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  • Chapter 152- Lion’s Den Gorge

    Day off of school?  In our house, that means a family hike!  Even though we do this pretty often, I still get complaints at first when I mention it.  “But I don’t even liiiiiiike hiking!” and “It’s too boring!” are common responses.  While I understand that a 3mi hike is a lot for those little legs, THEY LOVE IT EVERY TIME.

    So on our most recent no-school day, we got out my current favorite book (Kevin Revolinski’s Best Hikes Near Milwaukee).  I had a vote to hike near water, and the kids wanted a loop that was less than three miles.  Oh, and of course not more than an hour away.  Because I’m old school and don’t have anything electronic for my kids in the car, they’re stuck with books and art supplies for long trips.  Luckily, Lion’s Den Gorge made all the requirements.

    The trip started out with an end-of-the-world itchy glove issue (see above for clues), but the disaster quickly remedied itself with the distraction of nature and siblings.  Which, come to think of it, remedies most things in life.

    *a quick note that erosion is present and bluffs are steep, so please review with your family the necessity for staying on the trails.

    The kids decided to take the Bluff Trail down to the beach, which is when I regretted not bringing my other new favorite book, Stan Tekiela’s Trees of Wisconsin Field Guide.  I’m sure we passed through birch trees, but there were many others that I haven’t yet learned to identify.  Games of tag and zombies and collecting shiny ice vs “blocky” ice (whatever that means) kept everyone pretty busy, and we suddenly found ourselves at the top of the steps down to the beach.  Heads up that there are a lot of steps.

    We spent close to an hour at the beach, throwing rocks in the water and exploring the rapidly receding ice shelf.  And getting our winter boots soaked with water, of course.  We talked about how the waves were slowly melting the ice, and noted the small creek flowing into Lake Michigan.  Little T made use of her monocular (thanks Aunt Jamie and Uncle Rick!) and spotted some ducks out on the water for viewing.

    When our snacks were about to run out (I think we went through a bag of carrots and celery, four granola bars, a sleeve of Girl Scout cookies, and string cheese for all…people were HUNGRY on this hike!), we made our way up the stairs.  The kids drew a map in the dirt and decided to take the Bluff Trail back because it was shady and they had such a good time on the way down.

    My youngest found some birch, and she told her siblings that’s what people wrote on before paper was invented.

    An added bonus of the trip was that two out of four kids mastered the use of a compass!

    Everyone loved the long boardwalk at the marsh, near the end of the hike.  The kids brought back the nature-exploring technique they learned in preschool of lying on your belly to look off of a dock or pier.  It’s a safe way to get close to the water!

    Success.  Another day, another hike, another reminder of how lucky we are to have so many unique places to explore.



  • Chapter 143- Gibraltar Rock / Merrimac Ferry / Dr. Evermor’s Forevertron

    I believe that fieldtrips are very important to a kids’ education.  And while our school is really amazing, they aren’t able to take my children on ALL the kinds of fieldtrips they need.  Those kind would be hikes in the woods.

    So when a friend I met on Instagram (weird, I know.  I feel conflicted about social media and virtual friendships, but I’ve made quite a few real friends through the internet so I can’t say it’s all bad) said she was hiking Gibraltar Rock on a Friday, I knew this was a fieldtrip worth missing school for!

    Leading up to the trip, I talked with my kids about the Ice Age Trail.  We learned that it follows the border of the last continental glacier in Wisconsin.  The giant sheets of ice pushed boulders and land into new formations 12,000 years ago, and now we get to see coulees, drumlins, bogs, kettles and moraines.  The Ice Age Trail Alliance has a great website with lots of information about the trail and ways that YOU can volunteer!  We’ll be hiking lots of different sections of the trail this summer, too.

    We met Kelly in the parking lot near Lodi, and put our boots and hats on for good measure.  The kids took turns carrying the backpack full of their water, and we decided that we’ll be asking for four of these when birthdays roll around next.

