The Season of Sandwiches

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Nah, not that kind of sandwich. Every year, when the big tents are rolled out to shelter bottle rockets, snakes and sparklers, I am most fondly reminded of July 2000. I literally cannot believe that this story is now 13 years old, but it goes something like this:

Gathered to join in the family holiday celebration of some of our dearest high school friends, we bemoaned the horrible selection of legal fireworks available for general sale in the state of Pennsylvania. We decided that we could definitely do better than these, so we set up a workshop in the garage. While the adults drank and socialized in the house and on the back patio, we were painstakingly unwrapping fireworks, reserving fuses, shaking powder onto paper plates, and filling everything we could find with new combinations. Empty cherry bombs were filled to the brim and sealed with electrical tape. We harvested a film canister and did the same to it (because we’re old enough to have had cameras that needed film). Continue reading

Happy Grilling Post

We went to Hershey Park today, taking advantage of our dual season passes that are good there and at Dutch Wonderland. I decided that it was too chilly to take our swimsuits, but I think it might have been nice to cool off. In retrospect, though, we wouldn’t have gotten that far. We arrived around 13:00:00, and we immediately hit the carousel for Kaeloo. We did some kiddie rides around the Founder’s Circle, and then we headed to the Reese’s Extreme Cup Challenge. The first few times that we rode it, Kae had no interest in participating. You use a little laser gun to shoot at targets, and you play against the group in the next car. Today, she got two hits, which I have to say is pretty good for a three-year-old tot. Archoo is getting progressively better, and we usually beat whatever poor family or group of friends is pitted against us.

We continued along the path of kiddie rides, but were rudely interrupted in our adventure. Archoo decided to unbuckle his seat belt and stand up while the Mini Pirate was still in motion. The ride operator was in hysterics (OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG), but we planned to give him a little lecture and continue our day. However, as Archer does, he was checking out everything around him instead of listening to said lecture. We left, and I reminded him that season tickets mean we don’t have to feel bad about taking him home after only 2 hours in the park. Continue reading

Naps, Glorious Naps

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“Mom, your work is boring.”

You know, usually, when (if) both of my kids settle into nap time, I take a coveted hour of quiet time for myself. It’s a good time for cramming a bit of extra work under a payout deadline, peeking in on the  lives of my favorite friends online or writing a blog post of my own. It’s nice for laundry, dishes, scrubbing the sink, starting dinner, or sweeping the floors. But, really, I should take a nap with them. I had an hour-long nap today, and I felt amazing when I woke up. Amazing. The reset button was pushed on my patience and my energy. I should do this every day. 🙂

This morning started bright and early at 06:00:00 and included demands for a new diaper, juice, a bowl of dry cereal and Phineas and Ferb. I dutifully obliged and curled up on the couch with Miss Kaeloo so that she could sing to me about “Perry Pattapoos.” Archoo woke about 45 minutes later with his own short list of needs, and we awaited the arrival of the Murse, who worked a 12-hour shift last night. He arrived, tired and hungry. He at a bowl of the same cereal the kids had and curled up on the couch to crash. Continue reading

My Son, Video Game Fanboy

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Archoo thinks that life is a video game. I mean, quite literally, the boy runs around like a madman humming and singing theme songs to Mario Brothers (“Mommy, it’s ‘Mario BROS.'”) games or others that he’s heard, and when he’s really excited, he does the frantic tune that accompanies a super star. He has explained in detail to my mother that, when you run out of energy, you need to eat — ostensibly to instantaneously get more hearts or fill up your power bar. Sometimes, he goes on about hitting a checkpoint or getting a super combo. I suppose I should just be glad that he’s managed to figure out that there’s no cheat for unlimited lives in real life.
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