Thursday, July 03, 2008

meanwhile....

...back at Grandma's house....


Here's what our little girl was doing while we were busy in Chicago.


Swimming





Using the hose



Using the hose to fill up the back of the car (and then getting in to "swim!")






Playing with Mommy's old Raggedy Ann doll (Grandma told her it used to be Mommy's, so she started calling it "Mommy").




Playing Super Bunny, climbing up in the high chair over and over (and over and over, according to Grandma)



Playing at the park



They went out for pizza, chicken, and ice cream. Seriously. Heaven for my two year old.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

corn

Her first ever corn on the cob....


First she finished up Daddy's ear,




And then she got one of her own.




Chicago





Okay, so here's the story of our trip for those who care to hear about it. I've been working on it for two days, so I hope someone wants to hear about it!

Thursday after work I picked my husband up and we left right from there. We headed to my parents' house, which is about two and a half hours north. It was nice that our little one was already up there and we didn't have to worry about entertaining her. We enjoyed adult conversation and arrived in time to play with her for about an hour before bathtime. She was happy to see us but clearly was in heaven at Grandma's house. The living room was covered in toys and she walked around like she owned the place.

We decided to take the train because it was cheaper than paying for gas and for parking in downtown Chicago (what we saved in parking alone would have paid for our tickets!). Friday morning we left for the train station at 5:45. When we arrived we found out it was running about a half hour late. Not a huge deal, since we were only a few minutes early in the first place, so we really only had to wait about 45 minutes. The train came and we left. All was fine for the first hour or two. We made a few stops and moved quickly in between the stops. But a couple hours into the trip we started slowing down. And then stopping now and then for no reason. We learned that freight trains have the right of way, so Amtrak trains need to yield to them and allow them to pass. This slowed us down tremendously and we were over an hour late arriving at Union Station in Chicago.

We took a cab to our hotel--the craziest cab ride ever. The driver sped down the roads and around the corners so quickly that we were moving all over the back seat and holding on for dear life! We kept looking at each other with big eyes, thinking, "What is this guy doing??" But we made it. They had a room ready for us, even though it was way before check in time, so we were able to go up to our room to drop off our stuff and decide what we would do with our day. We had planned things ahead of time, but it was supposed to rain, so we kind of left some things up in the air, depending on the weather.

We set off walking for the boat dock on the river to buy our tickets for an architectural boat tour. You're supposed to buy them ahead of time because they sell out on the weekends, so we bought our tickets for Sunday morning. Then we walked down to Grant Park, where the Taste of Chicago had just started that morning. We decided to do that for lunch, so we bought our strips of tickets and pushed our way through the crowds to buy little samples of various Chicago food. It was pretty crazy--very crowded, hot, humid, and expensive. But like I told my husband, it was a once in a lifetime thing and I'm glad we experienced it.

At Grant Park is the famous Buckingham Fountain. And they had the Clydesdale Horses there as well...my husband made me pose for this picture.

We then continued on to the Field Museum. My husband was excited about seeing Sue, the dinosaur. It was an interesting place, but my feet were already hurting from all of the walking we had done, so it was hard to want to walk around some more and look at things. We stayed a couple of hours and then left. We found out that in the summer Chicago has a free trolley system that runs to most of the famous, touristy spots, so we waited for that, unwilling to walk all the way back to our hotel on already exhausted feet.

We rested a bit, cleaned up, and set out for deep dish Chicago pizza for dinner. There are many places to choose from, but we chose Giordanos because it was pretty close and had good reviews. Well, everyone else must've read those reviews too because we had to wait an hour to get seated! They have you pre order your pizza, though, so it didn't take too long after we sat down to eat. While we were there we met a family from the next suburb over from ours. It's always fun to meet people on vacation from where you are from. And we always seem to manage to do that, no matter where we go! Anyway, the pizza was great.

We had a great view from our hotel room, by the way. The Wrigley Building clock tower was easy to see, and straight ahead was the new Trump tower, still under construction. It was a beautiful view at night too with all of the lights.

