Archive for August, 2015

  • Chapter 122- Holey Moley Donuts and Gordon Park


    Last week I saw a picture of donuts from Holey Moley, and decided to pack up the kids and take a trip for a mid-morning snack.


    We pranced our way into the sort of odd location (the lobby area connected to Coquette Cafe and a few other businesses), smashed our faces against the glass, and chose donuts.  Little T and J opted for the Boston Cream, Little A got the Red Velvet, and S got the Sugar Babies (I didn’t realize we’d get two).  Oh, and I got the Coffee Cake Old Fashioned donut…I may be thinking about it right now wishing it were in my mouth.  It was SO good.


    Turns out the pair of Sugar Babies came in handy, because after Little A licked off the frosting of her Red Velvet, she decided she didn’t like it.  Luckily we had a spare!

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    Just because there was a lot of twin love that day.

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    There was also a lot of hair flipping and squeezing and singing.

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    So then, after the donuts, the kids requested a park.  I agreed it would be a good idea, and asked if they wanted to go to a park we know, or just drive around until we found one.  They chose the latter, and we ended up at Gordon Park.


    It was almost deserted, because it was almost lunchtime, and the sky was threatening to rain at any minute.  We took our chances!

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    And there’s a woman, Amanda Magee, who has some beautiful things to say about life and parenting.  And she often says yes when she wants to say no (in terms of things like pulling over to swim in a lake with her daughters).  And when I saw the enormous sandbox, I was temped to request that the kids stay out of it.  Because who in their right mind likes dealing with sand in hair and eyes and shoes and anywhere else you can think of?


    But I thought of Amanda, and I said yes.  And the fun we had was worth the sand in my car.

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    I had spotted a big wall across a soccer field, so we took off our shoes and ran across to find out what was behind the wall.  Turns out, it’s a building with some graffiti which makes a great backdrop for photos.

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    And that was that.  A really enjoyable morning and totally worth it all!


    A. Storm



  • Chapter 121- Cushing Park


    A few weeks ago, before summer was not ALMOST OVER OH MY GOSH, we made the trek out to Cushing Park. It was super easy to find and was well contained.  I like those qualities in a park.


    The play structure was wooden, and had a fence around with only one entrance/exit.  Perfect for people with multiple heads to count.


    The sandbox was a hit, as was just general exploring and running around with our cousin!


    After we snacked on some sandwiches from The Picnic Basket, we headed to the stream to play in the water.  More friends met up with us, and we tromped through the water searching for tadpoles and more.

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    We even caught and released some tiny catfish!

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    We had a blast.  We caught fish, jumped and splashed, played, and definitely found a leach on one of us.  Eeek!


    All in all, it was a really fun day.  The play structure was big, there was a lot of shade, and who can complain about water to splash around in?

    Hope you guys are enjoying the last bit of summer!

    A. Storm


  • In case you had the wrong idea about me…

    I feel like I need to clear up something.  An old friend of mine and I were texting the other day.  She asked what I was up to, and I said “not really anything…just sort of, you know…waiting till kids’ bedtime”.  Here’s what followed:


    Because here’s the thing.  I’ve had some people tell me that my life looks “perfect” from the blog, that I always do such amazing things with my kids all the time, that they could never do what I do even with less kids.  Or my favorite, that I seem so organized and together.

    So I’m here to set the record straight.  There are approximately 56 hours in a week which I could take my kids out adventuring (8 hours a day, 7 days a week).  Each blog entry covers about 2-3 hours of our week.  That means that the remaining 53 hours are spent doing things like:


    Playing naked karate in front of a soccer game.


    Going to the doctor’s office because if someone gets sick, that means that someone else will get sick two days later.  And someone else two days after that.  And the someone else two days after that.  And maybe I’m lucky to not get sick, but chances are I will and we’ll have another day at home doing exactly nothing.


    Building “A Big Dog Bone” out of wood, paper cups, and garbage they found in our tiny back yard.  Which is dangerous.


    Eating pizza on the couch.  In nothing but a diaper.


    Piling up all the crap from my four kids’ shared bedroom, into one bed.

    I swear a lot.  My kids eat fast food.  Our neighbors can hear yelling if our windows are open, I’m sure.  We watch too much TV.  I make mistakes with my kids, my husband, my family, and my friends on a regular basis.

    The definition of perfect (as described by follows:

    1. conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type
    2. excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvement
    3. exactly fitting the need in a certain situation or for a certain purpose
    4. entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings
    5. accurate, exact, or correct in every detail
    6. thorough; complete; utter
    7. pure or unmixed
    I’m not unanimously, correct, thorough, excellent beyond improvement, or without flaws.  For example, I can’t figure out how to get this post to format correctly with spacing, and I’m too lazy to do any research/problem solving.
    But I’m doing the best I can.  And if I don’t take pictures of the meltdowns, the yelling, the sitting at home doing nothing, just please know that they exist.  Because that stuff just isn’t as fun to look at.  And since my mom is my biggest fan, I’d like to post cute pictures of her grandkids and make her proud of me actually getting my crew out of the house.
    Now that you have the full (well almost 😉 ) picture of me, let’s keep adventuring.
    Thanks for reading,
    A. Storm