Monday, January 31, 2011

It's A Wrap


I believe we left off at the Monster Truck Show?



Saturday morning started off right...breakfast at Waffle House!



Now, many have asked, "what did you do with three children in a hotel for two weeks?" And I'll tell you, in the throes of desperation and imagination, we discovered a jewel thief had made our hotel his secret hideout. We also, thanks to The Engineer's influence on his children, discovered that some of the workers and some of the occupants of said hotel, were actually aliens. So, in the midst of an otherwise ordinary hotel stay, we found great mystery and reason to speculate...but more on that and the necessity for those awesome spectacles in a moment.


Post breakfast, which also served as a meeting to discuss our alien findings, we made our way to the Riverwalk


Little Bit did not want to be contained in her stroller. I believe this made Sister more nervous than any of us, as there was a slight drop on the riverside of the walk. (She will make a wonderful mother some day...) It makes my heart so happy to see my girls, hand in hand...and my husband graciously pushing an empty stroller, and my son, leading the pack, declaring himself our defender!


Sadly, the Discovery Museum has closed. Nevertheless, we did a little of our own discovering amidst their outdoor exhibits...


Which included an army helicopter. So cool for a big three year old Little Man!


Post walk we joined friends for lunch at The Boll Weevil. They unexpectedly and graciously offered to keep our three that evening so The Engineer and I could dine with a co-worker.


We met at Luigi's... family owned and operated for a long time. It was like stepping back in time. It was delicious and wonderful and every time I heard a baby fuss, my heart felt gratitude toward our sweet friends - and a sigh of relief that my baby was happily playing elsewhere. Should you ever dine at Luigi's, I HIGHLY recommend the Avgolemono soup, a large Greek Salad, and a side of olives. 

Sunday we joined said friends to worship at First Presbyterian Augusta. It was wonderful. And packed. And I met a sweet new friend - Amy! (smile) 


Monday the children enjoyed, I believe, their first taste of dippin' dots. 

And then we drove all over Augusta, oggling older homes. It was hilarious to hear the children's descriptions and comments. "Mom, there's a tudor one!...OH, I love those shutters! The pink house is my favorite! When are we going to get a new house? Let's just move here." 


And for dinner, we ate at The Pizza Joint. Awesome pizza. Awesome atmosphere. Great waitress. The kids loved it!


When Sister was a baby we had work related travel in Augusta and we ate here...she sat in my lap during most of dinner, and towards the end stood up and did that cute little wiggling baby dance babies often do...we loaded up and as we made our way back to our hotel I realized there was something wet on the back of my jeans...


My knee jerk reaction was to smell the wet substance that was now on my fingers...and immediately I knew what it was...poo! All I could figure was that I must've sat in someone else's during dinner...and I gagged a bit and moaned in disgust (ok, I think I totally freaked out), trying not to think about exactly what was on my hands, pants, and now car. As soon as me made it back to our hotel I bolted from the car while The Engineer unstrapped Sister. It was then that he realized she had a trail of poo running down both legs, and out the bottom of her pants. I can only imagine the mess we left in that booth.


Now back to the jewel thief...we spent many, many, many hours exploring the hotel. We, very discreetly, walked through the lobby, eyeing each person there. We sifted through the rock beds that bordered the restaurant and found unbelievable clues - diamonds! Jewels! Receipts! Pennies! Even a crab leg! (Gross, I know!) The restaurant manager gave the children each a pair of glasses. These were no ordinary glasses - while wearing them, you could see super secret clues, otherwise invisible to the human eye.


We circled the exterior of the hotel on foot...and discovered a wild forrest full of wolves (dogs from a nearby animal hospital). We found cars that were parked suspiciously. Anytime someone drove past or came out, the children hid, while I held Little Bit and acted "like a regular mom," per the children's instructions.


We found a sand pit full of R-O-U-Ses. Well, at least their footprints. We didn't actually see one. We did see an "Army Man" outside of the hotel. We concluded the Army had been sent in, in light of the jewel thief and all. When the children told The Engineer, he instructed them NOT to say a word to the Army men about the jewel thief - as both they and the children were on TOP secret missions that could NOT be compromised. The children kept to themselves, so as not to blow anyone's secret cover.

I'm not even going to attempt to record all the clues and discoveries pertaining to the jewel thief...they were far too many to number. 


So during our two weeks at the hotel, we swam in the hotel's indoor, heated pool. With one adult to three children this was comical at best. We homeschooled. We "swam" in the whirlpool tub in our bathroom - in our bathing suits - me and the children - and ate candy while we swam in the tub...and I tried not to think about what germs might be swimming with us!



And we hunted the jewel thief and tried to discern the difference in real humans and aliens. We read a lot. We colored a lot. We used up all our odds and ends craft projects. We colored a cardboard playhouse. We watched TV. 



We went to Monkey Joes, thanks to the kind invitation of a friend. A certain one year old would have nothing to do with the "3 and under" play area. Only the two tallest slides would suffice. And so we slid...again and again and again and again!!! She is fearless. Scarry, eh?

We ate a lot of grits and popcorn and pretzels and peanut butter and honey sandwiches. We became good friends with the housekeeper. We had a lot of picnics on the hotel room floor. We built lots of lego towers. We made up a lot of stories. 


It was wonderful being away, together, as a family, without the domestic demands of daily life. But let me keep it real. I struggled to be thankful for the break. I struggled to be content in my circumstances. Some days were wonderful, but there were also days when my nerves felt shot, at best. 


When The Engineer announced this trip and that he wanted us to go, the truth is, I grumbled in my heart. Three weeks is a long time to be away. Three weeks worth of clothing...and two weeks worth of three children in a hotel. The sheer packing alone...making sure I had all the materials for school on the road...it was a lot and I figured staying home would be much easier. Not to mention making arrangements for the house and the dogs...the "to-dos" were endless. I confessed this struggle to an older friend and she gently reminded me that this is one of the many benefits of homeschooling. So, truthfully, it was with a bit of a begrudging heart that I packed our family and readied our home.


