Well we spent the weekend in the Dells and here's a group shot to prove it.
Okay, it's really the steps to the condo we stayed at, but it was a fun time.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Sitting on the steps - a Vacation done
Well we spent the weekend in the Dells and here's a group shot to prove it.
Okay, it's really the steps to the condo we stayed at, but it was a fun time.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Union Break
Just a quick picture post. Marcus has been working hard lately, so we had to unionize in order to ensure no one came down on us with child labor laws. Naturally this meant bringing him his tea at the appropiate times.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Slow blogging does not mean slow times....
Hey everyone, sorry it's been so long, but these days are just flying by.
Summer as a kid was a time of freedom. Do what you want, stay up as late as you can, cause a little trouble and have a few adventures.
Summer as a single adult was kind of just-another-season. Sure there were events that only happened in the summer, but it was generally just a tick on the calendar.
Summer as a couple, especially married, changed things slightly. Double the family gatherings, and those happened more often in the summer months.
Summer with kids, it's their freedom not yours. And it comes from the sun.
This is what found me and Alya in the park at 8:30 PM this evening.
The little squirrel fought and fought taking a nap today. And she really needed it. Marcus took a too short nap so he was in a state as well. Eventually, Alya gave up and too a nap on the floor - at 5 PM. Not good when we're trying to shoot for an early bed time.
Sasha made an excellent dinner, which we enjoyed while Alya slept. However, Marcus was drifting off while eating his dinner, so we thought "going down early!"
How wrong we were.
Alya woke up on the floor in a horrible foul mood. Meanwhile, Marcus fought going to bed like nobody's business.
And this is where it gets interesting.
I go ahead and take Marcus for a walk, while Alya takes herself into the bathroom closing the door.
And locking it.
Five minutes pass and my cell phone rings - it's Sasha asking how to get the door unlocked, as she and Alya can't get it open. I try to talk her through it, but something really seems to be wrong with the door, so Marcus and I rush home.
The door is seriously locked. And the release on the outside of the door isn't working at all. Alya's being very brave in the bathroom - and we're both so proud of her - as I'm getting a hammer and screwdriver and eventually tin snips to get the door unlocked and my little squirrel free.
Eventually, the cutting works things free enough that a few strikes with a screwdriver and a twist opens the lock - and breaks it in the process. The family is reunited and joyful.
But it doesn't end there.
See, Marcus had one screwdriver and then Alya grabbed the other. Now I would trust Alya with a screwdriver, but Marcus most certainly not. But take one away and the other must go too. With two overtired children, no good could come of this.
Much screaming, wailing, and thrashing of limbs (thanks Marcus) lead to the entire family piling into the car and listening to the children's classic album "Peter, Paul and Mommy" by Peter, Paul and Mary.
This results in Marcus falling asleep, but Alya just isn't going down. Late naps are the bane of any parent's life.
As we pull into the driveway, Alya asks about going to the park - which was the original enticement. So, Sasha takes Marcus into the house, and I go and take Alya to the park. At 8:30 PM.
Daddy paranoia sets a few ground rules as we head into Brown Deer Park.
"We're only staying a little while as the park is closing soon."
"Only a little bit of time on the swings and a few trips down the slide." "And the monkey bars?" "And the monkey bars."
"If Daddy says 'We have to go now.' that means we must leave right away because it is dangerous. Understand?" "Okay."
We got out of the car and headed over to the playground, which was partially blocked from the road by a truck and I saw three figures hanging out on the swings. But the voices carried over where that of young college girls talking grades and sports. Whew.
Alya had fun. She got time on the swings - with around 5 or 6 underdogs. Three trips down the slide. And a couple monkey bar runs - which consists of me holding her as she grabs the rungs. All wrapped up with howling at the moon. (Three quarters full is good enough for us.)
And then back home. Safe and sound and ready for bed.
Kind of.
See, as I finish up this last bit, Sasha's currently reading Alya some bedtime stories.
Yeah, late naps are really a pain.
Be seeing you,
Jon
Summer as a kid was a time of freedom. Do what you want, stay up as late as you can, cause a little trouble and have a few adventures.
Summer as a single adult was kind of just-another-season. Sure there were events that only happened in the summer, but it was generally just a tick on the calendar.
Summer as a couple, especially married, changed things slightly. Double the family gatherings, and those happened more often in the summer months.
Summer with kids, it's their freedom not yours. And it comes from the sun.
This is what found me and Alya in the park at 8:30 PM this evening.
The little squirrel fought and fought taking a nap today. And she really needed it. Marcus took a too short nap so he was in a state as well. Eventually, Alya gave up and too a nap on the floor - at 5 PM. Not good when we're trying to shoot for an early bed time.
Sasha made an excellent dinner, which we enjoyed while Alya slept. However, Marcus was drifting off while eating his dinner, so we thought "going down early!"
How wrong we were.
Alya woke up on the floor in a horrible foul mood. Meanwhile, Marcus fought going to bed like nobody's business.
And this is where it gets interesting.
I go ahead and take Marcus for a walk, while Alya takes herself into the bathroom closing the door.
And locking it.
Five minutes pass and my cell phone rings - it's Sasha asking how to get the door unlocked, as she and Alya can't get it open. I try to talk her through it, but something really seems to be wrong with the door, so Marcus and I rush home.
The door is seriously locked. And the release on the outside of the door isn't working at all. Alya's being very brave in the bathroom - and we're both so proud of her - as I'm getting a hammer and screwdriver and eventually tin snips to get the door unlocked and my little squirrel free.
Eventually, the cutting works things free enough that a few strikes with a screwdriver and a twist opens the lock - and breaks it in the process. The family is reunited and joyful.
But it doesn't end there.
See, Marcus had one screwdriver and then Alya grabbed the other. Now I would trust Alya with a screwdriver, but Marcus most certainly not. But take one away and the other must go too. With two overtired children, no good could come of this.
Much screaming, wailing, and thrashing of limbs (thanks Marcus) lead to the entire family piling into the car and listening to the children's classic album "Peter, Paul and Mommy" by Peter, Paul and Mary.
This results in Marcus falling asleep, but Alya just isn't going down. Late naps are the bane of any parent's life.
As we pull into the driveway, Alya asks about going to the park - which was the original enticement. So, Sasha takes Marcus into the house, and I go and take Alya to the park. At 8:30 PM.
Daddy paranoia sets a few ground rules as we head into Brown Deer Park.
"We're only staying a little while as the park is closing soon."
"Only a little bit of time on the swings and a few trips down the slide." "And the monkey bars?" "And the monkey bars."
"If Daddy says 'We have to go now.' that means we must leave right away because it is dangerous. Understand?" "Okay."
We got out of the car and headed over to the playground, which was partially blocked from the road by a truck and I saw three figures hanging out on the swings. But the voices carried over where that of young college girls talking grades and sports. Whew.
Alya had fun. She got time on the swings - with around 5 or 6 underdogs. Three trips down the slide. And a couple monkey bar runs - which consists of me holding her as she grabs the rungs. All wrapped up with howling at the moon. (Three quarters full is good enough for us.)
And then back home. Safe and sound and ready for bed.
Kind of.
See, as I finish up this last bit, Sasha's currently reading Alya some bedtime stories.
Yeah, late naps are really a pain.
Be seeing you,
Jon
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