Saturday, December 13, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
The problem I have with blogging, and more specifically being behind on blogging, is that I have so much to say and then I never know if I should write about the past or the current. How can I write about what we did today when I still have to write about last week and last month? That ends up leaving me with nothing. Maybe if I start current, something will get on my blog. I feel terribly guilty about never posting.
So, apple picking. We will start here.
Last year for one of our monthly adventures, we found an apple farm in Bellingham that has Honeycrisp apples, one of my most favorite apples of all times. These apples are terribly expensive at somewhere around 3.99 per pound and sometimes more. If we are willing to make the drive and pick them ourselves, 3.99 per pound turns into an amazing 1.85 per pound and not only are the apples cheaper, but they are so very delicious straight from the tree. There is something that makes anything straight from how it grew, wonderfully delicious. After apples for days last year at a fraction of the price, we knew we would definitely be heading back.
With summer winding down and Honeycrisp apples in full swing, today was the day. My sisters and I loaded up the kids, the lunch bags, and the husbands and it was off to Bellingham for Sunday afternoon apple picking.
The only problem with going up there to get apples is that I am always afraid that I won’t get enough. Of course, I have no where to put them and there are fruit flies galore roaming through my house, but seriously… $1.85 per pound!
It didn’t take long to fill up our bags and boxes and mostly because we were sweating to death, we were ready to go back. Most of the group cruised away on a train while Owen, Angie, Greg, Wesley, myself, and all of my apples missed it. We had a choice, we could either stand in the sweltering sun and wait or walk back. Some of us chose to walk (Angie, me, and my apples) and some of us were forced to walk back (Owen, Greg, and Wesley). More than a mile walk, carrying what we later learned to be 85 pounds of apples, was NOT easy. With little complaints from all and a lot of laughing by Angie and me, we joined the others. I have never been so happy to see that big red barn and not only the barn, but the fact that the train passed us going to the orchard about the time we got back. It would have been more than hideous to make the trek and then have the train beat us back.
I spent $155.00 on apples, we melted in the sun, we bought pumpkins we didn’t need, we got in a little exercise, we relaxed, we laughed, we ate and we played. And with that, we say goodbye to summer and hello to fall!!
Bellewood Acres…. until 2015!
Friday, July 18, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Once upon a time I didn’t have kids in lessons. I was going to say that instead, I had a clean house and was a really efficient lawyer, but that would be a lie. I still got nothing done, but I was home a lot more (I think). Well now, I am running around like a crazy person and my kids are running around like crazy people and who knows if I should be doing any of it.
Ivy is in gymnastics, dance, swimming and piano. Owen is in Tae-Kwon Do, gymnastics, swimming, and piano. Autumn is in dance and gymnastics and pretends she takes piano. We started all of these things as a recreational sport, something to do, something to have fun with and then right before my eyes, they started becoming something else. Suddenly, Ivy is taking gymnastics 7 1/2 hours a week, of which one of those hours includes a mandatory ballet class that I got to add to my monthly tuition. Suddenly, Owen is in the leadership program at karate and is now required to do two extra classes a week on top of his already recommended 3-4 classes. And, to top that off, those extra classes don’t even include the random list of parades I was given for him to be in, which all include multiple practices. We started taking swimming to stay alive, but then once they started learning fabulous things like side breathing, the crawl stroke, the backstroke, and the butterfly stroke, we realized that now we stay in swimming to swim strokes and laps and be amazing. Autumn started taking gymnastics because she was watching Ivy there and the owner guilted Angie and I into a mom and me class. Now she is in a preschool class for kids ages 3-5, while she is only 2, and not only that but often more than once a week. If I let her, she would go everyday. Oh, and that reminds me, Owen’s gymnastics class is once a week for one hour, but without fail, EVERYTIME he finishes, he reminds me how much he loves it and BEGS to stay for another hour. We do this song and dance every week. Then we have piano. I felt that they recently outgrew their teacher and we found another. This requires me to take Ivy, come home, take Owen, pick up Ivy, come home, pick up Owen, and come home, all within a very short time period. They will have new group lessons and competitions to be in and to think, we used to have our teacher come to our house.
Thank heavens we finished baseball and T-ball…. that is until Owen starts back up with Fall Ball.
We started out to have fun at things but we have now crossed the line over to trying to be amazing at things.
I think we are still having fun and I know we are spending a lot of money. In fact, I do hope they become amazing at their things, as they may be their only hope for an education.
Now, if I can only keep my head on straight and remember to work and take care of life outside of lessons, things will be good.