From a recent trip to Chinook Pass, Mount Rainier National Park
Sunday, November 7, 2010
How to lose a tooth
Bite into a caramel apple!Adam is having so much with Emily and her lose teeth. He pulled this one out after we'd been trying very hard to bite in to some caramel apples we made. She was SO excited to lose her tooth--she called Grandma and Grandpa A., Grandma and Grandpa R., and Marta and told them the whole story. I forgot that losing teeth was such a big deal.
Aaaaaa...the Tarzan Yell
Grandpa David treated the family to a show at Tuacahn Amphitheater in St. Geogre. Tarzan was awesome! Monkeys in Vibram shoes soaring overhead, the stage nestled within the red cliffs of the canyon, and a ton of family in matching brown shirts. My favorite part of the show were the aerial silks. Wow! If you have never seen aerial silks, it is an acrobratic peformance where performers do tricks on suspended fabric. The only safety they use to ensure they do not fall from the suspended fabric to the ground is their skill and talent as they swing, spiral, hang upside down, and finally fall near to the ground. This was just one part of the fun during our September trip to Mesquite. It was like a slice of heaven on earth especially because we were surrounded by family and had such a good time visiting with them.
Getting everyone to smile is not easy. Michael likes to be goofy, Robbie likes to copy Michael, Emily always gives her sweetest smile, and Tessa is smiling one second, then in tears the next. Adam and I don't seem to have much trouble smiling, we're usually laughing at our kids anyway.BTW, anyone seen MattyB Raps? Adam and I happened on a clip and I was just wondering if anyone knows what the story is there.
Evergreen State Fair II
The tradition continues...
For the second year in a row, we attended the Evergreen State Fair in the town of Monroe (the town where I was born).
This year, we went with Marta AND Ivan.
We watched race cars zooming round the track, listened to a small group of guitarists and fiddlers singing some religious tunes, and squealed at the brand new little baby pigs.
I met a woman who was there with her 8 kids, the youngest of which were twin girls. They looked just like Marta and me when we were little--short blond hair, big blue eyes. They were running around their big brothers and sisters. Her oldest son was shearing a sheep and I had the impression that they were involved in 4H, lived on a small farm, and had an admirable sense of responsibility and independence. I hope someday we can live on some land and our kids can collect eggs from the chicken coop or even shear a sheep--we'll see : )
The best part of our fair day was driving with Adam and the kids back to the house where I lived between the ages of 2 and 6. 20 years ago, when the front lawn was dirt and grass seed, Marta and I were running around that yard in diapers. Now, I was standing on the grass with my own little ones. We ran around the yard. I was so excited to see my old house, yard, and the neighboring fields and woods. Everything looked smaller. Somethings were different--there was garage that hadn't been there before, and the chicken coop was no longer standing. We ventured into the overgrown path that used to connect our yard with our neighbor's yard. We saw two people on their property. Sure enough, it was the mother of my best friend when I was a preschooler, walking around with her daughter. Adam hollered over, "Excuse me, did you know the Richardsons? I'm married to one of the twins." She said, "You must mean Kari or Marta." Adam said, "You remember them?" She replied with a smile, "How could we forget Kari and Marta."
When we drove home, I told Adam that I could not believe we were only 2 hours away from our home on Chain Lake Road. It seemed like it should be 20 years away.
Attending the Evergreen State Fair with my family is such a treat. It reminds me of the days when I was Michael's age visiting the same fairgrounds with my mom, dad, brothers, and sisters.
For the second year in a row, we attended the Evergreen State Fair in the town of Monroe (the town where I was born).This year, we went with Marta AND Ivan.
We watched race cars zooming round the track, listened to a small group of guitarists and fiddlers singing some religious tunes, and squealed at the brand new little baby pigs.
I met a woman who was there with her 8 kids, the youngest of which were twin girls. They looked just like Marta and me when we were little--short blond hair, big blue eyes. They were running around their big brothers and sisters. Her oldest son was shearing a sheep and I had the impression that they were involved in 4H, lived on a small farm, and had an admirable sense of responsibility and independence. I hope someday we can live on some land and our kids can collect eggs from the chicken coop or even shear a sheep--we'll see : )The best part of our fair day was driving with Adam and the kids back to the house where I lived between the ages of 2 and 6. 20 years ago, when the front lawn was dirt and grass seed, Marta and I were running around that yard in diapers. Now, I was standing on the grass with my own little ones. We ran around the yard. I was so excited to see my old house, yard, and the neighboring fields and woods. Everything looked smaller. Somethings were different--there was garage that hadn't been there before, and the chicken coop was no longer standing. We ventured into the overgrown path that used to connect our yard with our neighbor's yard. We saw two people on their property. Sure enough, it was the mother of my best friend when I was a preschooler, walking around with her daughter. Adam hollered over, "Excuse me, did you know the Richardsons? I'm married to one of the twins." She said, "You must mean Kari or Marta." Adam said, "You remember them?" She replied with a smile, "How could we forget Kari and Marta."
When we drove home, I told Adam that I could not believe we were only 2 hours away from our home on Chain Lake Road. It seemed like it should be 20 years away.
Attending the Evergreen State Fair with my family is such a treat. It reminds me of the days when I was Michael's age visiting the same fairgrounds with my mom, dad, brothers, and sisters.
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