A little too accurate

Earlier today:



W1: Mom, you a cow?

L1 (in the background): Cow!



He somehow peered directly into my mind and found out exactly how I was feeling. (i.e. large, awkward, and slow)


Hopefully, in a few months, he will instead ask me if I am some sort of slender, graceful animal, like a gazelle or something.

But, it's more likely he will stick to the familiar barnyard animals.



I'm doomed.

Our recent (and ever evolving) vacation guidelines:

Starring last week's trip to the Poconos with our good friends the Holmes.


1. Go somewhere with stunning natural beauty.



We have driven through Pennsylvania many times in the summer and in the winter, but never before at Fall's peak. Oh my. My expectations of what Fall should look like are forever set high.


2. Find lots of things to do outside. Like climb.


And hike. Preferably alongside a river. So W1 and L1 can throw approximately 500 pounds of sticks and rocks into the water.


Both of the above activities are engineered to make everyone very tired.


3. Find some fabulous food. A day trip to Philadelphia provided the ideal opportunity for Philly Cheesesteaks.



4. Sneak in a little history (or a lot if your kids can stand it). In Philadelphia we dragged them to see the Liberty Bell, Benjamin Franklin's printing office, and Independence Hall.


During this tour, L1 discovered that if he screamed, I would take him out of the room. Huh. We spent most of our time in the stairwell.


5. Do something new.


Thanks to the Holmes' and their GPS, we found our first geocache.

Feel free to follow, adapt, or completely ignore these guidelines.

Something I would probably not do

On Sunday, we took a little drive up to the shore of Lake Ontario in Webster. The scenery was beautiful; leaves changing color, apple orchards laden with fruit, etc. Lovely upstate New York.

When we got up to the shore, we realized that it was very windy. A cold sort of windy. A beautiful and cold sort of windy.


If you take a really close look at that picture, you can see the windsurfer. To me, cold and wet equals not much fun, but he seemed to be having a great time. The wind got him moving really fast, and there were plenty of waves to jump. It looked like quite a ride. So maybe it would be fun, but on a day that was at least 40 degrees warmer.

While we are discussing our weekend, on Saturday we checked another item off of our "things to do in the Fall" list.

We picked out pumpkins.


L1 thinks his pumpkin is a ball and likes to throw it. W1 keeps getting knives out of the silverware drawer to cut his (they are only butter knives so he isn't very effective), and he already drew a "face" on it with marker.

For the time being, we are keeping our pumpkins inside so that the kamikaze squirrels in our neighborhood can't lay a finger (talon?) on them.

Suddenly, we are:

- scrambling around to find fleeces, hats, vests, sweaters and coats.

- picking more apples and having hot cider, apple pie, apple bread, and anything else we can think of.


- harvesting the fall raspberries from the bushes in our backyard. (L1 isn't so good at discerning ripe from unripe, but he eats them all, regardless)

- seeing pumpkins everywhere. W1 is extremely good at spotting them.

- planning Halloween costumes.



Today I finished off the first Kleenex box of the season wiping endlessly runny noses.

Yep, it's Fall.

W1 reveals his true motivations

A conversation earlier today.

W1: I want to go to the dentist.

K1 (shocked that those words would cross anyone's lips): Why? So he can check your teeth?

W1: Yeah.


A few moments later,

W1: And he will tell me to spit.




*We read a book about visiting the dentist a few days ago, and now we know which part made the biggest impression.

This is the short short version

How we spent the last week of September.


Apple picking with W1's preschool and a bunch of other friends. Apples straight from the tree are exceptionally delicious.


A quick weekend trip to New York City to participate in the Tunnel to Towers run, eat many delicious things, sightsee, and shop for counterfeit goods in Chinatown.

While I was gone, R1 and the kids visited the Zoo, took naps together, and ate lots of hot dogs.

Today I am glad that...

• We now have pillowcases that match our duvet cover. I keep walking into our bedroom to admire them.
• The weather is cooler than it was yesterday. Not that yesterday was that hot. It's just that me and the extra twenty pounds I am carrying around really thought so.
• The extra twenty pounds I am am carrying around is because I am pregnant, and that this little girl kicks me constantly to remind me of that.
• When I asked W1 if he was excited to go to preschool tomorrow, he said "Yes!" instead of his usual "No, Mom, I can't.". Perhaps it is only because there is a fun field trip planned for tomorrow, but I am glad, nonetheless.
• We have some very absorbant towels to mop up the excessive amounts of water on the floor when L1 finishes his bath. "The water stays in the tub!" makes no impression on an 18 month old.
• People write books for me to read and therefore forget all about things like laundry and peanut butter that needs to be scrubbed off the underside of the table.
• Saturday I am headed to NYC for a girl's weekend. Yay!