    The trail was easy to maneuver, and nobody got lost in their dashes ahead of me and Kelly.  There was a lot of yelling in excitement and finding sticks and using pine needles as brooms and whining that we were going either too fast or too slow.  You know, the usual.

    Kelly knows a lot more about plants/flowers/trees than I, so she educated us on jack-in-the-pulpits, trilliums and skunk cabbage.  Stay away from the latter.

    The hike from the parking lot to the top was less than a mile which was nice.  It definitely gets a little unnerving for mothers of four near the top, so if you go make sure your kids understand the necessity to stay on the trail.  It is a very long way down.  And we of course want to be safe and not add to erosion, but also keep the plants and flowers from getting trampled.

    Once we got to the lookout, we had snacks of apples and cookies and the kids did their best to give me a heart attack.  We grilled Kelly about her life because it was the first time we’d hung out, so thanks Kelly for fielding our million questions.  And for sharing about your hiking history!

    We saw quite a few large birds flying overhead, and read a bit about red-tailed hawks and other birds of prey who fly the thermals created by the tall cliffs (JSOnline has a good article about the hike).  I can’t say for certain what we saw, but I’m pretty sure J’s guess of Peregrin Falcons was a bit off.  Good guess, though!

    After our butts were sufficiently cold from sitting on chilly rocks, we decided to head back down.  Kelly grabbed this next pic of us right before we found the brightest bug ever!

    This little spider was about the size of a pinhead, and was a vibrant red from head to toe.  Half of my kids were scared and the other half wanted to take it home.

    On the way back down, Kelly got a good dose of whining that “this view is terrible!” and “I can’t walk any farther” and “I want to go home”.   I’m getting pretty good at just ignoring the ridiculousness of such statements and getting them excited about the next big thing.

    Which was finishing the hike and heading to the Merrimac Ferry!  After we said our thank yous and goodbyes to Kelly, and promising to do it again sometime soon, I took her directions to just keep heading north on 113 and find the ferry which carries cars across the Wisconsin River.  It’s free and runs around the clock from April to November.

    We were first in line and had to wait only about 3 minutes for the ferry to return from the other side.  When the gate opened, I drove on and put my car in park, hoping that’s all I needed to do.  At first there was some hesitation with getting out of the car.  For a 5 year old, it was a little unnerving to be floating across water where he thought sharks were just waiting to eat us alive.  After going over saltwater vs. freshwater, we all exited the car and took in the sights.

    And by the time we got outside, it was time to hustle back into the car.  It took about 5 minutes to cross the river, and when we arrived at the other side, we just turned around and got back in line to go back.

    Once back, I decided to try and find Dr. Evermor’s Forevertron.  I’ve been meaning to take the kids for a while, and since we were in no hurry to get anywhere, I headed southeast.  I didn’t have a map in the car, and wasn’t getting any reception on my phone to look at GPS, so I tapped into my innate navigational skills and hoped for the best.

    We ended up finding hwy 12 and that’s when I found service, so we knew to head north.  I’m pretty sure there used to be giant metal sculptures on the side of the highway to mark the spot, but I didn’t see them this time.  It took a tiny bit of backtracking, but we eventually found the entrance, just south of  Delaney’s Surplus.

    And when we got there, any trace of whining and complaining ended.  All four of my kids were entranced by the enormous machines and creations.  They all split up and walked around in amazement, imagining what the sculptures could do if they were functioning.

    There are very few pieces that you can actually sit/stand on, so if you go remember a few things:

    • This is about art, so be respectful of the work and take time to imagine what it might take to build and create these pieces.
    • There are no bathrooms here, but there is a gas station just north of the park.
    • Hours are posted online, and there is a box for donations.  There’s no entrance fee, so be generous with your dollars.
    • This fascinating place is run by the family of Dr. Evermor.  If you get the chance to speak with Lady Eleanor, whose office is in the park, please do so.   Her husband is Dr. Evermor and she’s knowledgable about the entire park and process.