Now that we're on the other side of it, I am so thankful we did it. Oh, it was hard, but it was also rich and it was very good to be together. As I said in an earlier post, I cannot imagine three weeks without The Engineer and I was reminded afresh that where my family is, that is home.

And changing gears a bit, if you think of her today, please pray for Little Bit. She has a bad ear infection and quite a cough, to boot. Friday night I was flying solo, as The Engineer was at a one night retreat...I made the rounds doing a final "tuck-in" before bed, I discovered she'd had a massive nose bleed. This is a first for us. Stripping the bed, cleaning her up, trying to put new sheets on while consoling her...it was a lot. My hat is off to all you single mamas out there. You were all I could think about. You are amazing.

So, all that to say, if you think of Little Bit today, please pray for her. I would appreciate it.

Happy Monday, y'all!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Clash of the Monsters


The first Friday night we were in Augusta we did something AWESOME!!! We went to a monster truck event/rally/show/dont' know what to call it...

We walked in and the first thing I saw was two rows of old junkers, lined up, ready to be crushed, and without thinking, I threw my arms up and gave a loud "wooooo hooooo!"


This was an absolute blast.


All of us enjoyed every minute of it, almost.


We got there super early and got great seats.


Little Man was enthralled and ecstatic! Thanks to the snow cones The Engineer insisted we treat the children to, ('cause you know I'm too cheap to buy snow cones) Little Man only made 36 trips to the bathroom - and we were thankful for each trip he made.


The couple in front of us had six grown children and thankfully didn't mind Little Bit's near constant touch - patting his head, picking fuzz balls off her sweater, and they were even gracious when she flicked red snow cone juice on them and I began dabbing the backs of their jackets with baby wipes. 


The man beside us had to have been a member of the NRA. He had his gun holstered in plain site. Call me crazy, but after talking with him for a few minutes (not about the gun) I decided I felt pretty safe with The Engineer to my left and an armed citizen to my right. 


The only time Little Bit screamed was when the little boy in the row ahead of us got a snow cone, and hers was all gone, and when I jammed ear plugs in her ears and covered 'em with my hands...it gets awfully loud in there!


Do you see that guy in the air? That was my very favorite part of the whole night!


Now, the "Shell-Camino" was pretty awesome, too. It was by far my favorite "truck-body." After the competition was over, she walked over to our side of the arena to throw one of her flags to a "lucky spectator." Y'all, I jumped out of my seat and screamed and jumped up and down and waved my arms like a crazy maniac. (The Engineer just stared at me.) She didn't pick me and I decided after giving birth to three children, screaming and jumping up and down and carrying on like that might not be the best idea.


The War Wagon took the cake. He was insane.


We also watched some lawnmower racing. This was hilarious. It appeared to be a group of middle aged men racing around and around the arena floor on suped-up lawnmowers, skidding out, trying to cut one another off...



I'm not sure if this was feestyle bmx or motocross, I just know it was thrilling to watch and I'm so glad it wasn't my son riding...though he now aspires to be "a army man an a bike racer."


Unbelievable.


Amazing!!!


It was a wonderful, fun, thrilling night! I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I am so thankful for God's gracious provision for our family - from getting to travel with The Engineer, to piling in for a little "southern culture!" What a night. What a fun night.

Monday, January 24, 2011

On The Road Again


We've spent the last three weeks on the road. The Engineer had work in Atlanta and Augusta and we got to tag along. It has been fun and overwhelming, both a respite and incredibly exhausting. And once again, I am reminded that I can call anyplace "home" as long as my family is there.


The first week was spent in Atlanta. The Grands graciously kept all three little ones,  in honor of our ninth anniversary. It was wonderful.

Of course, The Engineer worked all day. I contemplated filling my days with activities and visits, but this mama body and heart needed a little peace and quiet, so I stayed tucked into our hotel room, alone, and it was wonderful. We stayed in the third largest Marriott in the world. With 47 floors, it was rather impressive.


I read and read and read and spent an hour each day in the gym. I wrote thank you notes. I did a little sewing. I ate instant grits for breakfast, tuna and pb crackers and twizzlers for lunch, and wined and dined with The Engineer by night. It was incredibly relaxing. It was wonderful.


The elevators reminded me of the glass elevator in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The Engineer and I, on several occasions, joined hands and stood in the middle of the elevator while we rode all the way to the top, and then all the way back down. It was a rush. Especially to quickly drop all 47 stories in one fell swoop. Ahh...the sensation of weightlessness.

We made a stop by IKEA and feasted on cinnamon rolls, just because, and we spent Saturday afternoon at Scotts. It. Was. Amazing. I could have spent days there! So fun. So cool. We saw some really beautiful things. And met some really neat people. And one day when we are in a spot to purchase dining room chairs, I am going to Scotts.


And then we nabbed the kiddos and headed for Augusta just in time for the great snow/ice storm. Monday morning found everyone in the hotel "iced-in." Staff included. Dinner in the hotel restaurant was cozy and packed, and with only three servers, we waited a little over an hour and half for food - and we were the fourth table to be seated. People served their own drinks...there was a bit of a community bond forming.


We spent part of the morning outside exploring. Some of us weren't quite as fond of the snow as others...




Post snow and ice play, we returned to the room for a little school. And it hit me like a ton of bricks, this is just one of the precious benefits of homeschooling. I am so thankful. So thankful we could travel with the Engineer. I can't imagine being apart for three weeks.


And when I glance over at the sofa and see my babies lined up and Little Bit copying Sister, my heart sighs with contentment.