Apple Orchard Adventures

When it’s the end of October in Iowa and in the 70’s, one has to take advantage. We went to the apple orchard with our friends, Aly and Elise, and my friend, their mama, Pam.

Before we left, Aviana said we should take The Wizard of Oz with us to watch at their house.
I said we weren’t going to go to their house, but that it would be a good idea sometime.
She said they really needed to watch the Wizard of Oz because Mrs. B always says “sissy to the girls” (as in addressing one girl, ‘Please wait for Sissy’, or ‘Will you hold Sissy’s hand?’) .
I still didn’t get it and asked Aviana what the Wizard of Oz had to do with that.
She said, “Betuz Mama, the Touwardwee Wion sings, (and she sang) ‘It’s sad beweeve me Missy, when you’re born to be a sissy…”

*hits hand to forehead*Of course!

As it turned out it wasn’t an Apple Orchard so much as an Apple Barn. They’ve redone an old barn to be their store. They have an orchard, but we didn’t actually get to go in it.

Aviana again amazed everyone in the place when she walked in. She asked the proprietor, “Do you have any Granny Smith?” Unfortunately, they didn’t, but if I were the owner, and an adorable precocious three year old asked me for Granny Smith, you can bet I’d be planting some trees the next day!

We didn’t stay too long, but we had a very nice time. Brielle enjoyed feeding leaves to the goats!
The deer tries to weasle a snack out of me.
Savoring the apple sample.

Aly and Aviana wore matching jeans!

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I somehow came across a bio for Muriel Hemingway, who has written some books or something. Her bio describes her as an advocate for sane and wholesome living.

I just love how that sounds. Me too; I’m an advocate for sane and wholesome living.

The other night at dinner Kevin told Aviana for the umpteenth time to stop talking and eat her meal. She replied, “I will, but I dist have a million twestions!”

A friend whose kids were loving the hayride and outdoor toys and animals:
Your farm is like Disneyland!

I love the Internet. Love it.

The other day we were working on “The Five Senses” in Preschool. Pictures for ‘hearing’ included a violin and another a trumpet. I realized that Aviana had not ever heard either of these instruments, and a fast search of youtube produced several wonderful samples. Our favorite was this amazing showing.

Another time Aviana asked me to rock her and sing “Holy Holy Holy.” I only know the first verse, but a quick google later led me to a website with not only the words, but the accompaniment to Holy Holy Holy and many other favorite hymns as well.

Many nights before bed, we play Aviana her “good night songs”–

This one is also a “good night song” but for worn out Mamas and Dadas. Personally, I love it

Blogging has led me to many virtual friends, and lots of great info, ideas and interaction with wonderful wonderful people, all across the country.

The internet has allowed me to get back in touch with people I used to know…junior high, high school, college…it’s amazing.

Many of the activities we use for preschool, and certainly the rhythm of our schedule were found on the internet.

Even something as simple as looking up a recipe–I know I have it in one of my Quick Cooking magazines, but instead of spending scads of time searching for it, I go online.

I don’t even use a dictionary anymore–

I LOVE the internet. Love it!
Staying up later than I meant to last night, I happened upon a rerun of Sex in the City. So of course I watched it. Setting the total lack of sense of self and any modicum of morality these women portray aside, (is there any accuracy to that show at all?) I actually Learned Something.

Carrie, the main character, was dating having constant sex with a guy who loved jazz. She told him she didn’t like jazz because there was no melody; it was just all over the place. He told her to stop trying to make it be something it isn’t, and to enjoy it for what it is.

I think life with kids is a little like that. All over the place. No melody. Some days, pure cacophony. I could take a cue from the Sex in the City guy–stop trying to make it be something it isn’t (little children into productive, rational members of society), and to enjoy it for what it is.

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Mama’s Lil Helpers??

This dessert we made was a HUGE hit!

35 Chocolate Sandwich Cookies
6 Tbsp. butter, melted
1 pkg. (8 oz.) Cream Cheese, softened
1/4 cup sugar
3 cups plus 2 Tbsp. cold milk, divided
1 tub (8 oz.) Whipped Topping, thawed, divided
2 pkg. (4-serving size each) Vanilla Flavor Instant Pudding & Pie Filling
1/3 cup peanut butter

PLACE cookies in food processor; cover. Process to form fine crumbs. Transfer to medium bowl. Add butter; mix well. Press firmly onto bottom of 13×9-inch dish. Refrigerate 10 min. Meanwhile, beat cream cheese, sugar and 2 Tbsp. milk in separate bowl with electric mixer on medium speed until well blended. Add 1-1/4 cups of the whipped topping; mix well. Spread over crust.
POUR remaining 3 cups milk into large bowl. Add dry pudding mixes. Beat with wire whisk 2 min. or until well blended. Add peanut butter; mix well. Spread evenly over cream cheese layer. Let stand 5 min. or until thickened. Top with remaining whipped topping; cover.
REFRIGERATE at least 4 hours before cutting into pieces to serve. Store any leftover dessert (yeah, right!) in refrigerator.

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So irritating…

We had a new group of people over the other night. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing, but I still had time to pick up the house and clean (which, to my way of thinking, are separate entities entirely). I love seeing the house tidy.

I love having an excuse to clean, because then at least other people can see the fruits of my labor, since my children and husband don’t really seem overly concerned with it, and it only stays spic and span for about 20 minutes before my kidlets clutter it all up again and drop pudding on freshly mopped floors.

Another couple brought in a couple of babysitters, who watched the children downstairs while we talked upstairs. We all paid $3-5 depending on the number of kids. The children (including mine) were 5, 4, 4, 3, 2 and 1. This was the first time I had met this group of people.

Where am I going with this?

Here. This was the state of my playroom after everyone had left.
Granted, it wasn’t in perfect condition before the kidlets descended on it like so many locusts. I had told the babysitters on the initial ‘rules tour’ I intentionally didn’t pick it up because I knew we’d have the kids here. I’m not sure what I expected, but I sure didn’t expect this. They even let the kids open some brand new toys I forgot were within reach and now some of those pieces are lost. There were also a lot of toys out in the living room, which had been previously spotless.

Kevin was even mad about it, more so than me, which made me more upset. I’m not sure if I should say anything now. It would only serve to make the parents feel bad, who I’m sure, are very well intentioned. But I sure would like to say something if we ever host this group again!

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Most Upsetting…

Kevin and my dad had a horrible day today. It started off badly because harvest in the field they are in is going rough, a lot of downed corn. It’s taking forever and we’re having to sacrifice some yields. Then the combine broke down. They got going again, but it was just one frustration after another.

After lunch, my dad called.

Cassy, my parents’ German Drahthaar, had been run over with the combine. There was nothing Kevin could have done. Nothing my dad could have done. Just a terrible horrible tragedy.

Cassy died hunting, doing what she loved to do. She was using the combine as a brilliant flusher, scaring up all kinds of critters to hunt. My dad had been keeping her by his side while he was working, to prevent an accident. In a shift of his attention to the task at hand, she started following the combine again, and got in front of it, in the waterway where the grass is tall. To add to the hurt, today is Opening Day of Pheasant Season.

She was a member of the family. An exceedingly hairy family member who cleaned the floor with her tongue and left snog on the windows.

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And there’s more fun to be had

One of the things about mothering that I like best is the pure delight I experience when I make the time to see things from a pint sized point of view;
when I make the time to listen intently to the normally ambient sounds of my world;
when I make the time to smell the roses (or the mulch in this case);
when I make the time to feel the breeze on my face and the thrill of the slide; when I make the time to taste life as if it were my very first time!

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