• Buddies,  Bug,  travel

    Hello Texas

    Texas

    Bug and I took a spontaneous trip to Texas this last Wednesday. We just up-in-a-flurry got on a plane and flew off to my good friend OMSH’s for some good old-fashioned Texas-style TLC. It’s very green and peaceful here.

    the deer are thick curly horse

    When we arrived after our two-hour drive from the airport and pulled into OMSH’s driveway, Bug said with her eyes popping out of her head, “It looks like you live in a forest!” We’ve never really seen green spaces like this outside of camping. I assured Bug that there were no “big bad wolfs” but there are plenty of deer. Every morning we watch families of mother and baby deer make their rounds through OMSH’s backyard. It’s like she lives at the Wild Animal Park except there are no buses full of people driving by.

    omsh in her school room portal to another world

    Since this was a last-minute trip and we sort of sprung ourselves on OMSH with very little warning, we’re trying really hard not to disrupt her normal routine of homeschooling. It’s fascinating to watch them in action. I love her schoolroom.

    shelves of learning

    It’s so bright and cheery everywhere. It makes me want to pull up a chair, open up my laptop and work work work.

    school room stinky Jack

    So yesterday I did. I got more work done in one day than I have in the last month. It was amazing. OMSH let her young son Kenny sneak out of some of his lessons so he could keep Bug occupied playing for hours and hours. Bug has been in heaven. All these kids to play with! She’s going to cry real tears when we have to go home.

    Kenny's room

    Meredith's room curly branches

    They made a massive tent in Meredith’s room (which is ALL PINK, much to Bug’s delight) and played some complicated counting dart game that I have no idea what the rules were. There have been Legos, puzzles, coloring, chasing the dogs and then outside playtime of course.

    walking

    Thank you Texas, you’re just what we needed.

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    In other news I have another Share Your Story post up on my review blog. Please head on over and comment! I’ve got to give that $100 to somebody. It might as well be you!

  • Beach Bits,  Bug,  Family Matters,  Life Lessons

    Sand Castle Festival 2010

    protecting her eggs

    Yesterday was the Sand Castle Festival at our local beach. I’ve blogged about it for years. We even entered it in 2004 but sadly those blog posts are lost. I have them somewhere on a CD but I’ve just never gotten around to re-uploading them.

    buckets and buckets Mr. Big Belly

    Anyway, the Sand Castle Festival is near and dear to my heart. I love it and try to visit it every year. I take horrible pictures every year too because it is just about impossible to capture on camera how fun it really is. I try and try but you just can’t crop out the people and all their junk and still show the hustle and bustle of it. Plus, sand is never as photogenic as it seems in your mind’s eye. I should probably use a better camera but it’s the beach and no matter how careful you are there’s that nasty sand that gets in lenses and breaks them.

    hybrid vehicle

    posing by octi

    Now I have a new problem. My new laptop has some color-temperature issues so I’m at a complete loss on how to color-correct my photos. I’m opting for not correcting at all. If you notice a difference in my photos as of late, that is why. They all look greenish to me. But if I correct them to my eye they’ll probably look purplish to you. Hopefully I’ll get it figured out soon. Maybe they’re not so bad.

    working
    Poor Bug. I should have taken a better shot of her with both eyes open.

    As usual when we visit the Sand Castle Festival, we got inspired to make our own castle. Everyone does. This year was extra fun for me though because Bug is really getting castle-building now. We certainly practice enough all year round. She doesn’t topple things over just when they’re perfectly built anymore and she’s great at fetching water.

    water girl very helpful

    If you know anything about anything when it comes to building sand castles, you know how important water is. If fact, in a proper contest you really have to spend a good hour or more beforehand soaking everything down. That’s the only way to keep the sand solid enough to carve without it crumbling into a flat mess.

    I'm soaked

    All that water fetching means somebody has to get wet and for some reason it’s always overcast on Sand Castle Festival day, and just the tiniest bit chilly. So of course we wear long pants, or in Bug’s case, what she wore to church. (What, doesn’t everyone go running around the waves in their pink puffy skirts? Insert eye-rolling here.) No matter how careful we are, there’s always going to be a wave that comes in faster than we expected and washes all the way up to our knees. We both got soaked, naturally.

    the stroller makes an appearance

    After years and years of living by the beach, sandy wet clothes don’t even faze me anymore. What can you do? It’s just part of life. Sand in your bed, sand in you hair, sand in your carpet…if you have a sand aversion, don’t visit me.

    tah dah! we're proud of our drip castle fortress

    It is all worth it when you have good times like these though. I actually came down to the beach in a bad mood. Something Toby had said or done had set me off and no matter what I did I couldn’t get the negative thoughts out of my head. I desperately wanted to hash it out with him but arguing with him during his work day means he loses valuable time, and he is always so busy and behind schedule. I knew I had to shelve it and work it out with him later.

    I hate shelving arguments. They just fester and fester in my head and I can’t think straight. I’m definitely the type who likes to confront things head on and not bottle them up inside. Unfortunately, I’ve had to learn with time that I can’t fight fight fight. I have to calm myself and there is nothing better than making a drip castle to do that.

    Squeezing the wet sand through your hand drip by drip by drip can be very zen. Before I knew it I was festering less and focusing more on the tiny drip towers each handful would make. My kid was happy, my mind was quiet, all was well with the world again. And then people started stopping by and telling us how cool our castle was. It kind of surprised me actually since there were castles everywhere to comment on. Why bother with ours? I’m sure my adorable pink-outfitted assistant had a lot to do with it but it got me to thinking…

    we take the water route home

    We’re good at this. Maybe we should enter the contest together next year, just Bug and me.