Spring Break!

Can you imagine spending a week in a North Carolina forest in the Smokey Mountains with this cast of characters?  Pretty darn cute!  From left to right we have Henry Kelsey (16 months), Isaac Aubin (4 years old), Hazey, Cally, and Oliver Aubin (2 years old).  We all convened at the Davidson River Campground after 17+ hours of driving on a Sunday night.  We had a blast.  Here's a photo summary of a really fun adventure:

2 year old buddies

finding and climbing on magic rocks

counting tree rings

Finding a make believe stage and forming a band

lounging around and reading books

smores

Special guests Sherry and George Westerfield!

Quiet moments of drawing

Smokey the Bear Club

hockey, lacrosse, soccer.....

Learning about the forest with Sherry and George

Getting ready for kids hike-- "one for all, all for one!"

Awesome little hikers!

rest stop looking for birds

Fun bouncy bridge

Sitting in the gutter tree

Barefoot stream exploration

Good friends

Feeding Henry

Lots of Scooter Time

Biking on a boardwalk at the kids loop

Teeter Totter!

Cheering on big sis!

Buddies

 Best date ride ever!  Thanks to Sherry & George

A scare at the Transylvania County Hospital-- nothing broken!  Phew!

After four days in the Pisgah National Forest, I packed everyone up and we headed back to Vermont on the slow train, making some fun stops along the way.  The kids were troopers in the car.  Their patience in the car amazed us.

We got to stop in Baltimore on the way down and on the way back home.  The kids love hanging out with their cousin (and aunt and uncle).

Will even got a scooter between our visits, so the kids had a ball playing in the back alley of Roger's Forge.

Next stop was Rosendale, NY to visit with Beckett, Iris, Tim and Sophia. 

Running Race

Keeping up with the big kids!

Easter

 

 Happy Spring!  The snow has melted, for the time being, and the dog poop piles have been exposed.  The kids had a pretty low key Easter celebration.  Mom succumbed to the GI bug on Saturday night, but still got the kids to decorate Easter eggs for the Easter Bunny to hide.  Unfortunately, by the time the kids went out to hunt for the eggs, a certain family member of the four legged variety had eaten half of the eggs (who knew she'd eat the shell and all). 

The kids were thrilled to get a few jelly beans and hunt for the six eggs that hadn't been eaten.

 Someday, I might get it together to rally for a full blown Easter Luncheon, like my friend Erin did for her daughter and all her friends (they made crowns, decorated eggs, had bunny shaped P,B & J, etc).  But this year, the kids seemed just fine with a mini celebration at home.

 

 Because Mom needed some peace and quiet to recover, John took the kids to a nearby paved cul de sac for some scootering.  Apparently, they had a great time.

Here's to health, new life, and sunny days!

Stretched Thin

 

It's been a LONG month.  Today is the first full day I have spent at school since February 21st!  First there was Cally's case of pneumonia and then Hazen came down with a very similar cough/fever combo for almost two weeks.  John was away and I was terrified that he had pneumonia again.  He was waking up in the middle of the night, barking like a seal, and showing similar struggles that he had in September (when he was hospitalized for pneumonia).  Almost every night for the better part of a week, the two of us would sit in the downstairs bathroom with the shower running hot, so he could settle his bronchi down.  I brought him to the doctor twice in one week because his fever persisted and the cough sounded just awful (each time they told me his lungs were clear).

He had his last bad bout of coughing the night before John came home from Idaho and I was spent.  I had been staying up late most nights the week before planning so that my student teacher could teach my classes, grading, and getting my ducks in a row and would then be woken up for 1/2 hour to 45 minutes of settling the little man's cough.  About an hour after he had gotten back to sleep that night, I heard Cally cry out for me.  I almost ignored her, but some sort of sixth sense peeled me out of bed to see what was up.  She told me her belly hurt...... and so began another bout of the stomach flu in the house.  I won't go into the details about that, but let's just say that when she was still getting sick the next day after John came home, I walked away and he knew it was his turn.

Cally's stomach flu was not of the 24 hour variety.  It lasted 6 full days!  She was lethargic, ate almost nothing, and was sad for the whole week.  When something like that lasts for so long, you start to worry that a child's little spirit is being sucked away.  It's scary.  At one point, we almost made a visit to the ER for fluid replacement, but she learned that that would mean a needle in her arm and agreed to drink more fluids.

