"Staycation"

Buying a house can be a pretty pricey venture, so a family vacation was not much of an option this summer. Instead, we opted for a "staycation" to visit a few places in the Houston area we haven't had the chance to yet. Originally, we were supposed to do it at the end of next month, but, as always, "the best laid plans..." Due to problems with his machine at work, James had this week off, so we decided to move our staycation up a few weeks.

First stop? The Space Center! It's been on our to-do list for awhile, so on Tuesday we crossed it off. A lot of it went over the girls' head, but they did have fun exploring what they could. Once again, I was reminded how much I dislike school groups with their lame adult-to-child ratio at places like this, but the girls didn't notice the things they missed out on because the other kids crowded them out. There was a 15 minute video about the history of space travel. Cadence was watching and she was the one to laugh out loud in the theater when the Challenger exploded on screen, at least until I explained what had really happened.

The entrance to the "current exhibit".

Cadence insisted on posing in front of the "girl astronaut".

A restored prop from the original Star Trek series.

A diorama of a moonwalk

Inside an old training capsule for the International Space Station

Connor on the Jupiter scale. He weighed in at a hefty 52lbs.

Wednesday morning, we risked the thunderstorms and drove to check out another beach. We didn't bother with bathing suits, but the trip was enjoyable nonetheless. The kids and I kicked off our shoes to wade into the waves. We ended up with sand everywhere and the humidity of the incoming storm chased us back to the car.

Connor's first few minutes on the sand.

Despite being a water lover, he was NOT a fan of the waves

The girls drew with sticks most of the time we were there.

Selfie!!!!

A trio picture, I needed at least one.

Cadence, however, LOVED the waves.

On the way home from the beach, we stopped at a sea center/aquarium, since it was on the way home from our beach of choice that day. It was another thing on my bucket list, but was too far and too small to venture to on my own. Stopping by on the way home from the beach, though? Totally doable. There wasn't much, but there were a few aquariums, a touch-tank. We lingered long enough at the largest aquarium to see the shark feeding, which was underwhelming, but it was fun seeing all the larger fish dash around to gobble up shrimp.

After exploring the interior of the sea center, we wandered out to their "wetlands" exhibit, despite the light rain. Of course, by the time we reached the end of the pier it was no longer a light rain. James and Connor ran back to the car, but the girls and I took a more leisurely stroll and even stopped for my second selfie of the day.

Thursday was more or less shot. Internet went down Tuesday afternoon during the storm and the tech came by Thursday morning. We eventually ended up waiting around all day and getting nothing fixed.

Friday, today, we ended up at the zoo. The kids and I go regularly, but James hasn't been able to go since the first winter we were in Houston (unless you count the Christmas lights exhibit we went to last winter). The girls showed off all their favorite animals and we all took a turn on the carousel. Afterward, we went to a hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint we found via Food Network's tendency to spotlight small business type places. This one advertised a country fried steak large enough to need a pizza pan to hold it. James was adventurous enough to try one of their larger ones, though not the largest. Neither of us were impressed by the steak, but the smoked beef I ended up ordering was fantastic.

Sorry, no pictures of our food, though we did joke about taking one.

Sadly, Monday things return to normal, but only mostly. James has Thursday and Friday off for Independence Day and we've got a family-hosted ward-invited BBQ to go to. The girls have a break from gymnastics this week, but 3 more classes to go. I'll have pictures and details on that later.

15 month stats

Connor had his 15 month check-up this morning. I have yet to find a pediatrician closer to home (I keep meaning to ask for recommendations but never remember when I'm in the position to do so), so we traveled the distance to our old one for the appointment I had set up after his last one. I'm in no rush to change pediatricians. I rarely wait for long for any part of the appointment (the longest time is, of course, the wait between the nurse and the doctor, but even that is only about 5 minutes). As long as I have an urgent care nearby, I might just keep our pediatrician for the time being.

Anyway, as always, he's growing perfectly well. I got another reminder that poor Connor inherited his dad's uber-fair complexion and we should invest in sunscreen stock, but I was complimented because she could tell I took care of his skin when out in the sun because of how fair-skinned he still was.

When I hesitated over the question of "does he have any words yet", she assured me it's normal. He does have words, but other than "mom" and "Beau", I couldn't think of any. He communicates more with grunts and non-verbal cues. Still, I think I might make a little more effort in naming things for him as we go through our day. I do so much for him without talking to him about it. Oh, he does wave and say "hi", so I guess that counts too. He just doesn't talk as much as the girls did at this age and it was kind of a shock to realize that.

And now for stats. Like his sisters he continues to slim down. He dropped on the weight chart enough that the doctor commented on it, but expressed no concern, pointing out the girls were. She was even less concerned when I mentioned we had finally stopped most of our nursing sessions, dropping 2 of them in the past month alone.

Height: 31" (50%, previously 21.5")
Weight: 22lb 2oz (10-25%, previously 21lb 9oz)

I have more to share, but that will have to be later. For now, summer keeps going and we're enjoying ourselves.

Bugs at the Zoo

I'm doing my best to make the most of these last few weeks with Cadence (less than 11 weeks until her first day of school!!!! Perhaps not the official definition of "few", but 11 seems very few to me at this point). To encourage new experiences, I've loosely assigned a theme to each week and I hope to include a handful of games, movies, places to visit, etc. with each week.

This week's theme? Bugs.

Started things off right on Monday with picking up "Cooties" from the store and having "ants on a log" for a surprise snack.

Then this morning, we braved the heat (not bad, 82-83 degrees in the morning) and the humidity (that sucked, about 80% if not higher, I didn't check until we got back) and went to the zoo for a quick visit. There were two new exhibits that were my main goal for the day. A giant animatronic bug display and the newly opened bug house (which was air-conditioned, thank goodness).

