Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Summer Fun

I’ve been waiting a long time to write that phrase – “summer fun.” I was sure all my bragging about the Connecticut sunny skies to my Seattle friends had jinxed us forever, when finally we’ve been seeing some shreds of summer weather. School’s been out for nearly two weeks and we’ve been having a blast.

Our first summer Tuesday we kicked off Camp Liberty. This co-op daycamp is the brainchild of three friends and mine and serves our collective nine children who get together two mornings a week for fun and learning. Each camp day starts with opening ceremonies, including the Pledge of Allegiance and singing time. At the first session, hosted by Jessica, the kids learned all about the Liberty Bell. The second session, at Tricia’s house, centered on freedom and the American flag. This morning’s session wove first-aid essentials into a teddy bear theme. I can’t wait for my turn to host on Thursday!

Amongst the structured activities we’re getting around to some fun local destinations. One afternoon last week found us at Ocean Beach Park with Nancy, Gabriel, and Madeline. That night the rain held off just enough for Nancy and Ben’s

Rivergods gig at Michael’s Dairy which had been rained out the week before. We’d been looking forward to this year’s event, and while the sprinkles kept some fans away, we had a great time.





Last Thursday afternoon we visited a local strawberry farm with MaryLynn and JJ, where in just over an hour the five of us picked twenty pounds of berries. All the way up and back we belted camp songs to the strains of Jessica’s most excellent Camp Liberty CD. Since then we’ve been happily ingesting strawberry-rhubarb jam, strawberry shortcake, strawberry milkshakes, and strawberry ice cream. Yum!

Last Friday night we braved forecasted thunderstorms and headed back to George Washington campground with Tricia, MaryLynn, and JJ. Chad proved the usual firemaster, ultimately conquering pine that was determined never to burn, while Tricia and I set up camp. The kids were entranced by the tiny creek dividing our two campsites, and after a scrumptious fire-cooked dinner convinced us to head down to the beach with them. In a rare scene, the clouds hovered high enough to sprinkle a fine rain through the warm light of a lingering sunset. Tricia and I chatted on the big rock, basking in the beautiful view and watching the kids play in the sand.

The next morning we ventured off on a two-mile hike, after which we headed out onto the lake. It was our first voyage with Tricia and Brad’s new boat – what fun to all be on the water at the same time. We wrapped up this camping trip jumping in the lake. Gavin showed off his swimming moves, Arwen was more comfortable in the water than ever before, and even I joined in the fun!

Stay tuned for lots more summer fun . . .

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Grandma & Grandpa: Father's Day

Father’s Day was especially fun with both Grandpa and Chad to celebrate with. We started with a special breakfast – and had time to enjoy it together, thanks to Chad’s abbreviated before-church meetings in honor of the holiday.



We’ve been working on church behavior with Gavin and Arwen for some time. A few weeks ago we hit upon an effective incentive – a pancake party for lunch to reward reverence and respect during our worship service. Chocolate chips somehow got thrown in for extra-good behavior, and this week I offered whipped cream to motivate Gavin to join in the singing. Both he and Arwen were in rare form this week sitting next to Grandma and Grandpa. I’ll always count as one of the proud moments of my life looking over during the sacrament hymn and hearing Gavin singing “Oh, it is wonderful . . . “ The feeling as I caught his eye was far more of a treat for me than the pancakes (though the multi-grain / chocolate / whipped cream combination was heavenly).

It just about takes a holiday for Chad to get a nap these days, and he did this Father’s Day. Meanwhile, Gavin and Arwen had their usual after-church Lego session while Merry and I whipped up a feast fit for two kings – barbecue pork with garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli, mile-high biscuits, and fruit salad. (We were all so stuffed, the pumpkin pie had to wait for breakfast the next morning.) And the gifts – the most memorable of which was Gavin’s poster complete with his visual and descriptive renditions of Chad (click the picture below for a good look).

