Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Assateague Island (Again!)

We enjoyed our camping trip last year so much, we decided to do it again!  And just like last year, we had a wonderful time.  I'll tell you about it along with the pictures...

Covered in chocolate and stuck in traffic.  Apparently this is how we travel...

Our tents, prime location near the bathrooms, and a horse to boot!  For the first night, Craig and I decided to sleep with the fly off the tent, which meant we could see the Milky Way Galaxy all night long!

Snugglebug Ryder
It totally looks like I'm taking a selfie here, except I don't actually have anything in my hand.  I'm not really sure what I was doing, though...


This is kind of a goofy picture of Bentley, but I really like it anyway
Showing off their sand castle fort moat thing...

The moat doesn't hold Colton for long...

My handsome hubby!
Crawling in the sand

Kendra running in the waves

Snuggle time with mommy
The horses got into our campsite a couple times, even stealing the bread out of our cooler!

Gotta love the crab walk!

Ryder finds an odd place to seek shelter from the waves

My favorite picture from the whole trip.  (Notice that weird s-shape in the sand was created by Colton crawling away)
On the morning of our departure


The day we spent at the beach was sunny and hot, and then the morning we were packing up and leaving was cool and cloudy and looked promising for a good rain storm (a hurricane had been predicted, but never really materialized).  So we timed it just right!  Now we just have to figure out if we can handle doing this with five kids next year!  Yikes!

Monday, July 21, 2014

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Nap to Bring You This Important Blog Post

I feel like a lot's been going on around here, and I haven't blogged about any of it.  So I'm sorry about that.  In my defense, I've been very tired.  As in, I'm pretty sure I took three naps today.  (Also in my defense, people kept waking me up.)  And Craig keeps me up too late.  And the kids wake me up too early.  So between it all, I'm sort of a zombie.

But the blog must go on!

Right?

Anyway, maybe tomorrow I'll blog all about our trip to Assateague.  For now, as a "teaser," I'm just going to share these pictures of Ryder looking crazy.  Because he does it so well... 

These were all taken our first night there, when Ryder absolutely would not go to sleep.  In desperation, Craig finally walked him around the campsite, hoping this would help burn off some of the energy that sleeping in a tent had created.  It didn't really work, but it was a nice idea.  And they saw horses, so that made it worth while!

Okay, so this smile is kind of cute

And I like the look on his face here-- you can tell he knows he's getting away with something
Not quite as cute, but whatever

Ooh, but baby horses are cute, so this is nice!
And here we make the jump to all-out weirdness.  Ryder looks absolutely nuts.
And that's my son!

More on Assateague to follow!  And then Scout camp!  And Craig's aunt and uncle visiting!  And anything else I've forgotten to tell you about!

But right now, I need a nap.

Friday, July 18, 2014

The News Around Here

In a rare move for me, I actually posted this on facebook first.  But I didn't want my blog (or the rare blog reader who I'm not friends with on facebook) to feel left out, so I'm recording it here, too.

This is our newest little peanut, due February 20th:


I always told Craig that I wanted at least five kids.  I sort of thought we'd stretch out the process a bit longer than we have, but I've also worried about that whole "biological clock" thing and didn't particularly want to still be bearing children in my 40s.  (Not that there's anything wrong with that.  I just don't think I could muster up the energy for another infant by then.)  So here we are!  I'll have my fifth child while I'm thirty-five, so that's not bad at all.

It even gives me time to have another!  If I want.



(If I can convince Craig!)

Friday, July 11, 2014

Home, Sweet Home

I love it here in Manassas.  I really do.  And I appreciate that there is a lot of really cool stuff just a hop skip and a jump away in DC.  And I also realize that living near any city-- big or small-- will mean that traffic is something you have to accept and deal with every now and then.

But can I just whine for a minute, please?  Because seriously, the traffic here SUCKS.  Some DJ on the radio was giving a list of the top ten worst commutes in the country, and THREE of them were in DC.  It's the only place in the world that I know of where the closer you get to the city, the less lanes there are on the freeway, culminating in a two-lane highway as you enter the city which, during rush hour, are only carpool lanes.  Brilliant.

Anyway, for this, and other reasons, I usually do my best to avoid the city and traffic and all that.  But apparently my kids have picked up on it anyway.  When we were coming home from Assateague last week, as we drove onto I-66 (the main freeway that leads from our home to the city), everything was at a dead stand-still.  Bentley wryly commented, "Welcome home!"

And then other day, Ryder was very excited to show me his creation:


Yup, he created a traffic jam.

It might be time to move.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

A Post About Colton

I feel like I haven't been talking about what Colton is doing much lately, I've just been posting pictures of him sleeping!  But make no mistake, this little boy is learning and growing all the time.  He really is turning into his own self, which is so fascinating to see.