So, John, who had been out of work for almost two week, and I, who missed most of four of the previous days of school, had to figure out a way to each stay home with her (because she was in no position to go to school or daycare).  It wasn't convenient or easy, but we pieced it together and made it work for everyone.  She finally turned the corner on Friday afternoon (only after we went to the doctor, AGAIN) and things were looking up.  She got a bounce in her step, she had an appetite, and her little fiery personality was back. 

Within 24 hours of her revival, John went down with the same thing!  At this point, I was done.  My capacity for patience and compassion was at a low point and I was hard pressed to do more than keep the children away and deliver gatorade to him.  He was unable to even come downstairs for almost 36 hours and it was a weekend, so I was on my own, again.  The kids were great and all, but I had these hopes of going on a run with my running partner, maybe skiing as a family, or going on a hike.  I did end up getting the kids to Echo (a local museum), but I miss the family unit-- being able to do things together--- not passing the baton, as John and I did all week upon his return.

Checking out baby soft shell turtles at ECHO

Everyone seems healthy today.  If I've learned anything this month, it's that you can try to plan and organize your life, but you always have to be ready for a curve ball.  I'm one of those teachers who gives the students a five week calendar with every assignment and activity planned out.  It's important for me to get assignments back to students in a timely manner.   I use a calendar and map out my week every Sunday.  If I get a little warning and I can anticipate a change to this scheme, I'm fine, but I don't do as well with the whole "fly by the seat of your pants" thing.  When I actually write this, it makes me feel so old and set in my ways, but, it's what works in my chaotic life.  John, too, has his idiosyncrasies.  He hates what he calls "interspace".  He doesn't like being in a holding pattern and either wants to be told what he should be doing or have a plan.  This month has forced us both to let go of these quirks and just go with the flow a lot more.

Fishing at ECHO

I know I won't be winning any "Teacher of the Year" awards this year.  And definitely won't win "Wife of the Year", but I've really tried to keep my cool and be the parent I want to be for my kids-- even though the stress has seeped into my experience with them, I've tried to really appreciate the extra time I've gotten to spend with them (the alone time is so great).  They really are such amazing little people.

We aren't out of the woods yet.  Hazen had a rogue fever the past two nights and I'd love to find out what that is all about.  I'm downing a ginger, vinegar, honey, lemon, olive oil, and cayenne tea and flushing my nose with a netty pot, while also disinfecting all the surfaces in my house with a vengeance!  Crossing my fingers that we can avoid more germs.

The Language of Love

 

Our dear friends Rebecca and Chris just adopted a five year old son from Ethiopia.  It's been a long process, but he arrived in Vermont last Tuesday.  His name is Caku and we've been anxiously awaiting his arrival.  We'd seen pictures and heard stories, but nothing could prepare us for our initial meeting on Sunday.

I had told the kids that we were going to meet Caku and drop off some dinner for his family.  When we woke up that morning, Cally eagerly got dressed and asked that I not help her (which lately has not been the case).  She promptly returned to my room in her "Chinatown outfit" (a birthday present from her thoughtful godparents).  She told me she was wearing that because she knew that people who usually wear that type of outfit live far away and she also knew that Caku had come from someplace very far away.

We knocked on their door and Caku ran to the door and immediately hugged Cally and Hazen.  He kissed them, stroked their hair, held their hands and smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen.  He doesn't speak English, but the universally understood language of love was so apparent.  He was so trusting and loving and for the next two hours, he amazed me.  He ate an American lunch, he got tackled by his older brother, and he gave tons and tons of hugs and kisses.

 

He already looks like he's fitting right in here in Vermont.  He is dressed just like a Vermonter, has gone sledding, and even skied three times.  It's not an easy adjustment for Chase, whose been an only child for the past six plus years, but he too is giving lots of hugs and telling his mom how much he loves Caku.  

I'm in awe of the Brown-Winukor family.  They haven't just adopted two children.  They are committed to helping children and making the world a better place.  Rebecca has raised thousands of dollars for Ethiopian hospitals and the people there.  She's returned to the country numerous times to do just that.  They have so much love to give and these two little guys are giving it right back to them.  They make me want to be a better person and I'm so glad that my kids can call these folks their friends. 