    Speaking of Lady Eleanor, here she is.  She was kind enough to let me take her photo after we talked for a while about the history and future of the park.  She shared with me Dr. Evermor’s inspiration, a bit about her family, and the timeframe in which pieces were constructed.

    Near the end of our visit, my dude J took me on a tour of all of the bird-looking creatures.  I wish you all could have seen it.  Though it was starting to sprinkle, he pointed to almost every single creature and had names like “three-headed chicken lizard” and “electric cat king” and “fire-breathing trooper”.   He was in his element!

    When the rain turned into a drizzle, we packed up and headed to Madison.  Our friends hosted us for an overnight stay (which was the best, I love you Kady!) and then we hurried back to Milwaukee for a Saturday morning soccer game.

    It was a pretty epic trip in all.  We learned a lot about geological history in Wisconsin, we met a new friend, went on our first car ferry, filled our imaginations with art, and saw some old friends.  When we got home, I had grand plans to have the kids write/draw about the Ice Age Trail and present it to their teachers.  However, that didn’t pan out so my kids just ended up talking about all the adventures they had, throwing out terms like “glacier” and “driftless”.  Good enough!

    Hope this week is treating you well, all.  Be on the lookout for some pieces I’ll be contributing to Metroparent Magazine in the next few months, and I hope to see you adventuring soon!

    A. Storm

  • Chapter 143- Kettle Moraine State Forest- Pike Lake Unit

    A few weeks ago (ok, it was mid-March.  I’m a little behind here) I desperately needed to walk in the woods.  I’m finding a direct link between my emotional state and exercise/exposure to the outdoors, and on a Sunday that my husband was coaching soccer, I packed up some snacks and winter gear and headed north on highway 45.

    The kids asked for a place with an observation tower, so a quick search turned up Pike Lake.  The drive was only about 40 min from Milwaukee, and was super easy find.

    We parked near the playground on the beach, and headed north on the hiking trail.  Before we even started, though, two of my kids got super muddy and started crying.  Luckily I’m good at deescalating (ignoring) things like that and we made it to the beach to find shells and lots of fun ice formations.

    We had left the car about 20 minutes prior, and made it only 30 feet into the trail, so I tried to get the kids moving.  Eventually they gave in, followed me, and then ran ahead leaving me in the dust.  We found a little fort and Little T took notes while the other girls discussed some very serious business.

    We stopped at the next lake access and threw stones.  Because it wouldn’t be an adventure without throwing rocks in water!

    About 1/2 mile (and about 45 minutes) later, we stopped on a bench for snacks.  The terrain had turned to a prairie with a much different view and we sat and talked about how different the trail was at this point.

    This was one of the first hikes that I actually brought a physical map to, so we spent lots of time learning how to read a map.  We were on the lookout for trail markers, and decided that since this was one of the slowest hikes we’d been on, we should take the green trail as a shortcut.  That trail cut down into very beautiful and muddy valley, and the kids did a great job learning to read maps/signs.


    We found some pine trees and the kids listened to me go on and on about how beautiful the small forest was.

    The kids spotted an uprooted tree and speculated how old it was, if we could get it to live again by tipping it back up, and what it could provide for animals/plants now that it was on the ground.  And we poked it with sticks.  Cause that’s pretty much childhood, right?  Poking things with sticks.


    Close to the end of our two mile and TWO HOUR hike, S was feeling a little tired and whiney so J took her hand.  It was a pretty sweet moment because it was completely unprompted and served as a good reminder that they do indeed care for each other.

    When we crossed the road back to the parking lot, after slipping and sliding down a muddy hill, the kids cheered for their accomplishment.  It wasn’t all THAT far, but those little legs carried them for a long time.

    They of course still had energy for a playground, so we played for a few minutes, and then cried when it was time to leave.  Which is how many of our adventures end.  Yay!