As we settled down for some relaxation in the living room, the kids delivered their own a special Father’s Day treat. To the strains Chad’s favorite, Canon in D, they started dancing. Not just the usual random movements – something seemingly inspired by ballroom dance classes I took years ago at BYU. When Chad asked if they’d been practicing, Gavin came back with “No, it’s just natural.”

It looked so fun, Chad and I had to join in. Then the dancing somehow morphed into horsey rides with Grandpa, then to a full-blown wrestling match. What a great Father’s Day!

Grandma & Grandpa: Projects, Projects, Projects

After the subtle foreshadowing in the previous two posts, I’m sure you’re dying to hear about the tile project. Sometime the first morning Ken and Merry were here, I nonchalantly asked Ken if he was up to helping us tile the tub surround in our main bathroom. Maybe it’s just that I was oblivious while recovering from Arwen’s birth the first time we roped him into doing this in our Seattle house, but I was thinking it wouldn’t be that big a deal. Wrong.

I hadn’t forgotten that the project entails removing the walls around the tub. (Who could forget the massive mold formation we discovered under the existing Seattle tile?) I hadn’t exactly forgotten the need to re-plumb (though no one could have predicted the number of leaks that sprang up this time). And I definitely did not foresee the fact that the tub would be discovered to not be level after the new wallboard had been installed.

All in all, the tile ended up being a pretty consuming project for both Chad and Ken. I deeply appreciate all they did to get us on the path to the bathroom of my dreams! Now to finish removing that old wallpaper and order the light fixtures . . .

Lest you think the men had all the fun, Merry and I kept busy too. One morning she cleared through the cyclone of toys in the basement, motivating me to create those fussy little labels I’ve seen at certain friends’ houses, instructing forgetful family members and visitors alike on where everything is to be put away. (I'm proud to report they have actually been effective at keeping the playroom in order.)

Another day we sanded and applied Penofin to the 16 cedar boards that have been waiting to be assembled into Square Foot Gardening beds. By the time we were washing the brushes out with paint thinner, it became very clear to me why I’d been putting that project off for so long.

And throughout our stay, Merry managed to stay one step ahead every load of laundry, dirtied dish, and muddied floor we threw her way. I really appreciate all she does to help keep our house running while she’s here.

Thanks Ken and Merry for all you do to support us!

Grandma & Grandpa: Outings

Wednesday afternoon the sun peeked out from behind a cloud long enough to motivate us to load the kayak and throw the life jackets into the car. We took off for Green Falls Pond, about 45 minutes away, where we took turns maneuvering past islands and around peninsulas in this wonderful pond.

Gavin and Arwen were dying to take a dip at the swimming area and managed five or ten minutes before succumbing to the shivers. On the way home we stopped at Ortega’s for some first-rate Mexican food, compliments of Chad’s grandparents. (Little do they know, we will get them out here to visit us in person!)

During their stay, Grandma and Grandpa each tried to get some one-on-one time with Gavin and Arwen. Wednesday morning Grandma and Arwen walked to the library where they read story after story and put puzzles together before a long stop at the park. Gavin managed to pull



Grandpa away from the tile project long enough for a round at Monster Golf. He also drew Grandma into the excitement at Chuck E Cheese, where he ran up and down the slide and played air hockey with a new-found friend.

One of our favorite and most-anticipated outings was a visit to Cows & Cones. (Can you believe Merry and I both left our cameras home??) While some selections were predictable (Arwen – strawberry, Gavin – cotton candy), I decided to try something new – fat free, sugar free vanilla. Hey, at least I got in on the action. In the precipitation-free afternoon we made the rounds to the pigs, cows, sheep, and chickens. So fun to be there with Grandma and Grandpa!

