When one doesn’t ever seem to have time to blog and then one actually writes something and is 2 minutes away from hitting the publish button and then for some mysterious reason one’s program up and quits, leaving one with NOTHING to show for 45 minutes of work---one wants to scream.
And, frankly, one wonders if August was really that interesting anyway.
Probably not, but one is nothing if not dogmatic in completing planned tasks.
So this is what we did in August:
Faith broke her arm.
This is how: she was throwing a tantrum (the amount of pain that girl has caused herself while throwing a fit is disturbing). Ryan placed her in her crib to calm down. She jumped out of her crib and broke her arm. When you are telling that story to the ER guy, you really try to make yourself sound as sincere and honest and loving as possible.
Of note: the girl did not cry once. Not a single tear. Not when she broke it, or on the car ride, or in the ER, or while going into surgery, or while recovering from surgery, or at any time while recovering, or while they were removing her cast. As Ryan likes to say “The child has no nerve endings. Apparently.”
We also tried to do all of the usual summer activites that we could possibly stuff into the month:
We took the kids to the DaVinci exhibit at our local museum.
Pricey, but worth it, when I heard Emma tell her friend; “I thought it would be boring but it was REALLY cool” and Gabe’s Primary teacher told me that he talked about it all during the following Sunday’s class.
We went to Riverfront park, to ride rides, go to the IMAX, play mini-golf and ride the carrousel.
Sometimes that place is fun and sometimes it is not. This time was a fun one. Yay!
I took the 4 oldest to Silverwood, while Ryan stayed home with Faith.
He’s chicken of rides that make you feel like this:
Again, great time was had by all. (Maybe because my kids are growing into nice, easy ages?)
We went swimming ALL THE TIME.
Thanks to our ward pool (a family opens their pool to anyone 3 days a week from 11-4. Nice, huh?) and my friend Jessica S., for volunteering her lakefront any time we wanted.
Ryan planned an entire neighborhood triathlon, complete with oranges, drinks, stations, awards, and timing.
Unfortunately, Faith broke her arm 20 minutes before it was supposed to happen. We let Ryan stay home and run the event, while I headed to the hospital. They didn’t forget about us though:
We did our annual Tubbs Hill hike and swim.
Again, the ages of my children make most of these kinds of activities SO fun.
Jane went to a two-day Activity Girls Day Camp that was so darling.
We hit the Southside Aquatic Center, 2 days after Faith had surgery.
This $35 swimming cast cover worked while there and…..never again.
Our town finally got a yogurt place and I fulfilled my lifelong dream of biking with my kids to get yogurt on a Friday night.
And last, but not least, we had two birthdays.
Gabe had the usual fancy breakfast, out to lunch date (at a buffet. Barf.), picked his activity of the day (Tubbs Hill) and dessert with the cousins (Lime Cheesecake. Not Barf.)
Seth had a Phineas and Ferb birthday, planned and executed by his dad.
Here they are with the cake:
and party games that had somehow tie in to the cartoon, but it’s 1 month later and I have no idea what they are anymore. Coloring pages:
finding Perry the Platypus:
Popping balloons with your bum:
My one contribution to his birthday, besides delivering him into the world, was this CRAZY good Strawberry Lime Cream Cake.
So there you go. I’m pressing publish as fast as I can because there will NOT be an August, take 3.