    We didn’t make the observation tower, but it’ll be on our summer adventure list.  There are lots of other trails we’d like to try, so we’ve got plenty of reasons to head back.  Plus it’s so close to Milwaukee!

    Thanks for your patience in my posts…I’m trying to get caught up.  But who knows, maybe it’ll be June and you’ll still be seeing posts of hikes in snow 🙂

    A. Storm

  • Chapter 142- Point Beach State Park & John Michael Kohler Arts Center

    On one of the Fridays off my kids had in March (there were a ton, though I’m not complaining because it means we get to go adventure!), I convinced my friend Margo to caravan up to Point Beach State Park with me.  Remember that I’m a “wing it” kind of woman?  Well I grossly underestimated the distance and sort of just got in the car and headed north, and it took us almost two hours to reach our destination.  Granted, a trip to Culver’s for ice cream may have added a few minutes to our travel time.

    But it was worth the drive.  Once Margo, our combined 7 children, and I arrived, we briefly looked at the trail map.  It was a little confusing because not everything was open and snow was covering most of the ground.  So we migrated towards the beach and the kids immediately waded in the icy cold water.  Luckily, our boots were waterproof enough to keep toes mostly dry.

    We then decided to just head to the woods and play in the snow.  A campground was across from the beach, so we made our way there.

    The kids got right to eating and throwing snow, dragging sticks, and searching for frozen puddles and ponds.  We hadn’t had much snow in Milwaukee, so it was a great surprise to play in lots of wet but fluffy white stuff!  Margo and I watched our kids make up imaginary games, discover new “nature treasures” as my kids say, and trek over small hills and through trees.

    After more than an hour of playing and walking not very far but having a blast, kids started to get a little chilly.

    We decided it was a good time to head back south and try to visit the John Michael Kohler Arts Center in Sheboygan on our way back home.  So after one last stop at the beach to get our boots thoroughly wet, we piled in the car and shoved some snacks in our faces.

    We were dry and somewhat rested by the time we arrived in Sheboygan, but my lack of planning gave us less than an hour to visit the museum.  The Arts Center has an amazing kids studio, called the ARTery which is open these hours.  The arts center is always free which is incredible.

    We made small booklets from magazines and folded paper, and worked on those fine motor skills to balance out the day.

    There was also a table with clay.  The kids were encouraged to check out the museum and a particular exhibit which had small figurines.  They came back to the ARTery and created their own little creatures.  Little T has a real strong affinity to cats, so she of course made a teeny tiny little kitty.

    Our time at the Arts Center was way too short, so we’ll definitely be back.  Sheboygan is only an hour north of Milwaukee, and we hope to combine it with the Children’s Museum and a trip back to Bookwork Gardens in the summer.

    On the way home, the sunset was incredible.  My oldest took the camera to capture the beautiful lines the clouds were making, so I’ll leave you with her shot.  A little blurry, but I think it does the sky and our day justice.

    Hope you all had a good weekend, and got outside to celebrate Earth Day!

    A. Storm

  • Chapter 140- Schlitz Audubon Nature Center


    Contrary to what my kids’ faces say in this photo, we had a really nice hike at Schlitz Audubon Nature Center over winter break.  We met up with some friends and took to the trails to adventure and get really wet and a little chilly.  This post is a little short on words, so browse through the “General Outdoor Adventures” category on the right for many more adventures to SANC.


    We headed out on the Norman C. Huth trail, and made our way to Teal pond, which was frozen through.  So of course, we went “boot skating”!  After slipping and sliding around, the group decided to keep going towards the North Prairie trail.


    About halfway through, we had requests to take a break at the tall evergreens.  We stopped on some benches in the tall evergreens and ate some granola bars.

