A two-year old's strategy

With the girls at swimming lessons, Merrick and I took a run along the river trail. I say Merrick and I took a run but he was really in the rickshaw. This does of course add to cardiovascular work out for me as a two-year old never is quite and must ask questions or risk falling asleep. While on the run I did have to laugh out loud at the following conversation as Merrick recognized we were going to run past the ice cream shop were we often stop.

Merrick: Daddy, we get ice cream?
Me: No, not today.
Merrick: Why, Daddy?
Me: We are just running today.
Merrick: Why, Daddy?
Me: because I need to exercise.
Merrick: Why, Daddy?
Me: exercise makes me feel better.
Merrick: Ice cream makes you feel better daddy.

This was a bout a minute and a half conversation and I thought a pretty well laid out plan on his part--I never saw it coming.

Fortunate enough for self-reflection

Spent some time in the garden this morning, picking a couple pounds of beans to go with about the same amount of peas that we picked last week. I was again reminded of how fortunate I am to have this time with the kids, there is obviously times when I wish they would venture a distance greater than six feet from me but most of the time we are able to have good conversations and I can see both their curiosity and level of questioning grow. Sophia is always trying to please us and Merrick is learning as well as constantly testing his boundaries--both good and important skills. One of the photos shows Merrick in the garden and Sophia's head is poking around the corner of the garage, she is able to eat the raspberries in the back yard as well as run to the front of the house for blueberries.

Good times that I don't wish away are extended from the backyard garden to our most recent trip to Northern Highlands-American Legion State Park (NH-AL). Lisa picked out the park and came along with us on this trip. We again had beautiful weather with daytime highs in the low eighties and nighttime lows in the fifties with no humidity. We stayed dry although last night a large storm moved through the area with winds approaching 60 miles an hour--by that time we were already showered and in our own beds--again fortunate. We spent some time hiking on the numerous trails that meander through the hemlock and maple forest. Merrick and Sophia were happy to hold the dogs' leashes although the dogs neither liked the idea of the leashes or the walking. Sophia is big enough to make the entirety of the hikes although Merrick often catches a ride on the shoulders of the the most sympathetic parent. He will get down and run for a little bit then claim his legs hurt and he needs a ride. The bugs were not bad but even a few bites causes good sized welts on the little boy. One of the bites swelled his shin into a second calf muscle. The dogs are getting old and it seems their blood line is very far removed from the wolves, so the idea of multiple days in the woods is not their idea of a good time and the novelty quickly wore off. In reality Cleo hasn't really moved since we got home and Tony has only ventured outside for a combined total of 1.7 minutes. The dogs were not allowed in the beach area nor could we leave them unattended in the tent. Lisa found a great solution to this as we hiked the shoreline she found an isolated strip of sand beach that we could take the dogs to. The kids played in the sand making sand castles, sand pies and for Merrick getting plenty of silica into his diet. He also like the idea of European swimming as well as "you are peeing" swimming. With his suit removed he found it most enjoyable to build sandcastles that he could sit on. Yes tea-bagging the sandcastles--fortunate. This was only after I convinced him not to pee were he was playing. The kids were also able to carry the largest rocks they could find and after an hour not a single toe had been crushed. Lisa and I read on the beach and the kids played close at hand. The were not too interested in the water as it is the sand not the water that is the novelty for them. The lake had a pretty good drop off which is a remnant of its recent glaciated creation. I swam and it felt good to remove a day and half's worth of wood smoke and grease. No intrepid raccoons on this trip but Lisa and I did find a couple of mice that made an equal amount of noise in the dry leaves around our campsite and the chipmunks and red squirrels added to the agony of the dogs.