5 Years

 

A lot has happened in the five years since we walked down the aisle and said, "I do" to each other........ a house renovation, three different dogs, a cat, two kids, a doctoral degree.  I remember  being asked by a therapist, "where would you like to see yourself in five years?".  I was in my thirties, in a dysfunctional relationship and I really couldn't see that far through the murkiness and uncertainty.  But if I had been asked on my wedding day where I thought I'd be today, I could only have dreamed that it would be where I am right now.  I couldn't be happier to have married John Abbott.  He's the best friend I've ever had.  He adores me and teaches me so much about what I need to do to be a better person.  He is playful, adventurous, funny, thoughtful, smart, and he makes me so incredibly happy.

With all that has happened in the past five years, there hasn't been a whole lot of time for us to focus on us.  We juggle work, children, exercise, friends, individual and couple time constantly.  Usually, it's the "us" time that gets pinched the most.  So, I decided we should try to get away on a mini anniversary trip to celebrate five years.  Knowing that it is a lot to ask anyone to watch two small children, we planned our escape to cover a day when both kids would be covered by daycare and only entailed a 45 minute drive.  We decided to return to the Inn at the Round Barn Farm for a night (and two days of skiing).  

Bumpa and Grandma took the bait (an offer to stay with two of their adorable grandchildren) and we booked the night months ago.  We crossed our fingers that the snow gods would bless us with copious amounts of snow, but we also hoped that the kids would be healthy.  After a rocky late January and early February, we thought we were in the clear...... until I got the call that Cally had a fever the day before vacation started.  Long story short, she had that same persistent cough, brought her to the doctor, lungs sounds were clear, but the fever wouldn't shake.  So on the day Grandma and Bumpa arrived, John brought both kids back to the doctor and confirmed that Cally had pneumonia AGAIN!  Hazen, at this point, was coughing (or a better descriptor would be barking) too, so we had him checked, but he was fine.  Last time Cal went on antibiotics for pneumonia, the cough cleared up within a day, so I was hopeful the same thing would happen.

Unfortunately, it didn't.  The kids kept my parents up the first night they were here (before we left) and really tested the grandparents stamina the night we were away by both coughing and even having Hazen join them in bed in the middle of the night (a VERY infrequent occurrence)-- continuing to cough on them and squirm around.  By the time we returned after skiing the following day, they were ready to curl up and go to bed.  But they couldn't for long because it was Bumpa's Birthday:

But even though they were exhausted and worked by our kids, they continued to be amazing grandparents to these guys:  

Bumpa explaining what the word "altruism" means

Grandma playing with Lincoln Logs

Bumpa reading silly stories to Hazen

Grandma and Cally made Bumpa's birthday really special by making a Pineapple Upside Down Cake and making lots of homemade cards.  The adults went out to a great dinner and Cally and I took Bumpa skiing at Sugarbush the day after his birthday.  At 74 he's still getting after it on the slopes!  He wears the same jacket he's had since the 80's, but he made Cally's day by taking a few runs with her!

I'm so happy to have gotten to get away for a few days with the love of my life.  We rode dozens of lifts together in a snow storm, we skied until our legs could hardly ski anymore, and we got to re-experience the Inn at the Roundbarn in a way that we couldn't during our wedding.  We arrived to freshly baked cookies at 3:30pm, they gave us a 4 pack of Heady Topper, and we hung out by the fire eating house smoked salmon and pickled onions before heading out to a romantic dinner at the Common Man.  We slept like we haven't slept in years and enjoyed a delicious breakfast before hitting the slopes for more fresh snow!

I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to get away and to have parents who are willing to help us make that happen.  I know that the kids loved having them all to themselves and I'm certain that they all got to know each other in ways that they can't when John and I are around.  Unfortunately, Bumpa is already down with a sickness that is likely to have been passed on to him by our kids.  Perhaps, if we ever get the opportunity to do something like this again, we'll have to do it in the summer, when it's not the season of icky ick!

