This post is long overdue. The more days that went by, the less I wanted to upload anything. But the worst part is that I can’t remember the small details of these pictures, the things they said or mishaps that occurred. If that’s not a reason to be diligent, for the little nuances, I don’t know what is, because those are my favorite things about life.
We’ve had so many pretty days this fall. I plop Gertie in the middle of the yard and let the girls run into the woods, which they think is the coolest thing. They took my phone at one point and took pics of what they saw.
That poor turtle finally managed to get away. It probably’d never crawled so fast in its life.
Annie is taking swim lessons. The difference between these girls is amazing. Ruth wants to wear her mermaid flippers and swim down to the whales and Annie I think would be happy wearing her floaties the rest of her life. She cries during each lesson and her arms and legs are all over the place when trying to paddle. We’ve learned that, with her, we need to go slow.
A couple saturdays ago we went to our children’s museum, tested Gertie’s walker on the different surfaces, and immediately went home to start marking our path for her (and us.)
It started out as a small one to get to the garden, but my mom mentioned that the girls could ride their bikes on it, so now we’re planning to wrap it all around our property.
Gertie upgraded her swing and the girls drank hot cocoa as the sunset. This was a delicious cool day, spent almost entirely outdoors.
Tired, but with dear old dad.
After church last week, I stole the girls during Gertie’s nap and walked around our little lake.
Last weekend we went to Manhattan to visit Kate and family. Her son played CCR on his guitar and we went through our normal talking points: traveling, the trials and tribulations of being required to speak spanish at work (doesn’t anyone remember my job as a translator at the insurance company?? shoot me), books, and the same four stories of how we met in college.
Saturday afternoon Kate stole the girls to go her daughter’s volleyball game so Ryan and I could walk around campus and Aggieville. Ruth randomly asked “What happens at the end of the world?” Kate was just about to get into the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse when Ruth clarified “Do we just fall off?” She said she was afraid to answer because she didn’t know if we were flat-earthers or not.
Walking around campus, for 90 minutes. KSU in the fall is just so daydreamy. Gertie came with us and she didn’t fuss one moment. It was a Wildcat miracle and we kept thanking her at every turn.
We wondered if there were still computer labs there, so I stopped a student and asked where the nearest one was. There’s a couple computers in the Union if anyone’s interested. What I would give to just have classes, homework, and an easy job to focus on again. Kate and I reminisced about how we flunked Accounting so had to take the summer course together. He gave us a project at the beginning and none of us started until the night before it was due, needing the final sheet to balance was the goal, and each of our projects were different. So our entire class was sitting at the same table in the small 24 hour section of the library and one by one they all yelled “Yes!!” and got up to leave. One by one, except for us two until early into the morning. It’s just so funny analyzing the right/left brain. We are right brained through and through. (Side note: Ryan took the right/left brain test and he is 50% left, 50% right. We made him retake it just to make sure and it came out the same. That’s crazy to me, but he is both very analytical and very artistic so it makes sense.)
Side note again, Ryan and I agreed it’s nice we’re both alumni from the same university otherwise we’d have to fake acting like we think any of each other’s stories are interesting.
We walked through Aggieville and tried to remember what it was like to have no obligations. Of course everything looked so much nicer than when we were there.
That evening, we went to Kate’s friend’s barn for a hayride. I wore my usual pepperoni pizza outfit. The girls were exhausted.
I love the rolling hills of the Ozarks, but the pull of the prairie also draws me in. To see the sun actually set on the horizon makes you feel like you can see the world.
Nostalgia at work, we stopped at the gas station of my teenage years in Topeka and drove down the steepest hill in town.
Ryan and his friends went to the chiefs game and we girls stayed at mom and dad’s.
Mom caught an interview with her beloved, Lebron.
Helping me with Ruth’s homework. The bonus of her schooling is Ryan took Friday and Monday off and she didn’t miss a day of school.
Making cookies with the cousins. I hope Ruth washed her hand, but I’m sure at midnight that night, it didn’t matter to me if she did or not.
We had a wild ride after the chiefs game. I got physically sick and then couldn’t catch my breath which caused my feet to go numb and my hands to lock up. It was to the point that they called the paramedics to check on me. Everything is okay except for the fact that my parents and sister saw me rolling around in my underwear. And when the paramedic asked Did you have anything to eat today, my sister said OH YEAH SHE DID. Settle, Lisa. It was only 40 wings.
Never a dull moment, I guess. Halloween is tonight!