The Littlest Christmas Tree
The Goblin Child had her school Christmas program last week. It was adorable. She had been telling us that she was going to be a mother and had been singing snippets of the songs. It was great to see it all put together.
The story was of three trees growing in the forest. A family, our G.C., that came along and chose the biggest one for their Christmas tree. A second family came along and chose the second biggest. The littlest tree was sad that no one wanted her. Then the birds and bunnies came and decorated her and a star saw and came to perch atop her. It was very well done. The music teacher always does an excellent job with all the programs. And we enjoyed it immensely.
Because She’s So Cool
The Goblin Child has been wanting to learn to read. She wants to be able to read books whenever she wants, instead of having to wait for us. She’s been working hard at it and always wants to know how words are spelled. Tonight as we read her bedtime story, or started to, she said no, she wanted to read it herself! And she did.
We will be going to the beautiful little country church near us for Christmas eve again. To get ready for the play on Christmas we’ve started going there now and will be until Christmas. The Goblin Child will be Mary, with her little best friend being Joseph. His little sister will make a beautiful angel and 8 will be a dragon. Or maybe not, but there was strong vote put in for it. I could see the biblical implications, the demon hovering nearby, always present, always watching, we might still be able to talk them into it. If not he will be a shepherd or possibly a wise man.
At the last practice they were enthusiastic and energetic. They remembered their lines and did an excellent job singing. Hopefully they do as good when it’s time for the real thing.
I can’t believe it’s been a whole month since I wrote here last. Time flies and every time I think about writing I’m just too tired. It’s been a busy month and hopefully I’ll get back and recap it but for now I’ll stick to the now.
Last year we meant to get up to Storybook Island to see the Christmas lights. Reservations were made, plans were set, then the forecast was made. They were predicting a HIGH of zero and dropping from there. We decided it was too cold and canceled. This year we decided to try again.
Plans were made then changed then changed back. Reservations were made, children got sick, grownups got sick, strep throat for everyone!, reservations were canceled. We went anyway.
We left early trying to make it up for lunch. We got there and went straight to Huhots. Our good friends brought their kids along and met us there. We gorged ourselves then went downtown. Last year they put in an ice-skating rink, this year we got to see it. The downtown was gorgeous with Christmas lights up and beautiful buildings. We rented skates and ventured onto the ice. It was a blast. Quite possibly my favorite part of the trip. They had walkers to save us from falling and we pushed all of the children around and round until they got the hang of it and were able to move themselves. Or ran crying from the ice and played happily on the stage nearby, eating dirt and running up and down.
Once our feet and bodies were too sore to skate any longer we walked around the downtown window shopping and taking in the sights. We wandered happily until dark and finally it was time to go see the lights. we got to Storybook Island before it opened and walked around waiting very impatiently, the children at least. Once the door opened we rushed in and ran frantically about looking. We saw Santa and Mrs. Clause, the nicest ones I’ve ever seen, and collapsed in a heap of exhausted tears at being told not to swing from the rail of lights to keep us on the path. It was a very long day for a small child who refused to nap on the long drive up.
He was able to be rallied, or at least carried, and we continued through the park. The lights were great but prevented playing on all the toys, a bit of a disappointment for all the small children. They got their ride on the train though and then were ready to find our way back to the hotel for some of the swimming we had promised them and supper.
The pool lived up to their expectations I think. I hope. With it’s big water slide and little pool, known to some as a hot tub. We don’t let the signs worry us, they don’t really mean no one under 18 allowed. It was packed with small children anyway. The whole pool was packed. It limited my enjoyment but I don’t think it slowed the kids down, instead it gave them even more playmates. We enjoyed delivered pizza at the pools edge then succumbed to exhaustion and our rooms for the night.
The children actually slept! Ours did that is and for the most part, our friends maybe not so much but small babies are that way. It was one of the more pleasant nights we’ve spent in a hotel with our small rotten children. Usually they refuse to sleep and are up all night. They were up bright and early the next morning to make up for it. We had snacks in the room for breakfast then waited for the pool to open.
It was lots more fun to swim that morning. There were no other people, I like things best that way. We soaked in the hot tub and made laps down the slide. Checkout time loomed though and we had more plans for the day so eventually we had to drag them away.
It was time for our brunch where the kids all refused whatever we had gotten them and only wanted what the other kids had. Finally after lots of switching around everybody had something they were willing to eat. We stuffed ourselves then went shopping.
