Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Rolocado: We pulled it off!
Tired on the road. Spent the night in Amarillo.
Anna packed in like steerage.
1.5 days later, We made it! Nevermind her carseat hair. She's an hour late for her nap and passed out about 20 minutes later.
Her first hot chocolate ever. She also had smores but it was near raining so we didn't have time for pictures of it.
Roasting her first hot dog. You know, it's not her first hot dog, but her first time roasting one...
One view from our cabin.
A brief hail storm.
Rainy.
Paul's start at a fire.
A Daddy in action.
The water was too cold for my taste.
Enjoying peanut butter and jelly.
Cute picture? Yes. It was taken right before a massive anti-life jacket tantrum that forced us out of the boat after only 15 minutes. What a booger.
A brief hail storm.
Rainy.
Paul's start at a fire.
A Daddy in action.
The water was too cold for my taste.
Enjoying peanut butter and jelly.
Cute picture? Yes. It was taken right before a massive anti-life jacket tantrum that forced us out of the boat after only 15 minutes. What a booger.
And you wouldn't guess all hell was about to break loose on the water...
Prepping the boat. Probably planning the details of her anti-life jacket boat tantrum.
Testing the boat's battery. I guess.
Loved to watch the chipmunks.
Our cabin.
Our booger.
She's obviously enjoying her vacation. Even if I'm too lazy to rotate the picture on this blog.
The bubbles were a great idea (credit: me) and kept her plenty busy! Never used that chair.
Daddy's teaching Anna how to use her little fishing pole. She enjoyed her gummy worms in her tackle box (credit: Paul).
We rented cabins this year because the weather looked like rain. We brought the tent just in case. We never ended up using it because it turns out it was the worst year for bears this campground had ever seen! Our first night in, we awoke to scratching on our screen in the bathroom, and yep, Paul had to chase off a black bear that smelled the food we had inside our cabin. It tore through the screen, then proceeded to dig through the bed of Paul's truck in search of food (of which there was none). We weren't exactly scared or anything but I was reassured in the decision to go with a cabin and not a tent...toddler + tent = twinkie to a bear ;)
I thought we'd be bored there with the days we had to just do nothing but sit around and maybe fish. I mean, I wouldn't be bored, but the little toddler creature might. But it turns out that throwing rocks into the water and illegally feeding the chipmunks kept her busy enough. She even learned to suck and spit our sunflower seeds (the chipmunks loved the fact she hadn't figured out how to crack them open to get the seeds before she spit them). She casted a few lines for "fishing" with the little Barbie fishing pole Paul got her, and filled her tackle box with gummy worms. She enjoyed pretending to cook like daddy did. And there were a few very large humming birds who'd zoom by and hover in front of her face if she were eating something that appeared yummy to them. That was pretty cool!
Tantrum moments included not wanting to wear the life jacket, after much life jacket hype and excitement, and after we cleaned and inflated the boat, and got out to the middle of the lake. Another brilliant one was when a little bit of her dreamsicle dripped onto her hand. You know, the white part. When the rest of it was orange, this freaked her out to the point of throwing the popsicle down onto the ground. And that completely enraged her and caused a scene. It was a nice one, but I refused to buy her another 50 cent dreamsicle for the principle of the thing. So she shared daddy's while hers sat in the dirt. And the little booger ate part of my Drumstick, and demanded I hold on to the best part till later for her: the part at the bottom that has the chocolate plug in it. So there I was, holding that chocolate bottom for her until she was done playing in the lake. And yes, she kept looking back to ask if I still had it.
She tended to lose her cool towards the end of the days. Just punchy, tired, off schedule and out-of-sorts. One evening she asked me if she could get her paci and her Tiger and lay on the bed and watch Yo Gabba (unfortunatley we couldn't escape YGG, not even by fleeing to the mountains). She came out after the show was over and re-joined us. It dawned on me that even she needed some winding down time, and this was how she chose to do it. My equivalent of grabbing a naughty snack and hunkering down on the couch in front of the TV after a long day. So I get it.
And the paci wasn't an issue while there like it was for Niagara Falls. She really only asked for it at bedtime, and even in the car she'd hand it over to us if we asked her for it. So it wasn't very central on this trip.
We did get a short rain shower every afternoon, which also included some small hail. Nothing to ruin real plans, though.
We three shared a queen size bed in the cabin, which went over well except it seemed that as the trip progressed, she'd have more nightmares, including kicks and punches to whichever adult body was in her path. I think she was dreaming of fighting bears. ;) Or mommy.