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    The kids were pretty beat after the hike, so after stopping on the rocking chairs on the porch, we went inside for snacks and hot chocolate.  In the main hall, you can grab a cup of coffee, tea or hot chocolate and leave a donation in thanks.  We also looked at the resident rodents and turtles while warming up.  Schlitz Audubon has SO many opportunities to learn and explore, you just have to make the trip there to see all the options.


    I’ll leave you with this picture of Little A and S reading trail maps in kid-sized rocking chairs.  Because there’s nothing cuter than when kids cross their legs as if they’re reading the Sunday paper.

    Hope you’re all doing well this spring, and getting outside!

    A. Storm

  • Chapter 137- Trails near Hoyt Pool in Wauwatosa


    We’re trying to build in more family hikes to our schedules, so on Sunday we rallied to head out and breathe some fresh air!  Since snow was in the forecast, we kept it local and just went to the trails at Hoyt Park.  For the life of me, I can’t figure out what the trail system is actually called.  Because east of 92nd, it’s apparently called the Forked Aster Hiking Trail according to one map, but other than that I can’t seem to find any information on it.  And west of 92nd, there’s a trail system that goes all the way north of Capitol, but I can’t find a map or name for that.  I know the trails have lots of mountain bikers on them, but that’s all I have.  Please comment below if you have links to maps or names for these trails!


    Anyway, back to the hike.  We arrived and headed into the woods at the west end of Hoyt Pool’s parking lot, right along the railroad tracks.  It was just starting to snow…big fat wet flakes.



    The kids started out REAL slow, picking up every stick and log (seriously) they could find.  The loop is just over 2 miles and it was a bit chilly, so Theo and I tried to keep people moving at a steady pace.  But there was so much to see! The Menomonee River, mallards swimming and searching for food, rocks with interesting patterns, a dusting of snow to eat, and lots more.


    The kids asked me to take a photo of what the sky looks like when we were considering just how far snowflakes have to fall to reach the ground.


    When the snow picked up, Little A plopped herself in the middle of the trail to catch snowflakes and roll around.  Any dog owners out there?  It was a little like watching your puppy roll in the snow for the first time.


    S of course insisted on hiking in a dress and tights, with her piggy, blankie, and pacifier.  We’re losing the battle on that last one.  Ugh.  I totally get how youngest children get spoiled.  You just don’t have it in you to fight the battle with some things.

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    There are some small mountain biking jumps, which we used as slides.  And then we immediately regretted not wearing snowpants!

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    By the time we made the loop, the snow was really coming down.  We made snowballs and threw them in the water.  And at each other 😉

    Portrait time:

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    Just as we were heading back to the parking lot (making sure to hike on the trail NOT next to the playground, because I don’t know about you but if my kids see a playground, it’s really difficult to keep them from it!), a train came by.


    And just like that, we were back at our car.  We snagged a 6-person selfie, took off our wet gear and headed home for hot chocolate and baths.

    It’s amazing how much nature soothes my soul.  And I don’t think I’m alone in this.  I’m so busy with getting places and fulfilling duties and making sure people are safe and loved, that I rarely get to gaze at a sunset long enough to feel its rays enter my being.  I rarely get to see mountains in the distance and feel just how small we are, and how in my own head I’ve been.  In the summer we get to the beach or maybe go camping and gaze at the stars, but waiting for nice weather/school to be out is not enough for me.

    So doing things like this means the world to me.  And we benefit as a family, too.  We’re not complaining about getting a new Lego set/watching the tv/sharing a toy.  We’re learning about the world around us and completing a challenge together.  Granted, a quick hike in the city is a small challenge at this point (they don’t know about my plans to backpack through a National Park someday soon), but it’s something.

    I’d like to give a shout out to Milwaukee County Parks for giving our family the opportunity to connect and be a part of something bigger than ourselves.

    Wishing peace to all,


  • Chapter 136- Seven Bridges


    Today, in an effort to switch up our routine of staying in pjs all day, we took a hike at Seven Bridges Park.