Saturday we left after breakfast at the hotel for the hop on-hop off trolley tour of the city. I always like doing these in big cities, even though they're as touristy as it gets, because you get to visit all of the important spots and see the city while learning little tidbits here and there about the city. We decided we'd ride all the way around (it was a two hour tour) and then go around again if we wanted to see something and get off. So we drove around in a double decker bus seeing the sights, like the Sears Tower, Navy Pier, Chinatown, and Oprah's studio. The second time around we stopped at Hancock Tower, currently the second tallest building (soon to be eclipsed, however). We took the elevator to the restaurant on the 95th floor (the top). There we had lunch and enjoyed some spectacular views.


When we came down we went to see the Water Tower (one of the two buildings to survive the Chicago fire) and I briefly walked into the American Girl store on Michigan Avenue just because I wanted to see what it was like (you know, I have a daughter who will someday likely be interested, so I wanted to see what the hoopla was all about). I didn't see much because you have to go upstairs to see most of it, and it was crowded and my husband was waiting outside, so I decided not to take the time.
That night decided to check out Navy Pier, also as touristy as touristy gets. We were going to take the free trolley down there, but after waiting forever for one to come, it was so packed that we couldn't fit on it. We had to walk--much to my dismay, since my feet were still killing me. We got there and it was just wall to wall people, food, souvenirs, and rides. I didn't like it. We hung around a little bit so my husband could take pictures and then decided to go up in the ferris wheel, because he had never ridden one before (yeah, that was news to me, too!). We had great views of the skyline and I'm glad we went.




We decided to head back soon after that. We went to wait for the free trolley. Just as we were walking up one was pulling away. They supposedly run every 20 minutes. We waited. And waited. And waited. We even saw the 10:15 fireworks we thought we would miss because we were heading back early. I would've much rather have been on a trolley. People who were waiting too started dropping like flies, taking cab after cab because it was taking so long for another trolley. Unfortunately I had left my purse at the hotel which held all of our cash, so we couldn't get a cab. After about a half hour of waiting we decided to start walking back (on my poor, exhausted, aching feet). Wouldn't you know it....as soon as we left, another trolley pulled up. We tried not to think about it, but we were both so frustrated. I kept trying to look at it as, "Look at all the extra exercise we got!" (But who was I kidding? I really wanted to ride!)

Anyway, we made it back. Sunday was our boat ride. It was really interesting, as we went up and down the Chicago River learning about the history and architecture of the various buildings.

After the boat ride we went back to check out of our hotel, and they held our bags for us for the rest of the day, since our train wasn't leaving until 7:05 pm. We went to Millennium Park after that. We had been there briefly on Friday, but my husband wanted to take some pictures, so we went back. There's this really weird bean shaped sculpture, which we enjoyed. It's a mirror, so you can take a picture of yourself taking a picture.
They also have two towers of glass which pour water over the sides. Every so often an image appears behind the glass. In this picture the face started spitting out a fountain of water! There were kids galore playing in the water and couldn't wait for this to happen. We were wishing our daughter was here with us at this point because she would've loved playing in the water.Next we went and had lunch (sitting outside right under the El--it was SO loud!), and then passed time going up the escalators at the old Marshall Field's (now Macy's). We were waiting for our commuter train which would take us out to Hyde Park, where the museum of Science and Industry is located. My husband was interested in seeing the German U-Boat sub they have there. So we found the subway station we needed, asked until we found the right train, and made our way outside of town to the museum. We got there around 3, my husband's tour of the sub was at 3:30, and he got done at 4. Our train back was at 4:40! That didn't leave us much time to see the rest of this huge museum. So we did a quick run through and then left to go get our train back to downtown. There was a lot to see and we decided we'll have to go back when R is a little older, because there's a lot there for kids.

