Sunday, August 7, 2016

Eight is Great!

One week ago, our our Little Miss turned a big, crazy, eight. 

Her big birthday requests: 
-A celebration with a few friends at Chuck E. Cheese 
-Shopping, shopping, and more shopping. 

Apparently she inherited a few things from me, including my love and pickiness of clothes. So I allowed her to pick a few things out online (because I was tired of her not wearing things I bought her), and the morning of her birthday party, we gave her a limit and she went on a little spree at Le Tarjay. 


What have I created...?!

She had a blast at the mouse house, playing her heart out for copious amounts of tickets which bought limited amounts of super high-quality playthings. But the fact that there was zero party prep or clean up -- all we had to do was show up and leave -- I can't complain!


She talked about this ticket blaster every
day for like a month before the party.

Time for cake (I didn't make!)



Her actual birthday, which was a week after the party, fell on the last day of our annual church campout (much more to come on that one). It was a much simpler, yet equally wonderful birthday celebration.

When we heard the first sounds of life at the crack of dawn, we scrambled out of our tent (well I did anyway, Peter was already up and cooking breakfast) and sang happy birthday to her through the wall of the kids' tent amidst giggles and groans. When I unzipped their tent to take a peek, I found her busily drawing and coloring: 





I caught up with her more at breakfast, where she was busy having her morning hot chocolate. She said that she wanted to go fishing before we packed up to head home, so fishing we went. 



We still have never managed to actually catch a fish while fishing, but Little Miss did find a moth in the water, so she spent a good long while rescuing it and helping it to safety. 

On the drive home, she had her nose in a book as usual and then decided to share with the family. So we heard a few chapters of Little Women and found out how high her reading level has skyrocketed over her summer of bookwormery. I know I shouldn't be surprised about these things anymore but...I was impressed.

Finally, we arrived home to find the very first ripe peach on our peach tree, which Marie got to pick. She also donned some of her new clothes once home and picked the perfect Coldstone cake to share before bedtime and measuring time - another three inches gained this year! (I think my days of being taller are numbered). 






I love reflecting on this little girl who first gave me the gift of motherhood - it is amazing to see how she is growing, with her sweet heart and the innocence of little kid loves and the complexity of big kid ideas and all sorts of fun in between. Here's to eight great years of loving our lovely Marie!


Sunday, July 24, 2016

A Happy 4th {Nice and Late}

I've always loved the 4th of July, and this year was no exception. I plopped all of these pictures here after we got home from the fireworks, but never got around to hitting publish until now. It's mostly for my own benefit, so I have a repository for the pictures of Ethan and me that have become our yearly tradition--it's getting harder and harder to find them all buried in the annals of my computer files. But if you're bored and looking to rekindle that Indepedence Day spirit, enjoy!

Always my favorite float.

Patriotic Samson (+ epic drool)

I had this grand idea to make a strawberry pie...
...Good thing I took a before picture #piewrecks


We used to be able to walk to get a view of the fireworks, but they're building a hospital and new condos in the field old fireworks field so they moved them across town. Thankfully, we discovered we can walk to the new location from Peter's parents' house.

Pre-gaming in the driveway.






The Ethan & Mom 4th of July Picture Tradition


2012
2013
2014
2015

2016


I almost wore a different hat I have that's new this year, but after digging up our other pictures in preparation I had a moment of self-doubt and thought, if this fedora made it for the last three years, should I break the streak? Or carry on in the tradition? Should I keep up with the times to showcase the evolution of fashion along with our faces, or will having the same fedora in our picture fifteen years from now garishly funny when I can't believe such things were ever in style? 

It's a first-world problem that's like a bad version of the lady dog's existential crisis in Go Dogs, Go -- "Do you like my hat?" 
"No, I do not like your hat."

Anyway, stay tuned for next year, and here's hoping twenty days late that you had a happy 4th as well!







