Tidbits from today

This morning the boys rode their bikes to the park. Lou is getting better at peddling, but does it on his big wheel and not on the big boy bike. Ben, on the other hand, is still in scoot-mode. They were up and down the slide, swinging to their heart's content. Then Ben went up the slide while Lou was pushing Charlie on the swing. Ben stops mid-way up the ladder, screams my name, and when I look I see a waterfall coming down the steps. It wasn't water. We get the bikes and stroller and the back wheel of Lou's bike pops off. Luckily we found the hardware in the grass and we were on our way.

There's some pretty major construction going on underground, a couple houses up from us. The look of joy on all of their faces was pretty amazing when they saw a backhoe, dump trucks, and a hydraulic excavator (I just looked it up online because I had no clue what it was). They all seemed larger than life, but that may be because we were seeing them next to (and larger) than the house instead of in a construction site.

I think back to when Lou was just a week away from turning three and I thought, "What 'terrible twos?' They weren't so bad!" Now I wish that two was the year that it was supposed to be. Some days Lou can be very frustrating. As his vocabulary gets bigger so does his sassy-ness. This isn't a good thing.

I just put the boys to bed for a nap and Lou screamed at me for five minutes (an obvious sign of his tiredness) then ran into Charlie's room and slammed the door (Bear was already taking a nap). Other times he can be just as sweet as can be, but I'm not sure what happens when a boy turns four. Maybe that's when the snips and snails and puppy-dog tails starts to come out.

The Value of Bubbles, Beanbags, and Baseball Cards

First off I want to say THANKS to my best friend the love of my life, Kevin. I know that this is a blog about our kids, but they would not be here if it weren't for him ;) The reason I'm bringing this up is because another awesome friend Stephanie put together a surprise for my birthday and Kev helped her pull it off extremely successfully (if I woke up tomorrow morning with my head sewn to the carpet I wouldn't be more surprised) and took the boys camping while I was a having a girls trip in Chicago. What a great guy!


Kevin's not usually good at keeping secrets so the fact that I didn't know about the trip until 10:30pm the night before we were leaving at 6:30am is absolutely amazing. Steph put together an amazing trip and I am so blessed to have her for a friend! We did really adult things like have this for dinner:

and spent hours on the Magnificent Mile, Navy Pier, and even saw our beloved Reds at Wrigley Field. Kev held down the fort (with the help of my incredible Mom!), packed up for a camping weekend, and everyone was alive by the time I met up with them on Saturday night. I'm not saying for one minute that I doubted that he could do it, but I know that it is so much easier when you have two people corralling three crazy toddlers than one. I hope he knows how much I appreciate ALL he does!

On with the weekend: we've had plans for a while now to go camping with a group of our friends we play softball with and it happened to fall right after our family camp out--we even had the same spot!

The boys were throwing marshmallows at the raccoons. Not sure if that was doing the job of keeping the critters away, but at least no one was getting hurt ;)

As we're packing up to go home on Sunday. Louie is going through an awful phase of sticking out his tongue.

It was such a fun time with our friends that we don't see nearly as much as we'd like, and as a result of all this fun time we stayed up later than we probably should have. Sunday morning came way to soon. All three boys were up at 6:30am. Ben fell asleep with Kevin in our bed and my idea for bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Lou and Charlie was to take them into the van and pop in a video while I caught some shut-eye for a few minutes.

The morning went on and after a great breakfast we started to clean up and pack up. We were moving at a very slow pace and all of our friends had left by the time we were completely loaded. The van wouldn't start. The battery was drained from the morning movie and this wouldn't be the end of the world except that the vehicle that I drove out to the campground wouldn't start either! Turns out that it had bigger problems than the van and we needed to tow it all the way back home. The park ranger came out to jump our van, but we had to wait quite a while for the tow truck. We were ready to go at noon and we ended up leaving the park at 4pm.

What do you do with three little ones at a muggy campground and all your things--including most of the toys--are packed up solid? You start scavenging the van for random things to do. This included:

• A bottle of grape bubbles Louie got from his preschool! I'm so glad I tucked it away into a pocket and forgot about them. Note: they do not taste like grape, just overwhelmingly smell like it. The game of chasing bubbles and seeing how many you can break took up a good 20 minutes or so.
• One of the first things I made when I learned to sew were beanbags and I kept them in the car in case we'd need them (a premonition of a disaster??). I could only find one at this point, but there was a baseball helmet that wasn't packed away. Lou, Ben and I sat down and took turns tossing the bag into the helmet. Once we all got it in we moved the helmet back.
• I've been annoyed that baseball cards have been in the van lately. They've been multiplying and it seems like every time I pick some up there are fifteen more scattered elsewhere. This day I was overjoyed at finding them because we used them for another game. We each had a stack of cards and tossed them out in front of us. When one of our cards landed on top of another we could pick up those cards.
  

Charlie was running around during this time, just taking it all in, while Kev was on the phone talking to AAA and tow companies. With van recharged I took cranky Ben and Charlie to go through a drive-thru to get lunch. Not long after we finished the meal the tow truck showed up and our crazy weekend at the campground was over.

Guilt

While Kevin and I were enjoying a Bengals pre-season game with lovely sights, my poor middle child was dealing with pain. He was stung by a bee right by his eye! Oh, I feel so bad. Kev and I had a great time at the game and my baby was crying from his first bee sting--on his face, no less!