A long drive on July Five

With the fourth of July being yesterday we did all of the American things that are supposed to be done; we grilled out with friends and walked down to watch the fireworks over the river. As is often the case with young kids they fall asleep just as the fireworks are starting. With the first flares sent up I felt the Sophia lose her battle to the sandman and the dead weight of her body replacing the conscious heft that was there only moments before. When she awoke this morning she had to ask if I had carried her to bed, as she had no memory of the holiday light show. Merrick was in the same position, although did not seem to be nearly as concerned with how he made it to bed.
The Fifth of July was another day, a beautiful low eighties, low humidity day and on a whim we made a long drive south to the our old stomping grounds of Port Washington. We spent some time fishing on the pier. Between the clarity of the water (thank you zebra mussels) and only a light breeze you could see down to depths of over twenty feet. This allowed us to watch some massive carp cruise by as well as about 15 - 20 nice sized lake trout. Alas, nothing was biting. Merrick is still on bobber restrictions, but Sophia has moved up to an open bail. The closed face reel I bought her was a quality name but now appears to be made in China--in short it is junk which is why she was using my open face--She did well enough with it that I think I will pick her up one of her own. We were able to watch several others clean fish at the public cleaning station although both kids thought that the smell could use some improvements and then grabbed a couple of sandwhiches and headed a couple minutes north to Harrington Beach State park. This is a beautiful State park with great hiking trails of which Lisa and I have traversed all of them several times. Our intentions were to do a little hiking, some possible geocaching and then a little time on the beach. As it turned out we only hit the beach. The kids swim alot, although they have never really swam at a beach and Merrick was beside himself with joy and appearance of so much sand. The water was typical temperatures (low to mid 60s) but we waded around and made several sand castles and in general just enjoyed the beauty that is Lake Michigan. The kids made use of thier reptilian brain to make sand angels in the body warming sand, this of course lead to sand everwhere and as Merrick kept saying "I got sand on my junk"

Gypsy Village at Hartman

After more than a year of tentative planning Brad and I finally got the kids out on a camping trip and it was really enjoyable for everyone. We had a mid week Tuesday to Thursday excursion at Hartman Creek State park. The weather was cool and dry which meant no swimming but also no bugs. Given the midweek nature of the adventure we even had the place pretty much to our selves, with the exception of the ghost sites that were just empty tents holding sites for the holiday weekend. All of the kids were very well behaved to the point were we are already planning to do it again. We even got the whole troupe down for a nap, and to bed relatively early. The park had a nice set of asphalt loops for the older kids to ride their bikes on and our site was large enough for everyone to play soccer on. The kids spent much of their time hunting/trapping chipmunks. The older ones initially tried throwing logs at the furry-tailed rats and then eventually decided building traps was the way to go. This was actually less successful than assumed as the two youngest kept eating the peanuts that were left for bait. We did a couple of long hikes each day and the collective herd was way too noisy to see even song birds but Ole did manage to foul up the woods just the same. Hiking and fishing during the day, and smores and campfires at night. Wednesday night we let the oldest ones stay up to see the fearless coons that came within feet of us to eat the ground waste that accumulates with five little ones snack/grazing all day. We tried to incorporate some of the local history and botany on the hikes between the current plants in bloom and the informational sign posts along the hiking trails, even managed to visit a restored Norwegian home that was on site. The next trip is coming shortly and we are thinking Buckhorn or roche-A-Cri, no sense doing the same park twice the state is too pretty to do that.

Like watching Fish in the Grass

Was able to sneak out for an early morning run by myself this morning and was fortunate to see large numbers of carp rolling in the grass where the river was running high. Fortunate because it meant that I could stop running and watch them for a while and also because it meant I could drag the kids down to the river and see if they could hook on to a river pig. The kids were just rolling out of bed when I return but were quickly eager to grab their poles and some slices of bread for dough balls and head out on a carping adventure. The both jumped in the rickshaw and I tossed on my roller blades and we hit the bike trail to make the best time possible. The sun was still low in the sky but hot as would later be evident by the degree of sunburn on my back. Merrick had his small Lightning McQueen fishing pole and Sophia's weapon of choice was a new 4 foot Ugly Stik. Sophia was given a treble hook given her age and experience casting while Merrick, given his age was given just a bobber. It was a bright bobber and he really just wants to cast and reel so there is no reason to increase the risk of hooking somebody. Even with just a bobber he managed to tangle Sophia's line on the first cast. Sophia has the patiences of a nun and sat for about an hour and half waiting for a fish to bit. The fish were surfacing, rolling and roiling the water all around but alas they did not bite for her. Merrick was less interested in the fish and thought it would be way cooler to feed out bait to the nearby Herring gulls. He doesn't have the patiences of Sophia and the distractions of the nearby bike trail were too much for his candidate personality. If he wasn't making promises to the gulls then he was waving and smiling to the passerbys on the trail.