    It was pretty chilly, so we got on our hats and mittens (and leg warmers where applicable), and drove just south of the city.


    We started out on the trails on top of the bluff, and explored interesting pieces of wood, leaves, holes in logs, and other “nature treasures” as my kids started saying.


    The path we were on led to some steps, which led to beautiful Lake Michigan.  Even though it was cold, the kids got busy right away with exploring the edge of the beach and finding rocks.  We found endless patterns and designs in the rocks, and worked on our rock-skipping techniques.  Ted happens to be pretty much a champion when it comes to things like juggling, catching M&Ms in his mouth from very high distances, and skipping rocks.  So even with the waves, the kids got to see some serious skill.

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    Little A rolled around in the rocks and seemed to think she was making snow angels.  I swear I could see her absorbing the damp air into her soul.


    Ted and I played as adults play.  He practiced his long jump while he thought nobody was looking, and I showed my kids how I got the school record at discus.

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    S was a sight to see, just tromping along in her leg warmers, pacifier, blankie, and wet shoes from trying to imitate her papa jumping over the water.

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    The big kids went up and down some stairs that S deemed too steep, so she greeted them with open arms at the bottom.


    Ted and J crossed a log bridge, and I have no idea what my son is doing in the photo.  Something awesome, no doubt!


    Oh!  And I caught this moment on camera…Little A slid down to the creek and had a hard time getting up.  Her big sis handed her the walking stick and pulled her up.  Man, that was heartwarming.

    I’ll leave you with some of the treasures we found.  We’ve been doing a lot of doodling with shapes and forms at home, so we are storing some of the patterns in our brains for the next art session.

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    Thanks for reading, all.  Lots of love and peace to everyone out there.

    A. Storm

  • 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


  • Chapter 118- Ingebrigt Håker Flaten at Anodyne Coffee


    A few weeks ago, I saw a notification on my Facebook page that Anodyne Coffee was hosting a free performance by Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, a jazz bassist from Norway who was in town for the OKKA Fest.  Since I knew nothing about Ingebrigt or the jazz fest, I thought it would be a perfect event for my four kids!


    We got to Anodyne a few minutes later than I hoped (for some reason Bay View is the Bermuda Triangle for me.  I can NEVER find a decent route there, and since I’m a “just wing it” kind of gal, I don’t bother looking at a map or getting GPS).

    But when we arrived, we had to share a table with four other people.  One of my kids was feeling particularly shy and obstinate that day, so we almost had to call it off due to table sharing.  Luckily, two super nice folks saw what was about to happen and offered up their table, saving the day.


    We sat down to munch on our cookies and juice (soda? whatever you want to call San Pellegrino) and it was awesome.


    Awesome because the music was nothing like my kids had ever heard.  It was also out of my typical listening genres.  It was disjointed, confusing, interesting, and involved lots of plucking/striking/squealing.  Of course, because I’m out of my element, I’m using non technical terms.  But it was SO interesting to hear and see.


    It was a quiet crowd, as you had to be in order to hear some of the music.  Not something many (ahem, any) people would take their kids to.  The twins and Little T did a good job of listening and letting other people enjoy the performance, but my 1.5 year old didn’t really understand why she had to eat a cookie in silence for 20 minutes.  There were a few “MAMA!” shouts, but other than that, they were all pretty good.  Actually, three people came up to me afterwards and complimented the kids.  High five, team!


    We played on the sidewalk for a few minutes, before deciding we need to run off some sugar.


    So we headed to Humboldt Park!  It was a busy and beautiful day, and I spent most of the time pushing kids on the swings.  Any other parents out there avoid parks with swings?  I do.  It’s nearly impossible to find four swings in a row (at least two have to be big kids swings, at least one has to be a little kid swing).  So I spend my time trying to keep an eye on many people in many different parts of a playground.  But it works out.

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    It was really fun to do something out of our element, followed up by running around outside at a beautiful park.

    A. Storm