Beck returned from her three-day cancer walk last Sunday evening, and I'm very happy to report that all survived, the house is still standing, the dishwasher was even run once: mission accomplished!
Saturday, we were all up by 8:15, and breakfast went reasonably well. We had an eleven o'clock appointment for Books and Barks at the library, and we left the house by 10:35. We arrived on time (early by a couple of minutes) to discover that the event was canceled. The kids took the news well; we looked around the kids section for awhile.
Braden wanted to find books about volcanoes using the computer catalog, so we had an impromptu library lesson. He was very excited to get to type v-o-l-c-a-n-o and click the mouse. The librarian helped us find the juvenile non-fiction section and pointed us to the shelf with 551 call numbers - volcanoes are 551.2 - and we found several acceptable volumes.
After the library, we headed to our favorite Mexican eatery for lunch. We each had our usual, and lunch was painless, but Emma refused to eat more than a few pieces of cheese. Please note, do NOT attempt to feed Emma a tomato. I handed my daughter a tomato, and she even placed it in her mouth. After that she started convulsing and spit the tomato out violently. Afterward she was not happy with me.
After lunch, I was persuaded to take the kids to the orchard to pick apples. There were hayrides, a corn maze, and caramel apples; orchards are expensive before you ever pick the first piece of fruit. Fun was had by all, and the hayride was a highpoint because we were the only people on the trailer. We got to ride to the farmhouse to get cow food (apple remnants from the cider press) and watch the farmer feed the cows. Emma was quite impressed by the cows, and she didn't even call them neigh-neighs!
Sunday we stayed home. In fact the kids were still wearing only underwear at 1:09 PM. We lazed around, ate meals more-or-less on time, and managed to keep the peace until bedtime. The kids were in bed on time, and Emma and I were reading a book to the boys when Mom arrived home at about 8:30 PM. A car door slammed shut, max started barking, and Alex asked "what was that?"
"I think that is your mom," said I.
Emma started yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!" and all three started sprinting for the door. When Beck walked in the front door, Emma was yelling "Run! Run!" and sprinting down the hall at full tilt. Pandemonium ensued, and I dashed out the door for my hockey game.
The walk went well, but Beck's mom has several blisters on her feet. Beck walked all 60+ miles without even one blister. She credits her toe socks and liberal application of lotion. I'm proud of her performance, and you can see some pictures on flickr (mine or hers).
Welcome home Mommy!
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