Trouble

Oh Boy!  We are in for it.  Four years into this adventure we call "parenting", we are hitting bumps that I didn't think we'd encounter for at least another five years....... On Sunday we invited Cally's classmates and teacher over for an informal gathering.  This was something another mom had talked about doing earlier in the year, but it never happened, so John and I decided to host cocktails and sledding.  Because there was no snow, the sledding didn't happen, and perhaps that was the problem with our plan.  Whatever is the case, our daughter behaved in ways that we had never seen...... Soon after her girl buddies arrived, she was bubbling with excitement.  The warning bells should have gone off when, ten minutes into this "party", Cally said that she and Addie were going to draw on each others faces with her markers.  I mean, I guess, it's good that she told me before it happened..... I reminded her what happened the last time she did that with Hazen and asked if she was prepared to lose her marker for a week this time (for the first infraction it was just 24 hours).  She immediately declared that, no, she didn't want that to happen, but snuck upstairs with a few markers without me seeing.

Ten minutes after that, the rest of her classmates had arrived, and they immediately became a pack and headed upstairs.  Cally had spent some time cleaning up her room and in the past she'd shown her friends her room, maybe tried on dress ups or played with stuffed animals, but we never had any reason not to trust her up there.  We even sent her buddy Isaac's older sister upstairs to make sure nothing really bad happened (in retrospect, I'm not sure why we thought a 7 year old would or could wield the authority we needed).  Soon after they went up there, Cally came running downstairs, hardly able to contain the giggles-- she had used markers to write on her trash can.  I then moved the markers and said they wouldn't be able to be used for a week and went back to making sure the adults in the house were fed and hydrated.  Ten minutes after that, she came running down in a diaper and her bathrobe/towel on.  When I asked her what was going on and why she was acting so funny, she exclaimed that they were "playing babies" and she was the baby.  John then got her to get dressed and had a conversation about her silly behavior and why she was acting so differently that she does at school. The final straw came when the girls decided to sneak salsa and bean dip up to Cally's room for a "picnic".  I was alerted to a spill just as I was serving my homemade mac and cheese for the kids.  I ran upstairs to find two vomit sized spots on her oatmeal colored berber carpet.  Addie's mom was doing her best to clean it up, but it was clear that this was going to be a tough mess to clean up.

Through all of this, I was trying to be a "mellow" hostess, but at this point, I was ready to blow a gasket.  Our party was winding down and both John and I were scratching our heads as to why our cute and thoughtful daughter had behaved as she did.  We knew that she did not work alone and she was likely to be doing this because her friends were around.  We wondered if having had few playdates was a part of the problem..... she was so excited to have friends over that she got carried away and disregarded all established norms in our house.  Or maybe our norms or standards weren't clear?  Or maybe she's just too young to be trusted to be unattended?  I think it's a combination of it all, but we were so bummed out by her odd behavior.

But that didn't last long, because it's hard to be bummed out about a girl like this.  Someone who decides that we need to all go out and sled on a Monday afternoon because it finally snowed and Zephy needs some exercise or a that girl who randomly throws out "I love you's" just when you need them the most and tells us that we are beautiful on a whim.  She's that kid who gives random hugs to her brother and is learning how to share even though it doesn't come naturally, but she knows it is the right thing to do.  But, most importantly, she already gets the importance of saying "I'm sorry".
 

Don't get me wrong..... the gathering wasn't all bad.  The other parents had a ball and thanked us for hosting such a great event.  And at the end of the night, the boys had a little dance party-- during which Hazen was proud to learn a few new moves:

 

Sick and Proud

Our house has been full of a lot of sickness.  Everyone has had something...... Cally was the first to go down, but she seemed to get right back up from a rogue fever with only a lingering cough.  John is still coughing from his close encounter of the flu variety, Hazen has had a fever here and there, and I succumbed to a sinus and ear infection in the beginning of the week.

Everything was looking up by the middle of last week.  I was on antibiotics and feeling better, John and Cally were both sleeping through the night again, and all seemed great..... until the middle of my third period class on Thursday when I got the dreaded call.  It was Tammy calling to say that Cally had thrown up at daycare.  My stomach instantly lurched and my deep seeded dread about these situations was upon me.  As I've mentioned before, John and I were both eager to have children.  I told him I'd pull my weight with the sleepless nights, the midnight and early feedings, nasty diapers, middle of the night steam showers for coughs, spit up, whatever.  I just wanted him to promise me that he'd deal with the real throw up.  He eagerly agreed, but as it turns out, it never really works out that I can duck away and let him deal with these situations alone-- one of us usually needs to deal with the kid while the other cleans up the mess.  And this case was no exception.  Because I work five minutes away from Tammy and John had evening obligations that night, there was no option but for me to deal with this one on my own.

