Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
We'd already changed the Monkey twice, but by the time we arrived at COSI in downtown Columbus, he needed to be changed again. In fact, just as we pulled into the parking lot, he pulled his hand out of his diaper to show us the mess he'd made. Together, the QB and I picked the monkey up out of his seat, stood him on some old newspapers in the parking lot beside the car, and cleaned him up as best we could. His clothes were soiled and all we had were pajamas for back up, so the Monkey spent the rest of the day in his pajamas. There was also only one diaper left, which Nolan needed at the Museum about an hour later.
more about diapers later...
One of the reasons we went to COSI this time, was to see their annual Big Digger exhibit. Every summer dozens of heavy construction machines come to the museum and kids can climb on, climb in, and even attempt to operate them (with proper adult supervision, of course).
Mr. Baseball, getting instructions from the operator.
Mr. Baseball, looking very serious as he operates the arm and bucket...
The Monkey, looking anything but serious as he and Mom operate the bucket...
I don't know if you can see it here, but this is a "Franklin" machine...
The Monkey, in construction yellow heaven...
After the museum we stopped at Fizoli's for dinner and then the QB dropped me off at the temple for a six pm session. She was going to head home and I was going to get a ride from some people in our branch who would be attending the temple at the same time. Everything went according to plan on my end and I arrived at home about ten pm, expecting to find the boys asleep and the QB reading on the couch, or watching a little television. Instead, I walked in the door and was greeted by a chorus of "Daddy," from the boys and a tired but cheerful looking mom.
the QB tells me that on their way home she and the boys stopped at JC Penney to look at Dresses and while she had both boys with her in the dressing room trying on an outfit, the Monkey filled his diaper for a third time that day. She had to get all of her clothes back on and head across the store to the restrooms to change him. But when she got there she realized she didn't have any diapers. She set all of her things down and took both boys out to the car to look for a diaper, but she couldn't find one. Finally, in desperation she asked a dad in a minivan full of children if she could have a diaper and she was able to get the monkey changed. They didn't get home until 9:30pm. "I half expected you to beat us home," she told me. The upside--The QB got two fine dresses for super cheap and she's feeling very pleased with her self and her cool summer dresses. And the moral, don't feed your twenty-month old a quarter of a watermelon the night before you go out of town, (and, always bring more diapers than you think you'll need.)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
And speaking of Fireworks...Ohio has to have one of the silliest fireworks laws on the books. This is how it reads:
"Sparklers, trick noisemakers & novelties are exempt under Ohio law. Other consumer fireworks may be sold to Ohio residents upon execution of a form agreeing to take the items out of the state within 48 hours, or to out-of state residents upon execution of a form agreeing to take the items out the state within 72 hours."
And this is what it means in reality:
On the afternoon of the Fourth, after promising my four-year-old that we would do fireworks before he went to bed, without knowing the above statute, I made a quick trip to Walmart to buy some fireworks. All I found in the large display labeled "Fireworks" was a bunch of overpriced economy packs of smoke bombs, Pop-its, and sparklers--sparklers sold by the hundreds, as if I needed 15o sparklers, as if anybody needs 15o sparklers. The only other stores in town that might have had fireworks were either closed or only had the same wanna-be fireworks that Walmart was selling. I found out later that the nearest fireworks stand was more than forty-five minutes up the road. In the end I bought seven dollars worth of noise makers and took them home. Mr. Baseball was okay with the noisemakers, especially the two shaped like pistols, but the QB and I were pretty bummed. What is the Fourth without ground-bloom flowers, Killer Bees, Piccolo Petes, and California Candles?
And what is with Ohio's law anyway? Everyone I talk to buys all of their fireworks out of town, signs the form that says they'll leave the state to discharge them, and then disregards the law and lights off the fireworks out on their property, or out in the country. What's the point of a law that no one wants, no one obeys, and no one enforces? ahhh bureaucracy...gotta love it.
Anyway, back to the parade....
Then on Saturday morning after the Fourth fiasco, we decided to go to Lake Hope State Park for a short hike, and while we were getting ready in the parking lot at the trail head, up pulled our neighbors, John and Pualani (Pooh-uh-la-ni), in their 198? Ford cruise liner. They didn't know we were going to be there, and we didn't know they were going to be there, but since they were, and we were, we all decided to hike part of the day together. They were set up for a ten mile hike (they're both big hikers), and we were planning on more like 1.5 miles, so we just hiked for a little while together, and then went our separate ways, but it was nice to hike with them for a while (they took this lovely photo for us). John is getting an M.A. in picking moss (plant biology) so he kept us informed about all the amazing plants that we passed (which were all so new and different than the Oregon and Utah flora we're used to), and Mr. Baseball set the pace so he kept us moving. The monkey enjoyed the view from his perch on my back and he stayed awake the whole time.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
And here's where we found it downstream. Visible from it's original place but quite a ways down. luckily the creek had gone down enough to jump over in a spot nearby.
Enter the new bike trailer! It gets us here, it gets us there, it gets us everywhere. Well except church which we could get to on the bike path but it would mean being sweaty before the meeting even started and leaving WAY earlier to get there on time. As any mormon mom with 9am church knows, that's NOT going to happen! We have no plans to ditch the car, we just try to leave it parked in it's spot as long as possible.
The last two weeks we've hauled kids, library books, gardening tools, lots of water, swimming suits and the wee ones along with their friends in it. This week we'll try tennis racquets, T-ball gloves and maybe even groceries!