We just finished up a week of staycation. After evaluating our budget and our two small children, we decided that a week at home would be more vacation-like than a week of going away. So, Ben took the week off, and we stayed local (except for an overnight in Bangor…aka the Big City).
See? We can have fun in our very own front yard.
During the course of our delightful staycation, I learned some things about myself…all relatively pointless (just so you’re warned).
1. I can. not. handle heat. We had two or three days of 90 degree heat, and you would’ve thought I was dying. I did so much complaining and sweating and grumbling and sweating. Apparently, I am going to need to have air conditioning if I ever live anywhere else.
This is Claire’s preferred way to cool off her thighs. If I were that bendy, I might have considered trying it as well.
Hmm….maybe we had the air conditioning too high.
2. I can spot construction equipment and farm equipment from miles away. Joanna has been thoroughly enjoying all things trucks lately, so in our effort to beat the heat, we drove around all Monday afternoon. We saw a lot of dump trucks. It was worth it.
3. In preparation for our time in the “Big City”, I checked out Pinterest for a few mom summer fashion ideas…because I knew I’d be doing a little shopping and I knew that it was time to perhaps update my wardrobe. Apparently, white, lace short shorts are in right now. Yeah, that’s not happening!
Pinterest, you failed me.
4. 4th of July parades are a blend of torture and awesome-ness. Yes, the 20 tractors in.a.row were pretty cool (not exaggerating), but fire trucks and their sirens and clowns and a miniature horse that someone thought Joanna would like to pet? Not so much.
Thank goodness that all it took was a lollipop and some discussion of the awesome parts of the parade to convince Joanna that she likes parades.
This was before the parade related trauma.
5. I’m two years into this parenting gig, so you’d think it would NOT come as a total shock to me that life with kids is just different than life without kids.
Case in point: Overnights in Bangor pre-kids involved a lot of shopping, eating at a fun restaurants, exploring, and watching cable at the hotel. Now, our shopping/eating/exploring schedule is dictated by the kiddos. And we had to hide on the floor behind the bed in the hotel room, praying the girls would fall asleep (they did…eventually).
BUT it wasn’t all bad. We went to go to the Maine Discovery Museum, which we would never have done pre-kids (because how weird would that be?!). It was pretty cool exploring and learning with our girls.
The garden was their favorite place. Ben was proud. (Also, check out Ben’s level of focus as he plants the play garden. Gardens are no joke in our world.)
A true County girl–picking potatoes at one year old.
A giant Lite-Brite. (Gah! The spelling of that is killing me.)
6. Readjusting to normal life is a little hard. Someone is having a rough time without Daddy 24/7. Not mentioning any names….
She and Daddy picked some wild strawberries together.
Sidenote: I feel like that this picture is one that I will look back at and think, “She was so little!” And yet right now, she just seems so big. Time is funny.