We walked back toward our hotel (yes, more walking....) and ate dinner close by. We went back to get our luggage and the door man was trying to get a cab for us, but it was raining and they were all taken. He stood in the street forever whistling (he whistled SO loudly and it echoed through the streets--it was funny) but no one came. Meanwhile it was getting closer and closer to the time we had to catch our train home! Finally a limo came and stopped. He said he'd charge us the same as a cab, so we rode a limo to the train station! Instead of enjoying it, though, I was all stressed that he was going to charge us more and our cash was dwindling! But he was true to his word and it cost about the same as our first cab ride.
We found out which track we needed and then found a huge line of people waiting to get on the train. There was a lady I nicknamed the Train Nazi, because she was ordering everyone around and wouldn't let us walk past a certain point until she was ready for us. Finally we were allowed out to the train, but then we had to wait until they told us which car to get in. We were confused and got in the wrong car, so they sent us back. They were all so stressed and could've all been called "Train Nazis" because of the way they were shouting orders. So we got all stressed, too. Finally we found the right car, got seats, and then were told we were supposed to be upstairs! It was a double decker train. So we had to leave again and find different seats. Ugh. Finally we found them and I called home to let my parents know we had made it, and to say goodnight to our little one. She had just gone to bed, so I was really sad to have missed her. I wouldn't get to see her until the morning.
Well, we had a very, very slow ride home. We were supposed to get in at 11:55, but at 11 we were still in South Bend, IN, which is only about halfway! We didn't get in until 1:30ish in the morning. My poor dad had to get up to come get us at the train station. And then he had to get up and go to work the next day! But we finally made it and I was happy to see my girl the next day, even though I was completely exhausted. We drove back home and all took naps when we got here. Yesterday I napped while she was napping, too, and I woke up finally feeling caught up.
It was a fun trip, and great to spend time together without having to worry about entertaining our daughter. We missed her, but we enjoyed the time away. It's good to be home, though, too.

Monday, June 30, 2008

seven years

(this picture was taken yesterday morning on our architectural boat tour on the Chicago River)


Seven years ago today I became a wife. June 30, 2001 was a very hot and sunny day, and we were married in an un-air conditioned church! But it was a happy day and it's been a happy seven years. Seven years sounds like a long time, and I really have a hard time remembering my life before he came along, but on the other hand our wedding day sometimes seems like yesterday!

Some of the things I remember best about that day (besides the heat) are:
*waking up early and baking breakfast rolls for my husband-to-be. My friend, Faith, delivered them to him at his hotel with a card. We didn't see each other until the wedding, but I did talk to him once that morning. Faith's boyfriend (now husband), Erick, incidentally, had arrived at our house late the night before. He was sleeping down in our basement, while Faith was sharing my room upstairs. My dad hadn't remembered that he was sleeping down there, so he locked the basement door like he always does. In the morning he tried to come upstairs and couldn't get up! He called my parents' phone from his cell phone and said, "Hello, Mrs. B? This is Erick from down in the basement....." It was hilarious. Poor Erick. I'll never forget that.
*having a breakdown at the reception hall a few hours before the wedding because I was so stressed trying to answer everyone's questions who was there trying to help me decorate. My mom calmed me down and everything was happy again.
*getting my hair done with all of my bridesmaids.
*crying while saying my vows and having my almost-husband reach up and gently wipe the tear away with his finger--it was so sweet.
*smiling for pictures until my face hurt
*driving back to my parents' house in between pictures and the reception with my brand new husband, best man, and maid of honor just so we could relax and sit in the air conditioning for a few mintues and get something cold to drink. It was nice to just sit and not smile for a few minutes!! (Oh, and it's probably TMI, but I also remember while I was there trying to use the bathroom in my big poofy wedding dress and having to ask my maid of honor to come help me! We couldn't stop laughing.)
*waltzing with my Dad to "Daddy's Little Girl"
*not getting a piece of my own wedding cake! :(
*being so tired at the end of the reception and just wanting to leave, but my friends had covered our car with opened up oreos and filled it with balloons. I know it was all in fun, but I was so tired that I just started crying because all I wanted to do was leave and we had to clean up the huge mess before we could drive anywhere. In retrospect, I behaved horribly towards my friends, who were just trying to have fun....I wish I could change that.
*stopping on the way to the hotel at the gas station so my husband could further clean the greasy oreo filling off the windshield!

