david's dream morning


Last year we had the chance to visit the Lancaster Airport's Community Days, which was awesome. But I've recently learned that this is not an annual thing? At least not anymore... And so I was sad. I loved taking the kids to get up and close and personal with aircraft, all whilst keeping their feet firmly planted on God's Green Earth. 

And then I found out about Harrisburg International Airport's Open House. Relatively new, this was just one Saturday where people could come and sit in planes and various emergency vehicles and snow removal vehicles and meet all the lovely men and women who run the equipment. Sign. Me. Up.

We arrived at 9:00 a.m. on the dot figuring that it would get crowded and it was a hot day so we didn't want to bake in lines for the entire morning... Parking and admittance was free, which I mean, you can't beat. David in particular was living his dream. He got to honk the horn of a dump truck which is basically at the top of his bucket list, if he had one. The enormous plow and all the "army" (Air Force) vehicles were also a huge hit in his mind. Letty got to climb into a police car and talk into the walkie and set off various horns and sirens and even got a sticker labeling her as his "partner." And they got to go inside the UPS plane which I informed them, is where all of mommy's Target and Amazon packages come from...
It was fun. Hot, but fun. We scored some free candy on our way out from the Kiss Mobile and then headed home to an air conditioning and a lovely backyard swim.


kids these days...


When I was a kid I didn't get birthday parties, really. Any family that was local would come over and sing a song around my mom's home made angel food cake covered with whipped cream and strawberries and that would be that. There were probably balloons strung up by the dining room chandelier left over from other events or freebies sent through the mail, assorted colors. My mom saved the candles. My dad would be recording with his enormous camcorder resting on his shoulder, probably tormenting my Grammy... And sitting right above my place setting would be a tiny ceramic creation of my mother's, a present and cake complete with candle and my name on it. And those were perfect, those birthdays. That's just how it was "back then," all simple and wonderful and stuff.

I try to remind myself of those simpler times when my children's birthdays loom near. We do huge parties for their first birthdays... and then slightly smaller ones afterwards. I went big for Letty's first because I was just sofreakingexcitedtohaveababy and then well, I have to be fair to my other two right? After Letty's fifth birthday party we decided, nope. No more after birthday number five. But come birthday number six I felt bad for her (shame on me, I get it). She had an awesome birthday, no doubt, spending the entire day with her family on vacation, living the dream. I still just felt bad. So when we got home from vacation we planned a special little lady date with her best friend Avery to get manicures (while the mothers got pedicures, naturally) and then Avery could sleep over that night, having movie theater popcorn and an Avatar viewing. Icing on the cake, as it were.
There's been several discussions amongst my family lately about "kids these days" and is this the worst generation yet? And we never did that when we were their age! And the like.... Lots of scary thoughts about college and partying and safety and things that I just really don't want to start worrying about just yet, but there you have it. Social media spreading around photos of things I really don't want (or need) to see and just the looming dread of....oh my... will that one day be my child?

Don't worry, I'm seeing a Buddhist about it.

So! Let's keep them young, shall we? As I take my eldest to her first manicure.... doh!

When did I get my first manicure? Ohhhhh probably high school? And only because I had a Grandma who went religiously and she liked to spoil me.

Not when I turned six, that's for sure.

I dare say she had the best (and longest) birthday celebration ever. And I certainly didn't mind the pedicure either.


peaches come from a can


Please tell me I'm not the only 90's child that sings this song in their head whenever peaches are discussed? Well anyways, a week or so ago in the horrible heat I took the kids to our peach picking spot and stocked up on our winter peach supply. Thirty-eight pounds stocked up. Not sure how, or why, but I did. We were met there by our Fitzs, where Steph is always the educator pointing out bugs and other oddities and teaching the kids things constantly, God bless her. David picked his second fruit of the summer but refused to so much as lick the thing, even at his best friend's request (don't worry, I got him to eat a total of four peach slices in the past two weeks. Making major strides here). I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him, that boy. I was drenched in sweat by the end of it but that's what summers are made of. My winter glass of white wine will thank me when there's a frozen sliced peach floating happily in there. 

These photos were taken something like a week and a half ago and that feels like it was so much longer than that? But there you have it. This very afternoon after picking peaches Avery chopped off her hair for Locks of Love, bless her heart.... and the next day my three all got their back-to-school cuts as well. Oh time, you saucy minx you.

That last photo was taken by a kindly elderly gentleman who stood about fifty feet away and didn't use the zoom function... ah well. Afterwards we headed to Pine View Dairy to pet a cow or two and have lunch and ice cream before parting ways once more.... Just checking those boxes next to our summer to do list, one line item at a time and loving it!
Past peach days! 2015. 2014. 2013.


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...