Physically and mentally.
But look at all the neat-o stuff we got to do, traveling around at the peak of high gas prices. We went to three different places, so I'm going to break this into three posts.
At the beginning of this month we made the trip to San Jose to attend the baby blessing of Baby Schroeder, Travis and Britanny's new little bundle of joy. Sadly enough, I didn't take one picture of the little man of the hour. These obvious mistakes come glaring back to confront me all the time. Just recently, I discovered that I might not have taken any pictures of Keller's 1st birthday. I'm crossing my fingers that I at least took some video. For pictures of Schroeder, however, you're going to have to refer to the Team Ryan site. Sorry I'm so lame.
While we were there visiting them, we enjoyed hanging with the family at the San Jose fireworks. We traveled into the city proper by use of their mass transit rail system. It was a nice non-crowded journey into town, but everyone was telling worrisome stories about the hoops we might have to jump through and the people we'd have to shove/punch in order to catch the ride back home. Since we were lugging 5 kids, 2 strollers, AND since I find crowds of people to be incredibly stifling and scary, and I'm not at all comfortable getting too close to most people, let alone strangers, I was a little nervous about the whole thing. I also have fears of losing my children in a crowded place. Timothy and Travis weren't helping calm my nerves by busily contriving some complicated scheme to ensure that we wouldn't miss all the trains and be left stranded in the middle of the city for the rest of the night, which Timothy insisted was a very real danger.
I'm making fun. Their eff0rts were actually helpful, and each adult was assigned to a child, and we somehow made our way easily onto one of the returning trains without me having to cuddle up to a stranger or clothesline a preteen, so I would rate myself as pleased with the whole experience. I did have some lady who was sitting on a bench suddenly reach out and grab my arm as I walked by in order to pull herself to a standing position, but she was elderly and very nice and I kept my balance, so it was okay. Oh, and the fireworks were good too.
The next day we decided to take a gander at the children's discovery center.

These are touchscreen computers that quiz the kids about different kinds


We wrapped things up in the afore-mentioned toddler center where there was a fun area with a bunch of critter vests and little creature hand puppets.





Ian, being dressed as a skunk, obviously felt it his big-brotherly duty to educate Meriel about all of the exciting characteristics of skunks. He was as good a teacher as she was an eager learner. She then went on to flaunt her newfound knowledge for me, Daddy, and any employee who tried to talk to her. I was so proud. Note: you'll need to turn off the music to hear her sound effects.
Coming soon: July Excursions--Part Two: Tales of Tahoe
4 comments:
I'm glad to see you're back! I look forward to hearing all about your travels "abroad." Will you be posting about Boise?
I think even I would be over stimulated in the toddler center; I don't know how Mitchell survived.
Finally - we've all been on the edge of our seats waiting to hear what has happened to you. Do you feel important? Don't let it go to your head or anything...
By the way, are you missing a kid? I'm pretty sure Meriel's twin is living at our house. Everything she does reminds me of Krista...or I guess everything Krista does reminds me of Meriel...either way, I have no idea where she came from, so I blame all her antics on you.
Welcome back. I am just on my way out the door for an adventure myself or I would certainly pay my respects here by trying to write something witty and urbane.
I'm so proud of you for your excursions. (Do you remember our multiple conversations about balancing fiscal responsibility with memory-making?) Good on ya!
An I think Grandma might have pics of Keller's 1st b-day. Ask her to dig around...Digitally, that is.
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