These aren't all the happiest of memories, I've realized, but they are just the unique things that happened that day...... It really was a happy day overall! Mostly I just remember marrying the man I love and being so happy about beginning our new life together.

So we didn't really celebrate our anniversary today--the weekend in Chicago was our celebration which I'll write about tomorrow or the next day. We didn't get back to my parents' from the train until 2 AM this morning (it's a long story), and then I got up at 6 this morning to see my little girl, who I missed like crazy, and then driving back home, so we're both really exhausted. So it doesn't really seem like our anniversary, but we had a fun celebration this weekend, and I can't wait to see what the next seven...seventeen...and seventy years hold for us together.

Happy Anniversary, B! I love you!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

freedom and tears

In a strange turn of events, I ended up childless today. Here's what happened: My mom came down yesterday to babysit while I taught my first scrapbook class (more on that later). She spent the night in order to babysit again this morning while I taught my class. So last night my husband and I went out for a little bit since we had the chance for a date. We got ice cream and went to Barnes and Noble, which used to be a favorite inexpensive hangout of ours. Now we hardly ever get to go there, because who wants to go to a bookstore with a two year old trying to pull the books off the shelves?

So while we were out and enjoying our freedom my husband said, jokingly, "Maybe your mom could take R home with her tomorrow!" See, we're headed up to her house tomorrow evening because we're leaving Friday morning on the train for our long weekend in Chicago. She and my dad are keeping R. If she took her up today when she left, she could leave at naptime, a quiet trip int he car, and that would save us from having to drive her up in the late afternoon when she's at her fussiest. But this was said as a joke. We weren't expecting it to happen.

This morning I told my mom what he had said, also jokingly. She answered, "Well, I had already thought about that." The more we talked about it, the more it seemed like a good idea--if she went up today I would have more time to pack and get ready for the trip. It didn't hit me until I put R's suitcase in the car and my mom was putting R's shoes and socks back on to get ready to go. I started tearing up. It's been almost a year since the last time we left her. It was awful then, and it was awful now, saying goodbye.

But after a few tears and then getting busy with all that I have to do, I realized how freeing it is to have this break. I went out and about running errands and so forth and didn't have to worry about a fussy girl needing a diaper, snack, or entertainment. I could stay out as long as I needed to. It's hard to remember when life was always like this! I don't long for those days at all--I adore my girl and being her mom, but every once in awhile it's nice to get a glimpse of the freedom again.

So tomorrow I have another day of freedom and after my husband gets off work we'll drive up to my parents' to see our sweet girl again, just before she's due to go to bed. We'll leave before dawn the next day on the train for Chicago. I'll have my computer there, but don't know how much time I'll take to do any posting. We'll see.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Super Bunny and other oddities

While we were on vacation my daughter saw an episode of Max and Ruby where Max was listening to his favorite radio show called "Super Bunny." (I could expound here about how much I dislike that show, but she loves it, so occasionally we let her watch it, as it's on after dinner when we're all tired and need a little bit of a break--it's not bad, it's just annoying because Max always gets in trouble, Ruby is such a know it all, and besides, where in the world are their parents??). Anyway, he had on a red cape and was running around the house trying to save things while he listened. That night before bed she took her beloved purple blanket (she's so attached to that thing and it's a good thing we only allow her to have it in bed, because on vacation when she was allowed to have it in the car and hotel she hardly touched anything else. She's seriously obsessed) and put it around her shoulders like a cape. She started running through the hotel room yelling, "Super Bunny!"

It's become a daily event now. Every morning she wakes up, stands up in her crib, puts it around her shoulders and declares herself to be Super Bunny. When I come in she says, "Super Bunny, book?" That means she would like me to sit with her in the rocking chair in her room with her blanket wrapped around her and read a book. This has now become a daily routine, too. After naptime it's the same thing. The only reason I've agreed to it is because it gets her out of bed. Prior to "Super Bunny book time" she would lay and play in bed for a half hour or so after her nap was over just because she wanted more time with her precious blanket. Now it's a quick book and then she's ready to put the blanket back in bed and go downstairs to go about our day.