What's crazy is when he woke up and I asked him about it, he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. I guess the attack didn't have a lasting effect on him. If nothing else, at least we know he's not allergic to bee stings. I'll never get the image out of my head when Macaulay Culkin was stung by hundreds of bees in the movie My Girl.


P.S. Lou must have picked something up from watching a big of the game last night: all day he's been using a rally-rag Bengals towel to "soak up sweat" from his forehead. Let's just hope that he doesn't start dumping big coolers of gatorade on top of me...but then again with the way the team looked last night he's may not see much of that this season.

The Great Outdoors

Who could ask for a nicer weekend than this past? We really lucked out: blue skies, a cool breeze, and sunshine through shade trees. It was very relaxing--once you come to terms with the fact that boys cannot and will not stay the least bit clean during a camping trip.

Four seconds after Charlie sat down to play with his brothers he dumped the chalk on top of himself. Can you see the chalk smudges on his face?

It's a very laid back environment. I pretty much go in thinking that everything is getting thrown into the washing machine when we get back, so I don't stress too much about how the boys roll around in the dirt.

See how dirty Benny is? Quite literally, he was Pigpen from Peanuts. When he walked he had a cloud of dust trailing him. This was in part due to the fact that when playing baseball 17 out of the 24 hours of the day he is the catcher and dives to make sure he catches the ball. And see his feet? This kid likes to put his own shoes on, and his way of doing it always means they're on the wrong feet.

Versailles has a great swimming pool and last summer both Ben and Lou went down the slide. This year neither of them wanted to. OK, they had to warm up to the idea. Uncle John took Charlie down (he screamed the whole time) and I took Ben down. For others who want to do this, if you don't have super strong arms you have put them between your legs going down because when you get to the bottom it's extremely difficult to lift the kid off your lap and also stand up. The water was only 2 1/2 feet deep at the bottom and I managed to lose my footing and my grip and both Ben and I went under. Needless to say, he decided that I wasn't his slide partner any more.

Uncle John, Benny, and Grandpa

Eventually, Louie decided he'd go down with Daddy. Not thrilled the first time, but he did it. Then, at the persistence of Uncle Johnny he went down with him over and over and over again until finally Uncle John needed a timeout.

Daddy and Louie at the top of the slide.

You can't go wrong with riding bikes, sleeping in a tent, and s'mores at the campground. Lucky for us, we get to go again this coming Friday--same place, different group. The only thing that we're hoping will be different is a sleepier Charlie. Little guy woke up the campground both nights. Maybe a few more times down the slide will wear him out.

! ! THANK YOU ! !

Kevin and I were able to celebrate our anniversary in style by going down to Miami, Florida, sans the boys. It couldn't have been done without the help of Grandma and Grandpa! The boys love visiting them in Columbus and we love that they love having them! Here Lou and Ben are wearing their special gift from Mommy & Daddy, and Lou is going through a moment of middle-school-ness (Here's a smile for you, Mom...).

Trying to relive our honeymoon, we took a lot of corny shots. Here's one of them:

Well, we're home for a day and now headed to go camping for our annual family campout at Versailles. Hope to have some good pictures to share!

Vintage Base Ball

About the time that we bought our house, the City of Blue Ash bought the Hunt House in hopes to restore it to make it a museum, circa 1880s. The significance of it is that it was part of the infamous Morgan's Raid during the Civil War. I did not know all this at the time, but it is such a beautiful house and they've made some great improvements on the historical building.

I've seen signs advertising open houses since 2006 when they finished work and opened the house to public tours. Unfortunately, before this past Saturday we have never been able to make it one of them. It worked out this time, and to everyone's delight there was a vintage base ball game! The Cincinnati Redstockings played the Cincinnati Buckeyes. The boys didn't want to join the other kids and play in the game, but were mesmerized by the old uniforms and decided to sit on the sidelines under a tree. There were people giving out free Cracker Jack and peanuts in little paper sacks. The boys were in heaven.

We eventually made our way into the Hunt House and I was a bit worried that the boys wouldn't be interested but, no worries! the house had a lot of old Reds paraphernalia. There was plenty of antiques to satisfy me.

A neat little detail in the kitchen: on top it holds matches, then lift the flap and put used matches in there for safe disposal.

Looking toward the back of the kitchen to the back porch.

A shot of the Redstockings' pitcher.

The man in the black suit and top hat was the umpire, with the Redstocking player and the Buckeye.

It's awesome that there's stuff like this going on all throughout the city for free. I read an article in Sunday's paper about how kids are shaping our culture these days, with an overabundance of kids' style, music, and merchandise. But I think that if Kevin and I make a point to have the boys go to events like this they'll gain an appreciation for what may not be deemed cool to the majority of their age group. And that will be great.

Can you tell I'm getting old? Thirty, I hear ya comin'!

Gender Issues

We were driving home from the pool today and Lou says to me,"You see, Mom, you've got girls and you've got boys. And the girls make the boys not like them."

Where this came from I have no idea, but man-oh-man, he's deep. He's got all the answers, doesn't he? My question is, why is gender such a big concern in a four-year-old's life? Aren't they all still "just kids?" Although, when Lou, Ben, Charlie and I were all in a handicap bathroom stall together he bent over while I was tinkling. Quite confounded he asked,

"Where does it come from?!"