Wednesday, June 29, 2016

What is a Week-End?


We escaped to the mountains for the second weekend in a row, this time for an overnight stint at Sylvan Lake State Park out past Vail. 

Many campsites book up quickly Friday and Saturday, but are open on Sunday night, so Peter decided to take off work Monday instead of Friday. Saturday night we also had mass and a farewell party for our associate pastor (whom we've grown close to as a family over the past year - sadface), so it worked out well. Let me tell you, stretching out the weekend and "skipping" Monday in the real world to go play out of range in the wilderness was fantastic. I think the Dowager Countess was on to something:


We decided to try a little something new and booked a no-frills camping cabin to maximize our time (and save my neck and body temperature regulation tendency toward the hypothermic) instead of dragging the tent along for just one night. We also looked at yurts, but thought the cabin best suited our needs this time around. The cabin had a fire pit, picnic tables outside and in, wood stove inside, two bunk beds (one with a queen mattress) on which we plopped our sheets and sleeping bags and pillows, and most importantly heat! It was nice and secluded in the trees, with a view of the lake and bathrooms and a water pump just a few yards away. 


We did just enough in the two days we were there--a good balance of hiking, fishing, cooking over the fire and roasting marshmallows, letting the kids explore, and relaxing. I also finished a book while there, of course. The trail circling the lake was fun to explore, and there was a path leading directly from our cabin to a trail that climbed the ridge above us, winding through a magical aspen grove and ending with breathtaking views of the lake, valley, and surrounding peaks. We've already looked at booking a longer weekend next year so we can take advantage of other cool-looking trails and time out on the water (the campground offers canoe, kayak, and paddleboard rentals). It was another worthwhile trip--it was another reminder of how much I love our endless playground of a state and how lucky we are to be able to enjoy it! 

FISHING
We watched dozens of trout swim past our hooks, but they were too smart to be our lunch.


RELAXING


These pretty snail shells were everywhere.

Just before we went to bed, we heard the sudden crashing of a huge-sounding
animal running through woods right along our camp site. My head knew that it was
just a deer, but my pounding heart was glad for some solid walls and a locked door!

We sat by the campfire for awhile after it got dark and we put the kids to bed.
The stars were brilliant and endless-we had some good talks about the
universe as we marveled at its beauty and immensity.

Pancakes for breakfast! Only one kid fell out of bed in the middle of the night (thankfully
the bottom bunk!) and blessedly they all managed to sleep until about 7am. 



HIKING THE LAKE







HIKING THE RIDGE


[The handstand didn't go quite this well].

Sampling of the wildflowers the kids kept sweetly picking for me.






My favorite of the trip. I love these kids, and
LOVE that this is becoming their norm!

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Mother Nature is a Cruel Mistress

The first week of June a little storm blew in, as happens in these parts on June afternoons.

I rounded up the kids from outside and told them to throw their toys in the garage, anticipating that they'd be out playing again in a few. After all, one of Denver's mottos is "if you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes."

Peter arrived home unexpectedly early, just as the first big fat raindrops started splatting on the ground, so he parked in the driveway and helped me grab the trashcans that were out for trash day so they wouldn't wash away. Then we ducked inside amidst peals of thunder to get a little work done in the basement office. As nature would have it, though, we weren't about to get any work done. It started with a few little clinks, and I saw some bits of hail landing in the basement window well--nothing new, since we usually get one or two good ringers each summer. But soon the clinks became big, loud, heavy clunks. We ultimately joined the kids at the window to watch the full beat down, which looked like this:



It lasted for a good 30-40 minutes, and we cringed as the gumball-sized hail pummeled Peter's car. I'll admit that I was just as distraught thinking about the little baby peachlings that I've invested so much care and concern in this year, despite the fact that we've done nothing to actually make the tree bear fruit besides turn on the sprinkler system and pay the water bill. It looks like we'll still get a few peaches, but the majority were damaged or pelted to the ground where they met their sorry end.

