campfire. Hamish had high praise, calling them a "tiny bit better than Pop's"--McDonald's. Eh. I'll take it. 

We spent the morning inside the park, first the kids played at at the playground while we listened to church online, then we went to the park's interpretive center listening to a ranger talk ok snakes and meeting Pearl, an albino king snake. The interpretive center had a story area, so of course we stopped to read some books as well. 

When we got back to the campsite, our at-home neighbors had arrived and were just getting their tent set up. The kids were thrilled to see each other as always. We ate lunch together then headed to the Caney Fork River to get our canoes for an afternoon river float. 

The weather could not have been more lovely--amazing because we had been wearing sweatshirts that morning. We rented three canoes from Canoe the Caney. The company's logo is a pirate, and there was a real live, dressed up pirate at the shop. He was amazing with our littlest kids--gave them treats and each their own treasure map. He marked Xes and commissioned them to find treasure for his treasure chest. They were thrilled with the prospect. 

The Manimal fell in after about the first mile. He was looking over the edge of the canoe and just flipped in headfirst. He was wearing a life jacked of course and immediately bobbed safely to the surface safely, but he was terrified. I took one swipe to grab him as he went over, but couldn't get his life jacket so I jumped in after him. 

Kyle argues that maybe this was an overreaction. But I stand by the choice. 

Even though the water was shockingly cold and I was wearing clothes, not a bathing suit. Thankfully I had on some awesome water shoes. Thanks Mimi! 

We got the Manimal back in the boat as soon as Kyle turned around, but I couldn't jump in a canoe when I could barely stand. So I swam while all 3 boats paddled over to the shore. The Manimal continued to be in some distress: Get my Mommy!! But we ended up stopping for a snack break and all was well. Once the Manimal had calmed down he was happy and again fearless in the water. Hamish was intent on finding treasure for the Pirate. She was dug a bit and looked for the famous freshwater pearls. Then she settled for pretty shells and rocks. 

I dried off in the sunshine and the rest of the trip was uneventful, peaceful, and beautiful. Finally back to the office, the kids had to check in with their pirate and show him their treasure. He responded admirably and offered them each the chance to keep their bounty or add it to his treasure chest. They both chose to keep it. After another round of bathroom breaks we didn't get back to camp until nearly 6:30. Then it took us a while to get a fire going and arrange a cooking set up. 

We had our Dutch oven and a corn stew with chicken and sausage prepared, but that meant we needed the right kind of fire and a rack to hold the heavy pot. Kyle and Gary figured it with everyone else took turns getting cleaned up and we put the kids to work assembling grilled banana splits. The Manimal fell asleep hard on the short dive back from the canoe trip, but he finally woke up and joined us for dinner and dessert. Then everyone went to sleep. The kids were exhausted and the adults weren't too far behind them. 

Monday morning we woke up before the neighbors and spent a long leisurely morning drinking coffee and tea, eating breakfast, and reading. Once everyone else woke up, our friends had prepared a breakfast feast for the second morning and Hamish devised a new hammock technique that kept everyone entertained. We finally started moving toward breaking camp, and had the vans packed by noon. 

We headed back into the park and climbed the observation tower at the Edgar Evins ranger station then we started the 2-mile nature loop around the station. It was a beautiful trail and a tough one, but the kids did great. Everyone made discoveries: frogs, super letters, crazy caterpillars.


We stopped about a third of the way in when we found a trial spur to the Lake. We loved getting out into the sunshine and some of us took off shoes and soaked our feet in the water. Then we finished our hike and only had to really encourage and cajole for the last 20% of the trip. The Manimal rode on my shoulders for last 500 feet or so. #IworetheManimal

The kids finished the trip with another several trips up and down the tower (second wind) and a BBQ lunch. Then we headed home. 

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Our Manimal is three!

You are scrumptious and we love to eat you up. You asked Daddy once if he'd eaten you all up. When he said yes, you burst into tears.

You conquered your fear of bounce houses just in time for your birthday. Now, you explain, you are "brave of bounce houses."

You are "brave of" most everything, especially water. You'll jump in with no fear or hesitation. You love music: singing, playing the piano, dancing, or drumming most of the time. Bek, Nowie and Cubbie are still your best bed friends. If you're hurt or upset you'll just as likely to turn one of them for comfort as one of us. In fact, once you accidentally poked me and quickly jumped up to get me Bek so I would feel better.

When you're in the mood, you are wonderfully independent. You happily entertain yourself with your magnet blocks and trains, playing in the sandbox and playhouse, or pretending with Nowie and Cubbie. Until we finally took your doorknob cover off, you'd wake up early and cheerfully sing and chat with your babies or lay on your bed and drum a beat on the wall with your feet until your light came on and it was time to wake up.

Now that your doorknob cover is off, you're more likely to wake up at 5am to go potty, and never quite make it back to bed.

You adore your "Sissy" and copy everything she does; you are best friends. You miss her so much now that she has started kindergarten, but a couple of weeks in and you're getting used to one-on-one time with Daddy and really enjoying it. But as soon as she's home, you are busy telling her all your things (usually when she's also telling her things). "Sissy! Sissy, I need to tell you something!"

You are very opinionated about your clothes and your shoes, more than Sissy, certainly. You love your Blue Batman shirt, your rain boots, and your striped "conductor" hat. You prefer anything soft. There's a too-small striped long sleeved shirt that is a current favorite. Your little belly hangs out, but you dig it out of the laundry to wear because it is so soft.

Speaking of belly, yours is disappearing by the day. Hard to imagine considering all you eat, but your shape is becoming more little boy and less baby by the minute (your new short haircut did not help AT ALL!) You still have slight mid-forearm creases, but those are stretching out each day.

At night, when we tuck you in, you love to request bedtime songs. We've long ago left any published collection. Now you ask each night for some original composition, "with a tiny cow and a big chicken and a stick to jump over" or maybe "Cubbie and Cheetah and Bek and an airplane and a big stick" or perhaps "a boy that went to the park and he found a ball and Cubbie liked the ball and also he ate a popsicle." Then often we need to do a tiny kiss, then a big kiss: MWAH!

For your birthday--a school day for Sissy--Aunt Jenn and Uncle Jeff came to dinner and brought brownies and a birthday book: If You Give A Mouse A Brownie. You adore Aunt Jenn, Uncle Jeff, brownies, and the "If You Give A Mouse..." books. You were a happy boy.

We opened family presents and ate birthday cake the night before: more magnets, a baseball bat and balls, books, and Paw Patrol bandaids. You may have been most excited about the bandaids. As soon as you opened them you dropped to your knees, hopped up, and wailed about your boo-boos that needed bandaids. You got one for each leg immediately. We are somewhat rationing the rest.

We spent your celebration day at the Williamson County Fair. You petted the goats, looked at the baby pigs, farmed, watched a show, built a birdhouse, and we all rode the Ferris wheel. The last time
we went to the fair, you were just days away from joining us.

Life really is so much better with you here.

We love you, Bug.