When I arrived at Tammy's, she'd already cleaned up the mess and Cally was curled up on a chair in her snow pants (she'd gotten barf on her shoes, pants, and socks), she was pale as a ghost, and she smelled like vomit because it was in her hair and on her necklace.  I gave her a big hug, loaded her in the car (thankful that she wasn't likely to get sick in the seven minute drive home), and bathed her as soon as we were home.  I then lined the family room couch with towels, talked her through the feelings she had before getting sick at Tammy's so she could tell me if she was feeling that way again, and set her in front of the television while I deep cleaned the house in a way that I haven't in some time.  I'd recently heard an NPR story about how virulent and nasty this new strain of the norovirus is and I didn't want to take any chances with it.  As Cally slept and zoned out to children's shows on PBS, I swept, vacuumed, mopped, and sprayed 7th Generation disinfectant over any non fabric surface in the house.

By 4 pm, I realized that I was going to have to load her into the car to pick up Hazen.  This time I covered as many surfaces of my car as I could with spare towels and had Cally sit with a bucket in her carseat.  I gave her the pep talk about how much easier it is to clean up barf in a bucket or toilet and crossed my fingers that this dam would not crack.  We made that trip without a hitch, but then she told me she was hungry.  I was tempted not to let her eat, but figured I couldn't let her go hungry so I made her some toast with butter and had her drink a bunch of water.  She asked me to bring her to the bathroom about five times throughout the afternoon and early evening and nothing ever happened, but by 6pm, she had that "familiar feeling".  She managed to sit on the toilet and barf in the bucket.  I was able to rub her back and help her through something that I've always thought myself a failure.  This was a milestone for both of us!

Friday morning, school was cancelled because of what was thought to be the next big storm (but really wasn't) and Cal was feeling better in the belly, but complained of an ear ache.  She'd been complaining briefly about this for the past week, so I decided to get in to see her doctor.  She did have some fluid in her ears, but her doctor wasn't very worried about that.  He did take a moment to listen to her lungs and found that she has walking pneumonia!  This presented itself so differently that last year-- no fever and acting pretty darn perky.  So, while John dropped Hazey off with Tammy and John headed up to the mountain, Cal and I went to our favorite lunch soup spot and picked up her antibiotics. 

By Saturday morning she was feeling well enough to join her friends for a Valentine's Luncheon at Annie's house while Hazen hung out with Henry and a babysitter and the parents got out to enjoy a morning of skiing together in the new snow.

On Sunday, it was below zero when we woke up, so we decided against bringing the family to Sugarbush and decided to haul the kids up to Underhill State Park in the Chariot.  At the last minute, I asked Cal if she wanted to ski down the road when we got to the top.  She seemed eager.  We didn't want to push it, but stuck Cally's skies, boots, and helmet into the Chariot just in case.  A two mile, 1000 vertical skin up brought us to CCC Road/Sunset Ridge Trail intersection. Hazen had napped the whole way up, and Cal was all excited to ski down.  And so she did..... the entire way with only a little Daddy's assist on the flats.

She had a ball:

And even wanted to hit the highland lift at Smuggs with her friend Lottie for some laps in the sunshine.  They looked like racing starfish:

And after that, she still had the energy/mental capacity to read, yes read, her first book from cover to cover:  Hot Soup (it's six pages long)!  But after such a crazy week and weekend, we were really happy to be able to get everyone's health back (for the time being) and do what we love to do with our kids.

A Great Day for a Skate

On Saturday, we skied at Cochran's, watched some cross-country ski races at Trapps, hit the Swimming Hole in Stowe, and had dinner at Frida's.  So today we had a lazy morning (with Donuts from Poorhouse Pies, again!) and then headed to this scene for a few hours of skating.  Chez Ganzenmuller!

They say it's hard to learn to skate on hockey skis b/c they are curved on the bottom..... but Cally went for it.  She used the double decker crate and managed to skate by herself from one end of the pond to the other.

But what Cally liked best, was being pulled around in the sled by anyone willing to do it:

Hazen snoozed through much of our visit, but when he did get up, he was keen to just "check it out":

Checking out the scene post nap

Chillaxing with Dad!

We are a little nervous, because he really seems to like flicking a puck around the house with his new hockey stick..... Not sure we want to join the youth hockey cult, but it's pretty cute to hear him talk about hockey.