We stopped at the sea lions, mostly because they're literally right there as you walk in through the front gate and they were rough-housing on their new "island". Then we walked past the birds to the giant bugs. Though I described it as "giant bugs" to the girls as I bought the tickets for the display, I don't think they were expecting what they got. A 6 foot grasshopper was our first stop and, despite my assurances it wasn't real, Megan hid behind the stroller as we approached. When our next sight was an even larger black scorpion, both girls anxiously asked if we could move on.

Just as I thought the ticket price was going to be wasted, we saw the firefly, which allowed you to turn a wheel to light up its butt.

After that amusing experience, the girls were a little more excited about each new thing. The next one was a beetle that had buttons you could push to control its movements.

They were jumping with excitement as we passed a giant moth, an orb spider and a praying mantis. A passing zookeeper offered to take our picture in front of the tarantula. When I joked about feeding Connor to it, the girls did get a little nervous and pulled the stroller to safety. I guess they like their little brother after all?

The bug house wasn't open yet (and the new wombat exhibit was depressingly empty) as we emerged from the giant bug trail, so we stopped by the playground in the children's part of the zoo. Then, we stepped into the cool air of the bug house and admired the bugs. The girls were grossed out when I pointed to the hissing cockroaches and told them I once had a teacher who put them in his mouth, but they eagerly peered at every display, searching for the camouflaged bugs.

These ones were huge. That yellow curled spot a few inches from Megan's nose is the bug.

As always, a trip on the carousel ended our day. Once we got off, I asked the girls if they still wanted to go to the elephant exhibit, but all of us were looking a little wilted. So we walked to the car instead and went home.

We'll probably continue to go to the zoo throughout the summer, but next time I'm bringing a spray bottle to mist us and a giant water bottle (which I had meant to grab, but left behind, oops). And we'll probably stick to the air conditioned exhibits for at least half the time.

As a side note, the poetry contest I mentioned in my last post continues. We're not about 1/3 of the way through it. The "standings" change daily, but as of day 6 (the last update to the standings) I was in 4th place. I was completely shocked and more than a little pleased. This can change quickly, of course, but to be near the top even once is an amazing feeling. Undoubtedly, I'll slip in the standings soon. I turned one in late recently and that's an automatic 0 for the day. However, sifting through the dozen or so poems I've written so far, I may even like about half of them enough to keep around. The rest will likely be taken down and hidden away from the public eye once the contest is over.

I'm still enjoying most of the prompts. After a few eyerolls over how many depressing assigned subjects there were (scarred hearts, death, etc.), we've had a few more open-ended assignments and I wrote a poem about couches last night. Yes, couches. I was pretty pleased with that one. It made me chuckle.

**Poetry Update: Yup, the new standings are up, including my big, fat, zero and I'm no longer in the top 5. It was a nice ego boost, though. Gave me some fresh confidence moving forward in the challenge, because it is grueling. Trying to find time to write a prompted poem every single day? Phew!

Poetry on the Brain

I don't write about myself much in this blog anymore, except as an extension/observer of the experiences the kids now have.

So here is a minorly self-centered post.

I used to write. A lot. I used to fill pages of scenes from stories where I was supposed to be writing calculus notes. On my computer, I currently have a folder crammed with old, badly written stories. I've been at Writing.Com since I was 16. In a few years, if I stick it out, I will have been on that site for half of my life.

The site still houses some of my less embarrassing works. Some old poetry and short stories, and the occasional snippet from a half-started novel project that I've tinkered with over the past few years.

I completed NaNoWriMo 3 years ago. It was stupendous and I was ecstatic, even though the end result was a poorly written piece of slop. At least it had been written! I attempted it every year since and failed within the first week, losing motivation and steam in one fell swoop. November is a truly terrible month for me to attempt such a feat.

Yet, when asked to describe myself, one of the first words that comes to mind is "writer". Though I haven't successfully written much in the past few years (Though I am particularly pleased with this piece: Motherhood).

I hope to attempted NaNoWriMo once again in November.

Until then, I entered a poetry contest. I have no aspirations of winning, simply of finishing. My skill as a poet is mediocre at best. That is, I can write something enjoyable, but not truly impressive. A common comment in reviews of my poetry includes the word "simple". I just can't think abstractly enough to crank out top-notch poetry. Though I do enjoy breaking down complicated experiences into simple words. Then, sometimes I wonder if it's too simple and I just don't understand what poetry is. Especially when I read the masterpieces written by others following the same prompt in the same amount of time. The sample poem for the prompt of "Washing the Car" was stupendous. I came up with this:

"Their laughter spills over
like the suds over the side of the bucket
that bangs against their shins.
They do not notice the bruises.

Sopping wet rags and shirts and bare feet.
They dance back and forth,
glistening green appearing where they go,
brown remaining where only an adult can reach.
With a thumb set against the mouth of the hose,
they scatter from the onslaught, their task forgotten.

Dripping bangs in their faces
and a smile completes the memory.
Dirt remains, in the crevices of the door
and the rims of the tires
and the unreachable top.
A professional might have done the job better.
But what fun would that be?"

There is a certain thought process in writing poetry that is different from writing prose or simply writing. I personally enjoy the simplicity of my pieces, but wonder if it even really counts... Ah, well. (Please note, I am NOT saying it's bad poetry, just not stellar. Obviously, I have a certain level of pride in the piece or I would not have shared it).

But the switch is turned, so if I post some weird phrase or put my thoughts down in an obscure pattern, blame this poetry contest. You should have seen some of the lines I considered writing down as I thought about writing a blog entry on some unrelated topic.