A quick photo post from this past Labor Day. Pictures from Dragon Con 2013.
Every year we have fun carving pumpkins. I love watching the kids come up with their ideas on paper and then transfer for that thought and imagination to their pumpkins. The concentration that they have drawing their scary or fun faces and then carving them out is amazing. Here are the works of scary art for this year.
The Easter Bunny worked furiously through the night preparing and testing the treasure routes, hiding eggs all along the way. I wonder if there was any confusion this year as there were in years past, hiding eggs but forgetting where the next downstream one was to go. Probably!!!
After a quick breakfast to take up any precious room that might otherwise be used to store extra chocolate, or for the hideout of a recently digested Peep – they never do quite die and I am certain that one day there will be an uprising we will all regret – the treasure hunts began. This year though it was to be a bit tougher for each of the explorers; Jacob was getting older, Isaac was up a good challenge, Violet could now read and Piper was becoming the princess of puzzles.
Today is the big day. According to the kids it might be a day that is Millions, if not Zillions, of years in the making. A day that has emerged from either somewhere near 10,000 BC or near the beginning of time, depending on which expert on such topics you ask. This particular day has waited more 20,454 days to emerge from wherever such days might come. A moment that has somehow squirmed its way through nearly two BILLION seconds of history, 1,767,225,600 specifically – but after 1.5 BILLION who really counts anyway, until it landed square in the lap of today.
Today just so happens to be Grandma’s Birthday.
Happy Birthday Grandma. We all love you !!!
I had the most surreal dream last night – so surreal and so “real” that I thought I would write about it.
As with all dreams, I have no idea how or when it started, why it included either Adam or myself, why we were there or any other thing that a sane person might ask, such is the way of the dream. We needed to eat and Adam knew of this Thai place that supposedly was awesome. And so it was that we arrived at a market. It was magnificently large on the inside and we walked, following his knowing lead, through isles of food, throngs of people and various arena style combat games happening all around, to this small dingy area in the back where many men were standing around focused on the the ceiling. The ceiling was a conglomeration of metal hung somehow from the ether above but the details of such mattered not. What did matter was that the structure was obviously meant to hang the swords of the patrons while they dined. It was a grid, a large one at that, with various levels above each other. The grid was another game, or more specifically the arena “floor” of a game played where you climbed through the overhead maze and chased another player while maneuvering through the lattice in what could only be described as a real life game of Baduk or “Go”, constantly positioning, gaining ground and leverage, all the while out-thinking your opponent, pushing them to the edge where they must submit or fall. The old man already hanging there had crooked teeth and a knowing smile of one who had put others in their place over and over – the master of the grid. The old man held a U shaped crowbar easily in one hand, a tool that allowed him greater mobility through the twisted metal structure, while hanging from the crook of his knees challenging those below him. Adam and I slowly passed under and through this area, pushing through the crowd that watched as a challenger made his way up into the grid, a match was about to unfold above them as Adam lead us to his favorite spot to dine in the back corner. Continue reading
While visiting in Indiana over the summer Carol and I took the kids on a super secret road trip to somewhere cool and exciting near Dayton, OH – or specifically the National Museum of the United States Air Force. When looking up things to do this seemed like a good option. It was reasonably close to Indy to accommodate a day trip, there was no entry fee, they had food onsite and best of all it was chalked full of anything and everything that could, did or might one day fly.
There is no pamphlet that could ever come close to doing this place justice – no way – no how. This is the best museum I have ever been too related to aviation – ever. I think it might even top or at minimum rival the Smithsonian in D.C. – hard to say though since my visit there was in eighth grade. Regardless, the Air Force museum was top notch from the moment we entered when they opened until we were ushered out the doors when they closed. A long day of walking, reading, sightseeing and generally staring in disbelief at the sites surrounding you in three massive hangers. Continue reading
Violet turned five this year while we were visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Indiana. Surrounded by grandparents, and great grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, second cousins and various other people whose relation isn’t quite known, Violet had a great turning of age. Lots of kids, lots of food, lots of gifts, and most importantly lots of cake…although I bet if you ask Violet it would be the gifts that won out, with the cake a close second.
Violet had a blast and I think we even found a genuine moment of both awe and surprise when she pulled out “Dreamlight“. She had been talking about this “thing” for a long while but there was no way daddy was shelling out $50 bucks for a glorified flashlight shoved into a stuffed animal – we did that as kids and while the stuffed animal might not have liked the extra orifice that was created, the effect was the same. Thankfully, Mommy Carol found a great deal on one and Violet’s precious “Green Kitty” was spared the agony that was certain to come otherwise (granted they make flashlights much smaller nowadays…)
On top of the normal birthday cheer it was great to be able to celebrate with the extended family. We don’t get to see them very often, let alone during birthdays or other non-holiday events, and it was refreshing to celebrate with everyone.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIOLET !!!
Piper has now learned that she can write stories and coerce me to get them onto the website. How can I possibly say no. ”A cat and a dog” is another adaptation that Piper has decided to recreate in her own way complete with custom artwork and a reading by the author.
Inspired by the book, The Three Little Billy Goat Gruff, Piper decided that she wanted to tell the story her way – in character voice acting and all. Watching her expressions telling the story I now wish I had used the video camera to record it. Imagination at work !!!