Poor little peachlings.


When all was said and done and the storm had passed, it looked like a day of reckoning outside. Our deck cover for our patio set was shredded along with our window screens, and the trees and plants were trashed.





Later, we discovered strike marks from the hail all over our exterior paint, and inside we also had a nice corner of drywall which now looks like this from floor to ceiling:


It was damp to the touch, with the water damage clearly having warped and discolored the floor, too. So we decided to put in an insurance claim and were shocked that they came back with over $20k in house damage needing to be repaired, some of which we didn't even realize was there. Come to find out, our old neighborhood barely three miles away was at the epicenter of this storm and sustained even worse damage -- one friend told me they had over $38k in damage, and every single house for miles was affected.

Homes in our old neighborhood - some were totally defaced, like these with completely decimated shutters.


Basically, our little town is going to be on big construction site for the summer. Hopefully we saw the worst of the summer storms, or if there's another it will hit before the renovations start! Here are the repairs we'll be spending our summer orchestrating:
  • complete roof replacement
  • new paint for the exterior of the house
  • power washing/re-staining the entire fence due to surface damage
  • same for the deck
  • a new main floor picture window due to damage to the outer seal (which would turn into another drywall/leak problem as pictured above if not fixed)
  • opening up the living room wall, checking/treating for mold, replacing drywall, and re-painting the room - which in our open-concept home will be half of the entire first floor
  • repairing a small portion of hardwood floor from the same water damage, and because it's impossible to match hardwood stain, all of the adjacent wood flooring needs to be refinished and re-stained. Well, that "adjacent flooring" flows without a single break throughout our entire first floor, so moving literally all of the first floor in order to refinish it is going to get really interesting... 
  • Oh, right and Peter's car with all its hail dents and need for a new windshield is its own claim.

Checking out the roof.

While it sounds nice in some ways to be getting all these fixes out of one lousy storm, it's accompanied by a nice deductible and, I'm sure, will end up being a source of frustration since we didn't exactly plan to set aside our whole summer (and potentially fall) for a bunch of renovations. So we're buckling in for the ride.

- - -

Another sad fallout of this storm was its affect on our next-door "neighbors," a red-tailed hawk family who had been nesting in our friends' big grand cottonwood tree next door for some months. Our neighbor said it looked like the bottom of the nest might have been compromised after the hail, and a few days later we also saw some tiny birds continually diving at the hawks in the air and near their nest in the tree (presumably because they felt threatened by the hawks).

Little birds chasing the poor, majestic hawks.

Our neighbors found the nest on the ground the next day, with two little injured fledglings that couldn't fly yet on the ground. They were able to get wildlife rescue on the scene pretty quickly, who took the injured fledglings to hopefully recover since they wouldn't have made it on their own.

It's destroyed my mama heart to see the hawks circling and screeching in the following days, looking for their lost babies. It's been a real tragedy of sorts in the neighborhood -- especially for our next door neighbors who shared their territory so closely with the hawk family, and our neighbor across the street who has recently become a pretty serious birdwatcher and passed her love and knowledge on to all the kids. There is some hope, though. Though the one baby hawk didn't make it, we learned yesterday that the other, which our neighbor friends named Nari, seems to be doing well and has been placed with a foster mom, another red-tailed hawk, who is taking good care of her. Hopefully in a few months she will be able to be released back into the wild and live on to a happy outcome of adulthood, even though mama and papa bird are at a sad, sad loss.

Sweet little Nari - picture courtesy of our neighbor.

In the end, despite the headaches and major renovations, we are still lucky for numerous reasons...we're lucky that around here, Mother Nature usually graces us with more beauty than destruction, that the storm didn't turn into something worse like a tornado, and that we didn't have any flooding. And I'm certain both mama and papa hawk would agree that we are beyond lucky to have our whole family safe, sound, and under one [leaky but fixable] roof!