The mall was packed. It made me so glad that we don’t live in town and have to put up with these things regularly. We fought our way through and I was glad to have a friend there for moral support as we shopped for other forms of support and I got my early Christmas present. So glad to have that support and to have that over with, hopefully for another decade or so 😉
with everyone nearly burnt out on the whole vacation thing and very ready for a rest we went to dinosaur hill. Although dragging and showing some definite signs of a new sickness we trekked up the hill and had one last hurrah as the kids climbed and ran about. I’m always scared we will lose one off the side but it didn’t happen this time. Maybe next. The Goblin Child was done. She stomped back down the hill ahead of us refusing to speak.
By the time we got home 8 was well rested, feeling better, and rearing to go. She was very clearly sick, exhausted, and refusing any medication. She ended up sleeping on the couch for the night with her loving father. Her voice was hoarse as she croaked out requests and she was coughing horribly. She seems to be better this afternoon but does so enjoy the drama of a good sick.
The Goblin Child, 8, and I went with their adoring father down to Kearney. For Work. Work for him, fun for us. We got up bright and early and started our drive. We ate breakfast at Taco Johns in Alliance, who knew their breakfast food actually tasted good? Then lunch at Runza in Broken Bow, nothing wrong with planning trip around food! And made it to Kearney in time for his first meeting. He went off to work and we went off to the pool. We got done swimming, he got done working and we went to find food. Valintino’s!!
The next day we woke up late already for his first meeting. Ooops. I ran downstairs to bring breakfast up for the kids while he rushed to get ready. He went off to meetings and we swam. Back to the room we rushed to get cleaned up and out of their before checkout time. Then we explored. Kearney has some great bike trails. A really good Tractor Supply and a Runza. Guess where we ate when we picked him up for lunch 😉
After lunch we went to see the sights. I found Fort Kearney when I looked up things to do. It was deserted and wonderful. There are none of the buildings still standing like Fort Robinson, but there is a rebuilt fort building. It is old and rickety, covered in moss and starting to deteriorate although it is not historically old only perhaps what is kindly called vintage. The kids ran and played and climbed trees. It reminded me of playing in Nebraska City as a kid running around Arbor State Historical Park. Lots of room to run and trees to play in, no need for toys or an official playground, nature provided.
It was cold though so we finally called it quits. Further down the road was river access and real playgrounds but they were cold and tired and didn’t want to get out again. So we, easily, found the archway. It was only visible over the interstate from everywhere we went.
Outside, in the parking lot, was a huge maze. We really didn’t need to go in, this was entertainment enough. Still cold though, so we ran through a few times then headed for the building. First we found some statues that diverted us for awhile. Finally making it to the door, it was amazing. Well worth the propaganda and fuss made about it. The kids were terrified, they clung to my legs all the way through and we didn’t get to read much of the stories. It was still impressive, I could have spent much more time there.
Once through we went back outside to explore and ended up back on the bike trail we had walked on before lunch. About then we got the call wondering where we were? Were we almost back to pick him up yet? We weren’t. After finally getting back to pick him up we started the long tired drive home. We had a great time, not so sure about him. We got to play, he had to sit through conferences both boring and interesting. We decided he should attend as many more as he can, as long as he chooses ones in interesting places. like, you know, Kearney 🙂
Happy Halloween ’17
We are getting all the required fall things done. We got snowed on. Just a skiff that was melted by noon. (it snowed again last night, that snow hasn’t melted yet)
The Goblin Child’s class visited the pumpkin patch. They played and climbed and painted pumpkins. Of course we all went with.
The corn harvest is nearly done. It was short this year only two partial pivots.
We had our pumpkin carving party. It was just as much fun as usual. Then we had fun decorating with ours. Then Rusty ate them.
The Goblin Child went to her first haunted house. I had told her many times about how going to a haunted house in Omaha with my dad was my favorite thing growing up. She asked a few times when she was going to get to go so I was thrilled when I saw there was going to be one nearby. We went for the early lights on tour,so technically 8 went through his first too! She loved it so much she wanted to go through again. Her father and I went through by ourselves half date half making sure it would be ok. We thought it was so she went through with Whitten and his parents. They held hands and led the way through. She still loved it. That’s my girl!
There was a scarecrow competition in town. Everybody made really great scarecrows and it was nice to see most of the town participating in a just for fun, fall spirit event.
And, saving the best for last, we have been practicing our bareback riding! Getting ready for those cold winter rides and practicing good riding skills. There’s no better way to learn!
Ready For Halloween
The decorations have been up for awhile now. The pumpkins are out and decorated, I need to write about the pumpkin carving party. Now the costumes are finished. We did a costume check yesterday since it was supposed to be our last nice day for awhile. I am madly in love with The Goblin Child’s Costume, until now her pirate costume was my favorite but I think this one may have taken it’s place. 8’s costume is adorable too, it didn’t get the time and attention of T.G.C.’s and we didn’t go all out, his face will be painted white when we go for real. Today it is cold and raining out, glad we got the pictures done yesterday.