When we put her to bed at night we'll often hear her talking in the monitor for a few minutes before she falls asleep and inevitably we hear at least one, "Super Bunny!" and know exactly what she's doing.

Tonight she took an afghan from off the couch and started being Super Bunny in the living room instead.

Here's another weird fact about my daughter. She takes her socks off during every nap and pushes them to the floor behind her crib. I've started taking her socks off before her nap because if I forget then I have to pull her crib away from the wall after she wakes up and rescue the lost socks (and usually find several other pairs back there as well). I don't even bother putting socks on her after her bath at night for this very reason. She seems to prefer being barefoot. Which is strange to me because both my husband and I really don't like being barefoot. Where did she learn this?

Speaking of where she learned things....she has another very strange behavior that we can't explain. Whenever she gets excited about things she likes to throw herself on the ground or bend over and put her head on the floor, looking backwards between her legs. Where in the world did that come from? Last week we went to story time at the library. We hadn't been in awhile, so it seemed new to her. At the last minute my friend, Allecia and her son, Kaden walked in. I hadn't told her they were coming because I didn' t know for sure if they'd be there, so she was very surprised to see them. Well, she was so thrilled to see them that she proceeded to throw herself on the floor and kick her legs throughout the story time. It was rather embarrassing. I took her in the back of the room once and told her to stop (she could've easily kicked someone because there were a lot of kids there), and then we went up and tried again. She was better, but at the end she got excited about one of the songs they were singing and she did the same thing. This time I got up and left with her, since she had already been told to stop. She cried and carried on quite a bit about that. I was going to try again this morning, but I had too much to do and didn't make it. We'll try again soon and see if she's any better.


Today was definitely a "ugh...she's two" kind of day. Constant fussiness, a public scene (crying and carrying on because I put a toy back after she had said "all done car" and handed the car back to me! I put it away and started walking away. She decided she wasn't done with it after all but I wouldn't go back and get it for her. She didn't like that one bit and made sure the whole store knew it. We left. Quickly.), and testing Mommy and Daddy over and over. We did a lot of disciplining today. It was exhausting. And then tonight she was going back and forth between us giving us hugs and kisses--how can she be such a stinker one minute and then be so darn sweet the next???

Friday, June 20, 2008

in the club

Well, after two years of searching here, there, and everywhere for other moms who stay home with their kids (all of my friends with kids work or live far away), I've decided to join the local MOMS club (it's a national organization and they capitalize 'MOMS'...not sure if it's an acronym or what, but I'll copy off of them). I'm not much for clubs, but in order to be included in the activities you have to join, so I decided to give it a try for the year and see if I liked it. I actually looked into it a long time ago, but they couldn't figure out what group I fit in because of where my neighborhood is located (I'm kind of in between suburbs), but since it was such a struggle I gave up. I finally decided it was time to persevere and figure it out so I tried again.



A month or so ago we went to a 'meet and greet' playdate at a local park. I met a woman from my neighborhood and found out the new president lives across the street from me! Who knew...they've lived across the street from us for two years and I didn't even know she stayed home with her kids! That's what happens when everyone spends all of their times playing in their back yards with tall fences. You don't get to know the neighbors very well. Anyway, right after that we went on vacation, so I didn't join until after we got back. So today I went to my first official activity, which was a potluck picnic lunch at the house across the street. They have a great clubhouse/swingset which my little one loved, but the hit for her was the portable Little Tikes bounce house! There were only a few moms and kids there, but that made it better for me to get to know people. I met someone else from our neighborhood (who knew there were several stay at home moms in the neighborhood!?) and a few others who don't live too far away.



We'll see how things progress. It takes me a long time to get to know people, but I'll never get started unless I try it.

Monday, June 16, 2008

my summer job

EDITED--See the end



So I've got this "summer job" of sorts.




I'm going to teach a scrapbook class to kids at a day camp.