For one thing, he's my first child to have a shy streak.  When there are strangers in the room, he will be very quiet and calm.  He might give them a very vague little half-smile, but that's about it.  When it's just his family around him, he's crazy and goofy, so this is definitely a change.  It's weird to see, honestly.  My other kids pretty much act the same no matter who's around.  Apparently we finally have a child who will take after Craig (who claims to be shy, though I've never seen the evidence of it)!  If I'm holding Colton and someone he doesn't know walks into the room, he will bury his face in my neck and then take peeks at this new stranger, that same half-smile playing on his lips. 

He just recently relented and learned to crawl down the stairs, so we took down the baby gates!  This is a lovely thing.  It's like taking down the Christmas tree in January-- you suddenly feel like your house has a lot more space, and it's delicious.  Of course, it also means that we have to be diligent about keeping bathroom doors closed.  Bentley very helpfully made signs that say, "Warning Keep Closed."  We'll see if that does any good.  We also need to keep the pantry door closed at all times, or else Colton will find the applesauce cups, poke a finger through the lid, and splash applesauce all over himself.  This is much more likely to happen when I'm rushing to try and get everyone out the door.

Last week while we were camping, I discovered that it kind of sucks to bring a crawling baby camping.  Colton didn't mind crawling around in the dirt, but I sure hated to see him covered in dust like that.  We hosed him off in the showers several times a day, but as soon as he was toweled off and put in clean clothes, there was only one place to put him and it was, yup, back in the dirt.  Poor baby.  I had just sort of assumed when we made the reservation back in May that he'd have figured out how to walk by now...

So maybe that was why, in the evening of our second day, while the kids were all playing at the beach, he finally took his first steps.  Six of them, to be precise.  Then he sat down, and we all screamed and clapped in joy and pleasure at his accomplishment.  The other kids yelled and waved at him so much that he never managed to do it again that evening.  But now that we're home, if no one is paying attention, I'll notice him carefully taking a few steps here and there.  He gets so excited with the standing up and leaning precariously forward part of things that he often only makes it that far, landing on his hands and knees, absolutely delighted with himself.

It's a process, I suppose.  And I'm glad for any progress at all at this point.

He's not really talking just yet, either, although usually when I give him food, he will smile happily and say, "Goo gah."  So I'm pretty sure that's Thank You.  If you hold up something he wants, he'll grunt a yes for you (typical boy) and if he doesn't want it, he'll very emphatically shake his head no.  Sometimes I can get him to repeat "uh-oh" after me.  But only if he feels like it.  But he LOVES to grab a book and "read" it out loud.  This usually means yelling a strange, staccato, "Ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!" noise.  Occasionally he'll throw some "gah"'s in there for good measure, too.  It makes me wonder what exactly he's hearing when I read to him before naptimes...?  But yeah, he's communicating, just not very verbally.  And he still loves playing Peekaboo with anybody.  It's probably the easiest way to make him smile.

And finally, I present you with this video of Colton crawling back and forth.  I'm not sure if this is his way of pacing, or if this is the closest he can get to spinning around.  But either way he seemed to be having a lot of fun:





We're only a little bit worried.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Are We Still Having This Conversation?

Over three years ago, I blogged about how obnoxious I thought it was when young mothers felt judged for not breastfeeding their babies.  And I still agree with everything I wrote there.  But just recently it's come to my attention that there are still plenty of people judging women FOR breastfeeding their babies.  Which both astonishes and upsets me.  Didn't we get over this in the 70s with the La Leche League or something?  Or when science pretty much proved to the world that the absolute best thing for a baby is breastmilk?  And with a generation that regularly posts nude pictures of itself on facebook, I can't even fathom how this is even still an issue?

The more I think about it, the more angry I become.  There are people out there who honestly find feeding a baby to be "disgusting" or "inappropriate"?  Would these people prefer that I let the baby starve?  Scream loudly while in your presence?  Has our society become so backwards that nurturing a child can be called wrong or sexual?  It boggles my mind.  I have so many things to say about it that I hardly know where to begin.

And so I won't.  I'm going to let other people do my talking for me, because they were more eloquent than I probably could be, anyway.  So here are two great articles-- one satire, one serious, both from the Huffington Post, of all places-- which I need you to click on right now.  Really, read them.  Whether you agree with me or not, I think it's important.

How to Breastfeed Appropriately  (Thanks, Anna, for posting this on Facebook)

The Disturbing Trend I Noticed When My Breastfeeding Story Went Viral (and thanks, Candice, for posting this one!)

And, just because I kind of love it, here is a picture of Pink (yes, the rock star) nursing her baby right before a concert.  I keep discovering more and more of her music that I really like.  Finding this picture and discovering that we were born the same year convinced me that we are probably meant to be BFFs or something, if only she could meet me some day...


I have one last point to make, and then I'll shut up about this subject for a bit.  Craig was telling me how one of the other teachers he works with is really into wrestling.  Teasing him, Craig pointed out that he found wrestling to border on the homoerotic side of things just a bit, to which this other teacher simply responded, "If you can't distinguish between a sport and a sexual act, that's your problem."

I think the same truth applies here.  If you can't tell the difference between nurturing a baby, and anything sexual at all, that's your problem.  And you might want to consider therapy.

And Pink-- if you're reading this, give me a call.  We need to hang out.