Wishing I was outside

There are no pictures of today's episode, and I will claim that any and all security videos must be doctored fakes. The whole family was able to attend the banker's 3rd floor office today, as Lisa and I wanted to discuss our options. The kids and I meet Lisa there, in hind sight I realize this was her plan so she would have a get-a-way car and could deny knowing us or "them." In preparation for the meeting I made sure that Merrick was changed and had clean cloths on. Both kids grabbed a quite toy on the way out of the house, Merrick grabbed board book about trucks and Sophia grabbed a dry-erase board and marker. I thought this was a good sign as the toys were both educational and quite. Given last night's rain and my children's attitude towards picking up their toys outside, the sidewalk chalk was still all over the patio. Merrick thought it was great fun to stomp, squish, smear the sidewalk chalk all over the patio on the way to the truck. I didn't know he was doing this as I was helping Sophia (a.k.a Imelda) try on her third pair of shoes. Due to the construction season in GB it was almost impossible to get to the meeting but alas we arrived right behind Lisa. Everything started off fine, although my fate had been dealt and determined 20 minutes earlier. The kids were on the floor at my feet in the lush carpeted and posh little office. Sophia was practicing her words on the white board and Merrick was flipping pages in his board book. Sophia is a very thoughtful child so not only did she bring a marker for herself, but also had provided her brother with one as well. Of course I did not notice this until Merrick had traced figure eights around his body with his marker. I retained my horror and carefully slid my foot out of my shoe and tried the ol' sock mop--it didn't work. It actually got worse after that. Merrick was squirrelly as only a two-year old Y chromosome can be. Lisa put him on her lap to help keep him in check. By this time however the sidewalk chalk (yup, remember the sidewalk chalk) had dried enough in the treads of his shoes to start falling out, so all around lisa chair starts to look like a rainbow of dandruff. This sleet of chalk is not limited to her chair area as it is impossible to keep merrick still and trails start to form in the deep blue carpet of the office. Meanwhile Sophia has switched to working on her numbers and the Banker has even been so kind (and short-sighted) as to get Sophia a chair so she can sit at the ladies desk to write. Sophia is getting sleepy and continues to rest her head on her outstretched arms. I prevented it for the first three times, but eventually I started to pay attention to fixed loans vs. arms and 15 years compared to 30 years and should I consider buying some points--thats is when it happened I lost my focus and Sophia's outstretched arms clean all of the stacks of files off the ladies desk. It was a 17 inch high stack of manilla folders, paper clips, post it notes etc. It would of course by hyperbole to suggest that is was a file cleansing larger than Enron, but it was close. At this point the lady gave the kids some pens and tablets to write on, because her computer had crashed, twice, continuing the agony and embarrasment. Merrick had his pen for about 2 minutes before he tore it in half and sent the spring mechanism fling a twitter around the office. I think it got better after that, it may not have I know I eventually found myself in the elevator heading out of door only to load up my kids in the truck just in time for them to hang out the window and holler obnoxiously at a different banker returning from lunch.
As it turns out (to nobody's surprise) we did not sign all of the papers that we were supposed to and the banker called later in the day and as expected offered to come to our house and Lisa's work to get the final signatures.

A Pretty good Weekend

The weekend was busy but good. We started off right away on Friday night, by heading down to Astor Park so Sophia could run in the Bellin Kid's Run. Her race was a quarter mile jaunt and she was just getting warmed up when the finish line showed up. It is a wonderful family event and we were back at it early the next morning. I tossed both of the kids into the rickshaw and was able to weave an 8 mile run on a 6 mile course. The walkers preceded the stroller division so with my cheering kids in tow we 'zigged and zagged all over the roads. It was their job to watch for water, as residents along the course attach thier hoses to ladders to shower the runners. With almost 17,000 runners that is a lot of water. At one of the shower stations both kids erupted into infectious giggles in voice pitches that only excited childern can reach, this sent a ripple of laughter through out those around us and I would like to think a little energy as well. Not only do the kids want to talk to me during the entire race but also control my speed and continually tell me to go faster, speed up and ask me why so many people are passing us--it is imperative to check the ego when pushing kids in the race. After a brief nap at home we headed over to a birthday party for some friends and had a delightful evening chatting with adults while the kids splashed in the pool and played soccer. Sunday morning was another beautiful day and Merrick helped me transplant some flowers for our butterfly garden and all three of us tried to catch a baby bunny that had busted back into the garden. Sophia spent some time cutting up carrots in hopes of luring the rascal back into the yard after we finally chased it out. Meanwhile Lisa laid down some lawn-toupees and planted a new tree. After a brief lunch a surprise hail storm hit and Sophia and I were able to collect some of the marble sized hail. The evening ended as all evenings should brats on the grill, and a walk to the ice cream shop.