My friend used to teach kindergarten at a Jewish school in town (no, she's not Jewish--they had a Hebrew studies teacher and an English studies teacher...she taught the English studies). The parents of one of her students asked her if she would teach a class for the Jewish day camp that they run in the summers. She's likely going to be moving away this summer if their house sells (pause...while I wipe away my tears...I'm very, very sad about this, as she's my dearest friend in the entire world) and didn't want to take the job, but asked me if I would be interested. It pays well plus it's only eight mornings over the course of the next four weeks. It doesn't take a lot of time and I thought it would be fun to get out of the house and do something different and to teach something I love to kids (getting to use my teaching skills, which I really miss).

So tonight I met with the couple who run the camp. It sounds very interesting and I'm looking forward to it, though I'm still unsure about what to teach them. And it starts next week! Each class is only an hour long, but with stragglers and cleaning up at the end I'll really only have 45-50 minutes each time. I can't accomplish much myself when I'm working on my own scrapbook in 45-50 minutes. Kids who have probably never scrapbooked before really won't be able to. So I have to really pare down what I plan to do with them. And I have to keep reminding myself that it doesn't have to be a masterpiece.

So here's my question. If your child (daughter--age 8-12) was in a scrapbook class that you were paying for, what would you hope they would learn/accomplish in a one hour class?

EDIT: I seriously doubt that there will be boys in the class. They told me the boys always choose the sports options, or possibly, in a few instances, cooking, but they really don't think there will be boys. Sorry, Dad, but I doubt that there will be many golf or minor league baseball parks scrapbooked in these books.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

home again

It was a loooooooooooooooooooooooong trip home, but we made it--Friday around 4:00 we finally pulled into our driveway. It's good to be home.



Our little one did pretty well in the car, but not as well as on the way down. And if I have to listen to the same two Dora episodes ever again, I think I'll....oh, I don't know....I just really don't want to hear those again! I had two Nick Jr. DVDs from the library and they had different episodes of some of her favorite shows--Dora, Jack's Big Music Show, Max and Ruby, Blue's Clues, etc. I had other videos too--Wiggles, Laurie Berkner, etc....but what did she want to watch over and over and over? Dora. Oh, and Blue's Clues too. The same two episodes of that, too. But I'm not going to complain anymore about it--those four episodes provided us with a lot of peace and quiet!



No pictures today--I'm pictured out for awhile, I think.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

our last day

Today was our last full day here. We leave tomorrow morning and will drive a little over halfway and stay again in Virginia (a little further from where we stayed last time).

So here's today's rundown....

Down Time after Breakfast (this is what she's been doing most of the time that we're in our room--taking her shells out of her bucket, counting them, putting them back in, taking them out, and starting all over again--she counted to ten this morning correctly all by herself!)

Jockey's Ridge State Park--the sand dune place we went a few days ago when it was super duper hot. Today it was cooler and much more pleasant. We hiked up and saw hang gliders. Our daughter rode in the backpack on my husband's back for part of the way, but then decided to climb the rest of the way herself. She did great! She hiked part of the way back down, too, and then wanted to ride some more in the backpack.


The North Carolina Aquarium
Here she's looking at sting rays and trying to touch them.




She loved watching the dive show and went right up to the diver! We had to go move her out of the way so the woman giving the talk wouldn't trip over her! That's our fearless girl! (The picture didn't turn out very well but you get the idea....)

Our Beach--Kite Surfers (we were swimming in the pool and got out to watch these surfers)

Dinner--I tried soft shelled crab for the first time. It's fresh from the ocean here and you eat the whole thing, unlike regular crab legs that you pick the meat out--it was strange, but I liked it. I had to ask the waitress how to eat it!

Right outside the window of the restaurant was this osprey nest. You could see babies in the nest and the mother had a fish for them.


I doubt that I'll write for a few days. We'll be driving tomorrow and the next day, so there won't be much to write about. So farewell from the Outer Banks!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

day four

Mostly pictures today....I have a huge headache and don't feel like writing. It was a fun day...just frustrating to deal with a headache when I'm trying to have a good time!

So here's what we did today....

Cape Hatteras


Driving on the Beach

Playing at the Beach



Catching some Rays

Playing at the Pool