A Vacation From Our Vacation

We’ve had a series of unfortunate vacation-y events over the last few years.

One year Mike dislocated his shoulder in the ocean, which ultimately required surgery to completely repair.

The next year our basement flooded the night before we were supposed to leave.

A few years later, Gus was a baby, and still nursing around the clock, and we were still co-sleeping, and the bed was awful, and I was miserable. The year after that, Gus got bronchitis, and we had to head home early.

So this year when we made it to and from the beach without any major disasters, I was pretty excited about it. And as Gus gets older and more independent, vacation becomes minimally more like an actual vacation year-by-year.


Turns out though, we did NOT escape vacation unscathed. A week after we got home, Gus’ runny nose turned into coughing and wheezing, and before you could say “nebulizer,” he had pneumonia!

Another week later, and he’s finally back to his old self, and we have one whole year to relax before our next vacation.



With the exception of going outside to move a LOT of snow, and a trip to the doctor today, we’ve all be stuck inside since Thursday night.

We got a little more than two feet of snow, starting Friday at 2pm, finally stopping around 8pm on Saturday.

We got a plow attachment for our new tractor (we own a tractor now!) and it worked great – at first.

But then the snow was just too deep, and the driveway was a little too steep, and we ended up shoveling more than we originally anticipated. Thankfully one of our neighbors snow-blew his way over to us Sunday morning, and left us the snowblower to finish cleaning up our driveway.

(I want to buy them a gift card for dinner to say thank you, and I really, really, want to write, “Thanks for the snow job.” Too much?)

Everyone keeps asking us if Gus is enjoying the snow. The short answer is: No.

The long answer is: Gus ended up with an ear infection, double pinkeyes, horrible cold and, obviously, a fever, starting Saturday morning. (Which means Mike and I should have pinkeye by Wednesday, you think?)

I blame a young, snot nosed, gentleman who was LICKING everything at the Chickfila playground last week.

Thanks, buddy. Also thank your mom for me, for not watching you, at all.

And so we’ve been inside, tending to our goopy, snotty, miserable child.

The good news? I suspect there will still be snow for him to play in once he’s feeling better.

Definitely over by our mailbox. (The plowman obviously has beef with the mailman, right?)

New House Chronicles: Bye Bye Trees

We’re in the process of building a new house, which I haven’t talked a lot about, only because it wasn’t officially set in stone.

But now?


Now, it’s official.

We periodically drive through our new neighborhood (which is only about five minutes away from our current house) to watch the other houses come together, and see if any of the neighboring lots have been sold.

Usually our lot is just sitting there, minding it’s own business, covered in trees.

Until last week!

We drove by last Saturday and noticed they’ve stared clearing some of the trees.

Now, before you’re like, but trees! nature! Mother Nature must be weeping!

They’re only clearing about a third of the lot, and the rest of the trees are all protected by forest conservation, and can never, ever, be cut down.


Initially, from the car, it sort of looked like maybe a dozen or so trees? I snapped a quick picture, since Gus was sleeping in the back, and we headed home.


The next day, while Gus was with his grandparents, Mike and I went back and walked around on the lot.

1) It was more than a dozen trees.
2) I’m terrible at estimating things like that.
3) See that little stack of tree trunks, off to the right? Here’s a closer shot, with Mike posing for some perspective.


We’re scheduled to break ground in another week or two, and I’m excited to watch our new (and last!) house come together over the next few months!

And Then We Went to the Zoo

I’m on a roll!

Yesterday Gus and I went to the zoo with my friend Julie and her son, Little Richard Harry.


The boys had fun (I think? They waved and clapped a lot at least), Julie and I are now bffs with a giraffe, and it turns out Gus is terrified of roosters (who knew?!)

Also, Julie gave me an in-depth recap of The Rise of the Planet of the Apes, and then pointed out which chimps seemed most likely to revolt.


We went the the zoo a lot when I was a kid, and we always had our picture taken on the lion statues just inside the entrance.

My mother reminded me 700 times to take Gus’s picture on the lion.


And now I’m out of animal-themed day trips. We’ll just go back to our boring errands at Costco and Target.

Mr. Baby Goes to the Aquarium

This weekend we took Gus to the Aquarium for the first time.

He seemed to really enjoy himself (as much as a 10-month-old can, anyway) and he repeatedly tried to reach out and grab the fish, sharks, turtles, and jellyfish, etc. we saw while we were there.


I imagine at this age, trips like this are more fun for the parents. I know I got super excited when a giant sea turtle swam through the new reef exhibit, and when the dolphins splashed by a few feet away from us.

The highlight of our day though, was probably when I dumped a whole bowl of Maryland Crab Soup in my lap. All over my WHITE shorts.

Bright RED soup. Squishy vegetables all over me. Hot soup running down my leg, and into my shoe. I was understandably upset.

And Mike puts his hand on my shoulder and says, “Oh honey, don’t worry. We can get you more soup.”