Grandma & Grandpa: At Home

A week ago Monday night Chad’s parents flew in from Salt Lake City for a week’s visit. We had all kinds of fun at home, working on projects, going on outings, and celebrating Father’s Day. Here’s a look at some of the things we did at and around home:

Tuesday Grandma, Grandpa, Arwen, and I descended on Gavin’s classroom for lunch where we chomped on peanut butter sandwiches and sifted through Gavin’s projects as he sat mesmerized by a last-week-of-school video. Then it was time for recess, where Gavin amazed us with how high he could swing all on his own. Arwen had a great time on the playground with the kids as usual. It’s been amazing to see how much Gavin’s reading and writing have advanced this year.

Last Thursday was Gavin’s and Arwen’s last day of school. After Arwen’s farewell ice cream party, Merry and I dropped by the preschool with some cookies for Arwen’s teachers who she’s enjoyed so much this year. A few hours later we met Gavin at the bus for the last time for 10 weeks. Hooray!

One afternoon Grandma and Arwen drew a massive panorama on our driveway depicting the path from our house, to cousin Anna’s place, to Grandma and Grandpa’s homestead, to Grammy and Grandpa’s house. Arwen made sure her pigtails were true to life, and Grandma added all kinds of detail to make it fun (and realistic).

Friday night a dismal forecast (will this ever end??) and several delays with the tile project (see project post) moved our planned campout to our back yard. And what a great time we had! We tried out our reclaimed fire pit for the first time, roasting sausages, hot dogs, and s’mores. It was great just sitting around the fire enjoying a wonderful spread and even better company. The kids begged for “just one more” push on the swing. Then everyone joined in a game of tag.

After the dinner festivities Gavin talked us into camping out. One thing I loved about our area when I visited for the first time was the stars, and they did not disappoint that night. How fun to gaze up at them through the tent window. Arwen and Gavin managed to score places in the tent with Grandpa. What fun!

On Ken and Merry’s last night here, we joined the families of the guys Chad works with at church for a Family Home Evening barbecue. There were pineapple-studded shish kebobs, spice-rubbed pork tenderloin, fresh grilled corn, potato salad, and more. So delicious. But the main attraction, at least for the younger set (that would include me) was the rope swing. Tim had spent the past two weeks figuring out how to get the rope 60 feet into the air – success came half an hour before we showed up! While the kids went back for another round on the swing, the adults huddled around Kim and Tim’s new firepit for some good conversation and another round on the food. What a great night.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Celebrating 10 Years - As a Family

Sunday we invited some friends over to celebrate the 10th birthday of our family. A few days before I had asked Chad and the kids what they’d like for dinner. After a moment’s thought Chad suggested meatballs.

The day we were married, Chad and I hosted an everlasting line of friends, family, and people unknown to us at a garden reception at my parents’ house. We were a smidge sad to steal only a few moments at the buffet after hours of greeting guests. But not to worry – there were leftovers. And not just a few.

As it turned out, the church ladies heading up the food had been concerned about having enough so doubled the original number of meatballs to 1600. Over the course of the next few months Chad and I had meatballs with rice, meatballs over pasta, meatballs with baked potatoes, meatballs with mashed potatoes. With a few meals’ worth left in the freezer we finally threw them out, pledging never again to eat another meatball.

With ten years under the bridge, the meatballs tasted great again. And we enjoyed the also-familiar taste of banana cake, reminiscent of the copious quantities of wedding cake that also ended up in our freezer. The time was extra fun spent hanging out on the sunporch with Kim and Tim, watching Gavin, Arwen, and Sarah’s light saber wars in the back yard.

Happy birthday us!

Celebrating 10 Years - Just Us

Coming up on ten years of marriage, Chad and I were wanting to do something special. My parents had given us a gift certificate for a regional network of inns, and Chad found one that sounded great on Block Island, a small island 12 miles off the coast of Rhode Island. I cobbled together care for the kids (nothing short of two handoffs among three different friends), and everything was sounding great. Except for the weather. We were planning to leave our car behind and bike around the island, and thunderstorms threatened to dampen our experience.