Already I've waited too long to post this blog and I'm forgetting the little things I know I wanted to post about. This is how memory goes and my brain is already filling up with the memories of this week, which will be pushed out next week when I am in DC without Paul and Anna.
When we got home, the first thing she did was run over to her chair in the living room and plop down and smile. We had a great, busy trip with lots of family time but there's nothing like coming home. Even she got that :)
What followed the days after our return home was so much oppositional booger behavior, the worst tantrums we've seen since her horrible teething tantrums in May (remember those?) and overall downright rotten attitude. Just like May, the seat belt is too tight, her diapers are too tight, shorts and shirts and shoes are too tight and this has led to scream fests that include kicking and Time Outs, just to get out the door in the morning. Even bath times were a fight, and as for bedtime?! She's been crying herself to sleep, including one night when Paul couldn't fight to get her PJ's on: cried herself to sleep in a diaper only! Forget the PJ's.
This behavior has subsided alot since Wed, though, so I hope we're back to pre-travel Anna. Even last night bedtime was a non-issue, just like pre-Colorado. Not sure if she was sick or just testing the old routine or what. Usually when she complains something's "too tight" it's because she's not feeling good (sore throat, teething, etc). Who knows, but hopefully we're on our way out of this one just in time for me to have to leave Paul alone with her next week when I go to DC for work.
Anyway I know I'm leaving out tons from this trip that's up in my brain. If I remember more, I'll jot it down here later. Otherwise I think the pics say alot. Overall, I am glad that Paul encouraged the trip. He is the eternal optimist while I am the cautiously optimistic (let's call it what it is: "Realist"). But it's a good mix that pushes us into new experiences...within reason :)
Daddy's teaching Anna how to use her little fishing pole. She enjoyed her gummy worms in her tackle box (credit: Paul).
She did fantastic on the car ride, which was my biggest fear. I can't believe this was the same child who was fighting the car seat in May and has never really enjoyed being strapped down for even the quick trips around town. She just hung out and only complained if her diaper was wet (I'd complain too). On the drive to Colorado, she kept busy with toys, books, colors, and her imagination. She now reaches into her pocket and hands me a butterfly (or doggie, or flower, etc) to which I respond with a colorful comment or pretend to let the butterfly go (or I pet the doggie or kitty cat). At one point there was a string on her shoe, and that's where her butterflies came from. She even pretended to make me food and juice, and "poured" a cup of juice for us into our hands. I love how she's pretending like that. It's so freaking adorable. When she wasn't doing those things, DVD player to the RESCUE. It's something we had sworn we'd never do, citing all of the fun activity books and car games and sleep that we figured would be better and more fun for our child, but now that reality hits, we know that at this age of almost 2.5 years old, the DVD player is our friend. The activity books and car games are probably more appropriate as she gets a little older. I feel fine about a mix of all things available to her at this age. But then on the ride home, we wera all too exhausted to care and she was pretty much zoned out to Wonder Pets (save the Blow Fish! That whale!) and Yo Gabba Gabba (Sleep, "Little Balls", "Share"), and thankfully, Mary Poppins (Supercallifr...you wanted me to write that word didn't you? Well, "Spoon Full of Sugar" instead).
She even napped well (though late naps) in the car seat, thankfully.
Once there, she and I picked up some respiratory nonsense, which I thought was allergies to Colorado's dry air and dust and new trees and stuff (get real) but now Paul's got his so I think it must have been a little virus we picked up ahead of the trip. It was just runny noses and sore throat and itchy eyes and lots of sneezes but not a real show-stopper. In fact, I have to knock on wood and I KNOW I am jinxing myself when I say this but Anna (and I) have only been sick like once this year, and it's been nothing that's kept her out of school (though in March it did knock me out of work for 2 days). And now that I've put that out there, please, oh please, continue to keep us healthy through this year!
We rented cabins this year because the weather looked like rain. We brought the tent just in case. We never ended up using it because it turns out it was the worst year for bears this campground had ever seen! Our first night in, we awoke to scratching on our screen in the bathroom, and yep, Paul had to chase off a black bear that smelled the food we had inside our cabin. It tore through the screen, then proceeded to dig through the bed of Paul's truck in search of food (of which there was none). We weren't exactly scared or anything but I was reassured in the decision to go with a cabin and not a tent...toddler + tent = twinkie to a bear ;)
I thought we'd be bored there with the days we had to just do nothing but sit around and maybe fish. I mean, I wouldn't be bored, but the little toddler creature might. But it turns out that throwing rocks into the water and illegally feeding the chipmunks kept her busy enough. She even learned to suck and spit our sunflower seeds (the chipmunks loved the fact she hadn't figured out how to crack them open to get the seeds before she spit them). She casted a few lines for "fishing" with the little Barbie fishing pole Paul got her, and filled her tackle box with gummy worms. She enjoyed pretending to cook like daddy did. And there were a few very large humming birds who'd zoom by and hover in front of her face if she were eating something that appeared yummy to them. That was pretty cool!
Tantrum moments included not wanting to wear the life jacket, after much life jacket hype and excitement, and after we cleaned and inflated the boat, and got out to the middle of the lake. Another brilliant one was when a little bit of her dreamsicle dripped onto her hand. You know, the white part. When the rest of it was orange, this freaked her out to the point of throwing the popsicle down onto the ground. And that completely enraged her and caused a scene. It was a nice one, but I refused to buy her another 50 cent dreamsicle for the principle of the thing. So she shared daddy's while hers sat in the dirt. And the little booger ate part of my Drumstick, and demanded I hold on to the best part till later for her: the part at the bottom that has the chocolate plug in it. So there I was, holding that chocolate bottom for her until she was done playing in the lake. And yes, she kept looking back to ask if I still had it.
She tended to lose her cool towards the end of the days. Just punchy, tired, off schedule and out-of-sorts. One evening she asked me if she could get her paci and her Tiger and lay on the bed and watch Yo Gabba (unfortunatley we couldn't escape YGG, not even by fleeing to the mountains). She came out after the show was over and re-joined us. It dawned on me that even she needed some winding down time, and this was how she chose to do it. My equivalent of grabbing a naughty snack and hunkering down on the couch in front of the TV after a long day. So I get it.
And the paci wasn't an issue while there like it was for Niagara Falls. She really only asked for it at bedtime, and even in the car she'd hand it over to us if we asked her for it. So it wasn't very central on this trip.
We did get a short rain shower every afternoon, which also included some small hail. Nothing to ruin real plans, though.
We three shared a queen size bed in the cabin, which went over well except it seemed that as the trip progressed, she'd have more nightmares, including kicks and punches to whichever adult body was in her path. I think she was dreaming of fighting bears. ;) Or mommy.
Already I've waited too long to post this blog and I'm forgetting the little things I know I wanted to post about. This is how memory goes and my brain is already filling up with the memories of this week, which will be pushed out next week when I am in DC without Paul and Anna.
When we got home, the first thing she did was run over to her chair in the living room and plop down and smile. We had a great, busy trip with lots of family time but there's nothing like coming home. Even she got that :)
What followed the days after our return home was so much oppositional booger behavior, the worst tantrums we've seen since her horrible teething tantrums in May (remember those?) and overall downright rotten attitude. Just like May, the seat belt is too tight, her diapers are too tight, shorts and shirts and shoes are too tight and this has led to scream fests that include kicking and Time Outs, just to get out the door in the morning. Even bath times were a fight, and as for bedtime?! She's been crying herself to sleep, including one night when Paul couldn't fight to get her PJ's on: cried herself to sleep in a diaper only! Forget the PJ's.
This behavior has subsided alot since Wed, though, so I hope we're back to pre-travel Anna. Even last night bedtime was a non-issue, just like pre-Colorado. Not sure if she was sick or just testing the old routine or what. Usually when she complains something's "too tight" it's because she's not feeling good (sore throat, teething, etc). Who knows, but hopefully we're on our way out of this one just in time for me to have to leave Paul alone with her next week when I go to DC for work.
Anyway I know I'm leaving out tons from this trip that's up in my brain. If I remember more, I'll jot it down here later. Otherwise I think the pics say alot. Overall, I am glad that Paul encouraged the trip. He is the eternal optimist while I am the cautiously optimistic (let's call it what it is: "Realist"). But it's a good mix that pushes us into new experiences...within reason :)
Monday, August 10, 2009
Colorado Updates
We got home on Friday but I haven't found the time or energy to post about our trip! In the meantime, the highlights:
Anna was GREAT in the car.
It was dirty.
There were bears.
And chipmunks.
And some rock throwing.
Private Dancer
Sometimes she hamms it up for the camera but lately she gets mad if you film her without her express permission. I laugh my butt off everytime I watch this. Paul does too. Now I know why my mom couldn't control her laughter when I did crap like this as a kid, and it only ticked me off more, just like with Anna. All she wants is to let loose with a little privacy. At almost 2.5 years old, that is. Like she thinks I'm going to post her private moments to the ethernet? Oh...
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