The kids and I headed up to Pennsylvania for a few days. Jon was supposed to be traveling last week and this week, but both trips got canceled. Since it was the neighborhood yard sales at my parents' place (and I had a heck of a lot of stuff I wanted to unload), I decided to go through with our original plans. No, it's not easy to travel by myself with a 3.5 year old (who has to pee every 15 minutes), a 2 year old (who is into screaming, singing and thrashing) and a 7 month old (who is generally easy-going but still has her moments). But nor is it easy to live in a house without a functioning kitchen with three kids either. We needed a change. The trip up wasn't *too* bad. We hit some morning rush-hour traffic but I was prepared with a packed breakfast for the kids. Jack was enjoying his milk, cereal and berries while reading a Richard Scarry word book. Apparently the combination of food, traffic and reading was a little too much. But of course he didn't tell me. I guess he didn't know how. When I pulled over at a rest stop an hour into our drive and opened the back door, there he was staring down at a pile of barf puddling on his book, shorts and the floor. "I spit, Mommy, I spit." Poor thing. He could barely walk into the restroom, and I couldn't offer much help since I was carrying a baby and leading another toddler. We cleaned up the best we could (me gagging the entire time) and I gave the boys a chance to run around in the fresh air while I nursed the baby.
|"Kids, we're not in Maryland anymore."|
|Priceless. Unlike old tires.|
My aunt's friend always has cool stuff: old Willoware. (I only bought one piece, my hutch is stuffed as it is!)
These amazing English riding boots (I would have bought them but the foot was too big, the leg too high and the calf too tight. And then I had to spend a humiliating 10 minutes trying to get it off with my mom's assistance).
My aunt was also selling these handmade quilts by my great-great aunt Rebecca. I just love family heirlooms, but these wouldn't have survived a day in my house with the boys.
I wasn't the only one who profited from the sale. The boys also had their first entrepreneurial effort: The Triple J Snack Stand.
Nonnie was their best customer. She said it was just too fun watching them drop quarters in the piggy bank labeled "College Fund."
Honestly, they were too busy doing other fun things to man the stand. Like playing with Marmie's homemade "basketball" hoop.
We also managed to fit in dinner at The Fence Drive-In. Where my boys got properly muddied up before dinner.
A visit to the Lewisburg Park.
I got some girl time at Eder's with my friend Megan and sister-in-law Kate. And I also got a little visit with my friend Erin and her sweet kids. Elaina was born about 3 weeks before Julia. She's a little bigger, has 4 teeth, sits up and eats lots of food. But we're not competing.
|Elaine also wears her hair in cute ponytails. Her older sister, Jasmine, did up Lia's hair too!|
The highlight of the weekend (for the boys) was a fishing derby!
|Jude fishing, I think this was a rare moment.|
|Jack gets brave and puts his hand on Poppa's to check out his "gold fish".|
|Jude was braver than Jack when he touched the slimy fish.|
|Poppa:" Do you want to hold it?" Boys: "Ew!"|
Poppa also sent the fish home with us so we could enjoy grilled trout this week (along with grilled vegetables). Since we are *still* without a stove/oven.
|I grilled this myself, gentlemen. I'm quickly becoming the grill master in this house!|
|Such a good traveler!|
And that was our lovely trip to the home state. Too short, as always, but I'm sure we'll be back again before the summer is out. It was a blissful reprieve from our current life of (even more!) illness and kitchen chaos. But we'll save all that for another day. This mama is calling it a night!