Wildlife

We have a small farm on the deck.  Apparently it includes livestock!  (Thanks to some Lancaster county parsley from my mom.)

We named him worm.

Owen and I were excited to find this swallowtail caterpillar munching away.  Everly wanted to smell him...but she thinks the farm in general is an olfactory-only experience.

We happily let him graze in the pasture...we have plenty of parsley.  

He even learned a trick!

TA-DA!!

Although...come to find out (thanks google) maybe he doesn't like the gentle petting so much.  Apparently that's some kind of threatening/protective posture.  

Sadly...a few hours after the petting incident (and that photo) we couldn't find little wormy anywhere.  Maybe he crawled away to cocoon himself already?  It's either that or he's made some baby bird reeeeaally happy.  Sorry if we scared you away/drew attention to you and got you eaten.

In other bug news...

We were on a walk today and came across this dragonfly (if that is what he is).  We stalked him for a while to get a good close look at him.  Owen thought it was amazing how he had four wings when he flew and only one when he was sitting still.  

Puzzle

Owen recently received one his first 'real' puzzle.  I helped him once or twice and then, suddenly, it clicked (the pieces fells into place, if you will) and he started doing it himself.

He spent nearly an hour one evening - putting it together, taking it apart and starting over.

I was amazed that it kept his attention for so long and happy to see him focusing each time to get it back together on his own.  I can see us putting puzzles together in the future - chatting about our favorite part of the day, of couse.  

Phone Photos

Unedited.  After a rainy walk.  I am still amazed.  

Field trip: Air and Space

Last week I took the kids down to the Air and Space Museum for a few hours.  I'm trying to take greater advantage of having access to the amazing museums and parks in DC and Baltimore.

We braved DC morning traffic - I gave myself a pep talk beforehand and went in with the mindset that it was going to take some time and patience.  Thank goodness that O&E are good passengers.

We found a spot near the museum, paid our handful of quarters and were off!  

First: A pit-stop to pump up the leaky stroller tire beneath this spire.

Most museums will be much more interesting and engaging once the kids are a tad older.  Right now they are beneficial more as a change of scenery, for interactions with crowds, and for the occasional small teaching moments (even just learning to obey in a busy place).

Owen flying the Cessna.  Not the most comfortable chair for a cross country flight.

Ever takes a turn at the controls.  She did a few barrel rolls.

I tried to let Everly walk on her own, but it was almost as if she gained energy from the crowd.  Her speed increased in direct correlation to the number of people around.  At one point she was literally sprinting in circles through a packed exhibit while Owen (who was glued to my hand the whole time - God bless him) and I abandoned the stroller in a last ditch effort to keep up.  All three of us breathed a sigh of relief as I snapped her back in her seat and she was content to ride, point and squeal at the rockets the rest of the trip.

We walked up and down the main corridors, Owen asked the purpose of each and every plane, we rode the elevator twice and were done.  Two hours flew by.

Finally, a nice picnic lunch by the Mall.  We had a front row show to a giant excavator working on the Mall renovations.

It was maybe as awesome as the rocketships.

Everly didn't make it out of the city before she was snoozing.   All that sprinting really takes it out of a toddler.  

Hopefully we will build up a small amount of momentum and take at least one trip every week.  Stay tuned!

Dinner date with Ever

Everly and I had an evening at home alone last week.  I was grateful for the one-on-one time with my littlest.  She is hitting the super busy 18 month stage and is constantly buzzing around.  Usually around my legs - especially since she's teething again.   

For one evening it was nice to drop everything and just focus on helping the little bee buzz from one activity to the next.  No dinner worries - just leftover soup and popcorn.

Speaking of dinner - I can't believe that I make dinner every night.  It's only now sinking in that I do that.  It's not been one of my regular features for very long...and I'm not claiming proficiency...but it feels so very grown up.

As if the grown up part didn't hit me when I, oh you know, had kids.  It's hitting me because I make dinner and schedule meals for the week.   At least it's sinking in.  (At least I'm feeding my family.)

Even if it's occasionally soup and popcorn.

She didn't mind.

A kiss.  Or maybe she was still hungry?

Strawberry Picking

Warning...lots of pictures ahead

This last week was one of those perfect weeks where the weather was wonderful and the kids were well behaved.  We took advantage of this stellar combination with a couple fun outings.  After a few days of feeling like we maximized LIFE I'm refreshed and enthusiastic about this next week...excited about continuing to press into this job of mine.   (Feeling like you did something well, maybe not perfectly but to the best of your ability, is the best reward.)

On Saturday we went strawberry picking at Butler's Orchard.   Strawberry picking doesn't actually take very long - the berries are so big that we filled up our baskets in less than half an hour.  But we took advantage of the playground and the slides and managed to spend a good chunk of the day there. They had to kick us out at closing time!  

Owen and (a rare picture of) mama on the way out to the fields.  He was so excited and had his little basket ready.

With one of his first picks.  Love the scrunchy face.  (Gina - go Michigan!) :)

Ever instinctually knew what to do.  She was putting berries in the basket right away!  This was before she figured out that they were edible.  Not too many made it in the basket afterwards...

Owen was a focused pro.  We had to tell him that it was ok to eat a few.  He was so proud of picking the big berries and would show them to me - perfectly excited about each one.

Ever.  On the hunt.

The berries were super sweet.  Almost as sweet as this small face.

Pudgy, dimpled hands pat pudgy, dimpled berries.

The aftermath.

Kinda looked like a crime scene once Ever was done.  When you take a baby who loves to eat into a giant field of food the berries don't stand a chance.

Happy girl and her dad...on the way back from the field.  (and a picture of a picture of a picture of a....)

Blueberries are in July...come with us!

Hand

Ever is enamored with holding hands.  At dinner, in the car, on walks.  She asks for 'han, han, han'.

A few days ago on a family walk it was Owen that she insisted hold her hand.  

And then my heart melted and I am still getting misty eyed.