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"When in Idaho…

July 27, 2008

do as the Idahoans.” And that would mean ‘floating the river’. I don’t really think it matters what river. We’ve got lots of choices around here but since we’re only 2 miles from the Boise River, that was our river of choice on Saturday. Since we don’t own a single piece of floating equipment yet, we called on some good friends who used to own a river rafting company. They generously loaned us:

  • A raft
  • Some paddles
  • A trailer to tow the raft
  • A few life vests
  • A dry bag with Band-Aids (which came in handy)
  • One of their children with rafting experience
  • And some valuable advice, some of which we took and some of which we foolishly left behind. (see below)

After dropping off a second vehicle at the ‘take out’ spot, we motored around until we found the right ‘put in’ spot and successfully unloaded the raft and the kids. We trudged through the brush, put in the raft, towels, camera in the dry bag with the Band-Aids, paddles, and the kids and pushed off into the wild waters.

Note the thrill of the adventure and the enthusiasm of being out in the beauty of nature…

Until a wrong move resulted in a gash on the right knee of said passenger. Thus the need for the Band-Aids.

Note more thrill and enthusiasm. So much so that this one even hopped out into the river on his own.

Maddy with our resident river expert.

I also exuded thrill and enthusiasm…except when I was

Trying to keep Little Will IN the raft.

Despite the looks on some faces (due more to an aversion to pictures than to rafting) all in all, a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Note to self (or more specifically to Ralf). Next time:

  • Don’t dismiss the advice to bring the pump with us in the raft. We (he) didn’t fully appreciate the science of hot air inside a raft on a hot summer day hitting the cold water of the Boise water. You know, hot air expands and cold air contracts. A nice and tight raft at the beginning vs. a limp and soggy vessel at the end.
  • Clean, dry towels should be left at the ‘take out’ area instead of coming in the raft with us and becoming water logged, heavy baggage in a gravity challenged raft.
  • Don’t forget the Band-Aids. With 5 kids, always a good rule no matter where you go.
  • Three adults are needed after the trip. Two to pick up the second vehicle and trailer, and one to stay with the kids. Unless you want to leave all kids alone with the raft and 3 whiskey loving strangers looking to shoot beavers passing by in the river.

Finally…

July 24, 2008

I’ve been harping on my sister Jennifer to start blogging for like a thousand years and guess what… She’s finally come around and has written her first post. I know she’ll be great at this because:

  • She’s a great writer because she reads millions of books. She’s my friend on Goodreads and while my list has about 36 books, hers is close to 300! Show off.
  • She’s got 4 great kids with big personalities. There’s always something kooky going on at her house. If she can remember to snap a pic at the right moment she’ll have loads of blogging material.
  • Her husband is Mister Big Wig of the publishing world of web developers. I don’t even know what that entails but I know he’s great with computers and has really good grammar skills.
  • She got all the good genes in our family. She’s tall, thin, and beautiful so she shouldn’t have any anxiety about posting pics of herself. If she does, I’ll have to strangle her.

So, go visit her blog, leave a comment and welcome her to the addicting world of Mommy Blogging.

An Open Letter To:

July 22, 2008

Benjamin Moore Co.,

You don’t know me but I have a proposition for you. You see, I am a stay-at-home mom of four kids. Although most of my time is devoted to homeschooling them, being a wife to my husband, blogging, and taking care of the household, I actually have my own interests and hobbies. One of which is home decor. We’ve owned six homes in our 15 years of marriage and have painted the interiors of all of them. Always using Benjamin Moore colors. I love Benjamin Moore paint. It covers completely and wears well. That said, I believe you are in need of my services. I am proposing that you hire me to name any new colors you have coming down the line. Why me? For these reasons:

  • I can work from home. Just Fed Ex me the colors and I will name them and send/email them back straight away. No need for an office or computer. I’ve got that covered. I’m willing to work part-time, on an on-demand type basis. Just think of the money you’d save.
  • I’ve always received good grades in English class. I own both a dictionary and thesaurus. I’m a great speller. Just in case, I’ve also got spell check. No worries.
  • I’m in love with everything New England and from the sea. I know many of your colors are beach inspired and I’m all about that.
  • Since I now live in the ruralness-that-is-Idaho, I am becoming familiar with the varied shades of tan, taupe, brown and the dappled gray of the prairie in case BM is inspired to create a collection of sagebrushy colors in the future. I’m your go-to woman.
  • Being a parent, I also have the experience to name a collection of colors to connect with the family crowd looking for just the right shade for the nursery or the playroom/family room/office. Imagine Slumbering Love or Inner Chi.
  • And, to be honest without sounding rude, you’ve got some names in your collection that perplex me a little. Take for instance Snugglepuss BM 1405. Really? Snugglepuss? Not sure that’s one I would want to pass along to a friend. And what about Groundhog Day BM 1166? I’m imagining the deadline for naming this shade was looming and someone quick jotted down the movie they were watching on late night cable that weekend. Sound about right? Oh, and if you do hire me, can I name the colors a question? Like BM 752 How Blue Am I? Just in case I’m feeling a little depressed and can’t think of anything else, a question might work. Just let me know.

I think that pretty much sums it up. I’m the ideal candidate for the job. Feel free to contact me so we can discuss the details. I look forward to hearing from you. Right now I’m off to water my verdant lawn while the crystalline sun is mid horizon in the cerulean sky.

Sincerely,

Wendy

It makes me so sad. I’m in mourning. My baby is no longer three. He’s our last one and he’s growing up far too fast. Anyone know a cure for this? I’ve asked him to stop, and he’s assured me he’s tried but he just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I’ve told him that I understand and that it’s OK as long as he still crawls in bed with me in the morning and snuggles. He thought that sounded like a good plan. So we celebrated.

His birthday wouldn’t be complete without:

A pirate ship cake

Lots of pirate booty

Like an eye patch, telescope, and hook… anyone sensing a theme here?

Arggh! Swords…

A hook for a hand…

and candle blowing.

Happy happy birthday Little Will!


This Fourth of July weekend we chose to embrace the rurality of our surroundings. What kind of parade does a town of less than 3,000 put on?

One that looks like this:

And this:

What does a town do for its citizens that are wilting in the heat?

Turn on one of these:

And drench Main Street.

Much to the relief of kids like this:

Who’s the lone girl among this cache of boys? Well, our 13-year-old daughter of course.

These gentlemen followed her home after fireworks to roast marshmallows in our fire pit. We were happy to see that she found a fellow girl to help balance out the numbers.

To continue our “rurality embrace”, we spent the following day where else…but at the feed lot!

Where the kids went riding

On real horses

With real cowboys

And drove real farm gators

And made new furry friends

Some rode shotgun

While others shot guns.

(For the first time might I add. And I was not aiming at the ground. I was just trying to figure out how the flippin’ thing worked. The safety was still on, OK?)

Hope your 4th was a little more civilized, a lot cooler, but just as memorable!