But the night before our anniversary we studied the forecast one last time and decided to go for it, the last sentence of my camping post ringing in my ears. The next morning Chad took Gavin to the bus stop, I dropped Arwen at preschool, and we drove the hour to the ferry landing.

I can’t begin to describe the feeling of freedom that enveloped us as we crossed the sound on that ferry. Like we were traveling a decade back in time when it was just the two of us. After dropping our things at the inn we cycled a few miles to the Mohegan Bluffs where we wandered the coastline on foot to the far-off point, gazing up at craggy cliffs and Chad identified native plants. The combination of Pacific Northwest-esque scenery and unlimited adult conversation was intoxicating.

After climbing the bazillion stairs back to the road we headed to the brick lighthouse on a southern edge of the island. Our path took us past scores of weathered-shingle homes, many overlooking the ocean, some on ancient-looking foundations. The inland road took us past the Nature Conservancy preserve where we longed to take a hike but opted to scope out the rest of the southern part of the island.

A brief rain prompted me to don my biking jacket as we read about the great summer nature programs near one of the trailheads. While the storm was short-lived, the temperatures stayed low enough for comfort and there was no danger of glare.

After returning to the inn, we joined the other guests for a nibble hour then did some relaxing before dinner at the main hotel. Chad savored his annual filet minon while I tested a pork Milanese.

The next morning’s buffet was an impressive sight and absolutely delicious. I made sure to fuel up well in preparation for the day’s ride. Despite a torrential downpour earlier that morning, we encountered only a few sprinkles on our way to the north tip of the island. While “tip” can be a relative term, on Block Island the northern point is sharp enough that Chad was nearly eaten by waves coming from both directions at the same time.

Next we took a whirlwind tour of the Sacred Labyrinth, which we circled less than once before realizing we really had to high-tail it back to town. I hopped from path to path, making my way triumphantly to the center of the labyrinth, only to hear Chad holler “You can’t DO that!” He methodically retraced his steps back to the beginning of the path in an effort to preserve his positive energies.

Having explored virtually all the paved roads on the island, we picked up our things at the inn, grabbed a last-minute cup of chowder, and embarked on the ferry. What we’d gone into as a one-time trip is now how we aspire to celebrate many anniversaries to come. Thanks Mom and Dad for helping make it happen!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Campin' in the Rain

All last week we were looking forward with great anticipation to our first multi-family camping trip of the summer. As Friday drew closer, the forecast called for heavy rain all day, with sunny skies likely on Saturday. Two of our three families ventured out undaunted Friday afternoon, driving the hour to the campground with rain pelting our windshields.






We dodged the raindrops quite successfully while setting up camp, then accompanied the kids down the forest path to the beach where they just had to get in the water. I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone swim in the rain before, but it was fun. At least for a few minutes. Before long we had five shivering children clamoring for towels.



Back at camp I hovered over herbed potatoes on the Coleman stove while the kids roasted hot dogs over the fire. (An aside - I always love watching Chad build a fire and put up the huge tarp that transforms camping in the rain from




dreary nightmare to grand adventure. There's something so Boy Scoutish about it.) After dinner we managed to get marshmallows all over everything before some wonderful adult conversation around the fire and turning in for the night.

In the morning the kids scaled the rock conveniently located in the middle of our campsite while Tricia and Brad headed up the quintessential camping breakfast - pancakes, eggs, and sausage with orange juice. There was plenty of horsing around as we broke camp and got ready to return to the beach.

At the shore Chad and Brad took off on the first kayak voyage while the kids built sand castles, climbed a gargantuan rock, and watched Boy Scouts fishing. Tricia and I were next to make our way across the lake, checking out the lily pads and enjoying the trees, sky, and calm water. Then the kids were off with Chad for a series of kayaking adventures before our friends had to scurry off to Nathan's baseball game.

Lesson learned - a good camping trip is much less about the weather than a great location and fabulous company. Can't wait to do it again!

Congrats to Gavin on his paddling progress: