Twisty Balloons

I was faced with an interesting parenting dilemma tonight. Tonight was Anthony's work family picnic. It was a wonderful evening. We had hamburgers, hot dogs, salads, chips, games for the kids, door prizes (side story - Anthony won a much needed alarm clock! - his old one he's probably been using . . . well, forever - he's quite attached to it, however half of the little digital red lines that make up the numbers don't show up - and really, he's the only one who can read it. I was thrilled when he won it! However, appartently Anthony isn't quite ready to give up his old clock - because right now the fancy projection clock is sitting next to his tried and true, although unreadable alarm clock. Oh well. Yay for redundancy :))

Anyway - it was a very fun evening, but the highlight, at least for the kids, was the Twisty Balloon man named . . . I think his nametag said 'Bozzo: Not a Quitter' - I'm not making that up. 'Bozzo: Not a quitter' was amazing. He stood there by the picnic tables ALL NIGHT twisting away for an unending line of kids. His hands would fly, twisting and turning, and squishing, and bending - and suddenly there would be these masterpieces made of balloon. He could even blow up balloons - by mouth - 3 at a time! No kidding. It was cool to watch. Well Allison patiently stood in line for probably 15 minutes, watching this, before her turn came. She asked for a butterfly and 'Bozzo: Not a Quitter' proceeded to create a beautiful pink and purple butterfly hat for her complete with black antennas (to which Allison said later - 'Look - this butterfly has antennas just like Dad's antennas'. A coworker of Anthony's then teased - 'except that the butterfly's antennas work seamlessly!')

So 'Bozzo: Not a Quitter' handed Allison an enormous, beautiful, pink and purple butterfly hat. Allison, gingerly held the creation and came back over to our picnic table to show Anthony and I. The first thing she said to me, with reverence in her voice, was 'Mom, I want to keep this FOREVER!' Oh no, I think. Do I try to explain to her the fleeting nature of balloons and that the butterfly will probably pop later on tonight, or do I say nothing and deal with the trauma that is sure to come later? I decide to try the former, hoping to innoculate her for the inevitable dissappointment to come.

I tell her, 'Allison, ballons don't last forever. They eventually pop or lose their air - but you can play with it and enjoy it now.' She initally protested. 'But Mom I'll be very careful - and you be careful too. Here, you hold it and stay right here by the tables and don't move. We'll be very careful.' She goes off to play - but shortly thereafter comes back for the hat. I put it on her head and she runs off to play again. She runs around the park in circles saying 'I'm flying! I'm flying! I'm a butterfly and I'm flying!' Then she'd sit on the park bench and watch the wings flutter in the breeze. 'The wings are really flying, Mom!' And then she'd take the hat off and look at it thoughtfully and ask, 'Mom - can balloons really make us fly?' We then have a discussion about the movie Up and real hot air balloons - and then she's off to play once more.

Well sure enough. Tragedy struck. And the inevitable screams came and tears flowed. The preparation I tried to give her for this inevitability clearly had no effect. In fact - her response was even worse than I expected. We left and the screams and sobs of despair filled our car for a good portion of the ride home. She could not get control. I tried to think what I could have done? Would it have been better for her never to have had the balloon? I sure knew that this balloon situation would end in disappointment . . . however I guess, even knowing the outcome, I wouldn't have done anything different. We were reminded that some joys are fleeting, and that's OK.

Christmas in July

We had a baby! Well - a couple months ago we had a baby - and because I'm the world's worst blogger (as I also claim to be the world's worst facebooker) - I haven't posted pictures - or even written about. However - trying to 'catch up' on blogging or journaling or scrapbooking or whatever choice medium of perserving memories I may be embracing at the moment - can seem overwhelming and so instead I am choosing today to simply write about this past weekend. Hopefully at a later date I will post pictures of our wonderful baby Evan and write about his birth story (I do have oodles of pictures and have written the gory details of his birth in my journal) . . . However for now, for the blog - I want to write about our Christmas in July!

We didn't plan any summer vacations or get-aways due to the recent birth of Evan, however we decided to have a little mini-vacation this weekend in Colorado Springs. I've decided I don't think it really matters how far away from home we might go, or even the nature of the trip itself - simply the word 'vacation' infused our home with a palpable level of excitement all week. We got a 'Car Travel Games' book from the library - and Allison made sure we went through it and picked out some good games (which we played enthusiastically in the car and while waiting to be seated at Village Inn for breakfast). The night before, Allison and Carter packed their bags with so much energy and enthusiasm, I was almost excited to pack my bag.

So we left Friday morning - choosing to head straight down to the Springs rather than stop at Walmart for diapers because I calculated that we had just enough to make it until Saturday night. On the car-ride down we listened to audiobooks, kids-songs, played the alphabet game, and a new word game from our travel book. When we arrived an hour later we found a delightful park (Thank you GPS!), and had a picnic lunch. I think the playground must have been filled with brand-new sand that day - because it was so full and soft and not a bit of it was tracked-out into the surrounding area. Allison asked if she could bury herself in it - and after a moment of hesitation, I decided - absolutely! This is the closest my kids are going to get to the beach for awhile - let them have their fun. So they did. And we did. We ate ham and cheese sandwiches (thank you to Dad who packed our lunch that morning) and 'Foodles' - which make eating apples and pretzels and cheese cubes so much fun.

After some serious dusting-off, we made our way to the Focus on the Family headquarters. They were having a chapel-session for all the employees and so we waited a half-hour outside until they opened. Allison and I put our handy travel games to use once more while Anthony and Carter left to find a potty. At 12:30 the doors were opened and we had a wonderful afternoon of fun. There is such a nice spirit about the place. Upstairs they have interactive displays and movies and a bookstore (a lot like a temple square visitors center and deseret book), and downstairs is a world of fun for the kids. The highlight is this big - 3-story twisty slide. Allison went down once - and then related how fun it was that I had to try it. You put your feet in these big duffle sacks and put cut off socks on your elbows to prevent them from hitting the sides - and then you slide! She was right. It was super-fun. We also enjoyed the world's best soft-serve ice cream. Seriously. I have never tasted such yummy soft-serve. It was Dreyer's brand and it was the richest, creamiest, chocolatiest cup of ice cream I have ever mooched off Allison (I always say I don't want anything and then just snitch off what the kids order. I should stop doing that).

One more note about Focus on the Family. The mother's nursing area is the most ornate nursing room I have ever seen. Artwork, antique clock, ornate rocking chair, indoor plants - it was beautiful.

After several hours of fun at Focus on the Family, we went to Garden of the Gods. We walked around the paths - and occasionally Anthony and the kids would find these little trails that they would go explore. After one escapade Allison and Carter come running out of a bunch of trees and declare that they've just escaped from a 'deep dark forest', but not to worry - because there weren't any bad-guys. We have dinner at Schlotzsky's and then return to the hotel where the kids swim for an hour before crashing into bed.

The next morning we sleep in a bit, have breakfast at Village Inn and then head up to the North Pole. As we are walking in we see a big sign that says '50 Years of Fun!' Allison looks at the sign and with amazement in her voice declares, 'Mom, I think that means it will take us 50 years to go on all the rides!'. I laugh and explain to her that this amusement park has been around for a long time and that I use to come here when I was little girl.

We have a wonderful day. The park is perfect for a 4 and 3 year old. They are able to do nearly all the rides . . . no actually every single one. I think we hit every single ride during the day, except for the one or two that were out of order - and I think Allison informed me that we missed a shiny car one . . . Oh - and they did take a shortcut through the haunted house . . . but aside from that - they experienced the full North Pole.

The little boats that had bells that the kids could ring brought back vague memories for me. I remember the joy of ringing the little bells on the boats - and I'm happy to report that the charm of the bells has not been lost. Allison and Carter rang those things with vigor! I also think I might have vague memories of feeding the deer??? But maybe I'm inventing memories . . . I don't know - but Allison and Carter loved that. Allison was delighted that the deer were clamoring for the food she was feeding them out of her hand.

We did the rides, saw Santa, went to a magic show, and then finished the day with one last ride on these umbrella things. I went with Allison (Anthony went with the kids on most of the rides throughout the day while I stayed with Evan) - however I decided to give this last ride a go. It has been awhile since I've been on amusement park rides - and it made me a little sick! Nothing drastic, but not something I wanted to do again.

OK so now let's see if I can post some pictures . . .