Seeing as it is supposed to snow this week and I particularly dislike wintry weather, I thought I would share some things that I am grateful for as well as some photos from when we went pumpkin picking a few weeks back. Yes, this is me clinging to fall as I never thought I could. So to start, I am thankful for….my health, for yoga, for a healing body and a brain that won’t let lupus slow me down.For cousins and family that have made my boys’ lives richer.For this kid, who never ceases to impress me with his kind heart and desire to succeed.For this kid, who would give you the shirt off his back. (He expects it back though ’cause it’s his favorite creeper shirt and he might possibly be charging you interest on it. But those are the breaks.)For this kid, who makes me laugh and brings such joy to my life. He brought me patience and a freaky zen calm thing I never had before. You know actually, everyone should be grateful for this. hehe.And of course, I am utterly grateful for this man, who supports my every dream, whim, and desire. He’s my rock.
Last but not least, I am grateful for the space that is this blog. It’s like a lovely art gallery where I can share the images that filter through my invisible camera. People stop in, wander around, have a nice chat, and then go home. Thank you for stopping in. I truly appreciate it. Feel free to pop back in anytime you like. The door is always open.
We had parked our car outside of our friends home. Tommy and Jodi’s lawn, always well kept and immaculate, was no exception on this beautiful November afternoon. We parked a bit away from the curb as I didn’t want to disturb the enormous leaf pile covering a sizable piece of street in front of their house. Tommy, who has always been fastidious with his house, his cooking, and of course, his lawn and garden would surely be upset if his leaf pile was mussed.
After a lovely lunch and some indoor play with the girls (Finn LOVES playing with the girls. A house full of pink kitchens, feathers, costume jewelry, and stuffed animals piled high is a virtual Disneyland for him! Our boy house isn’t so….sparkly! Lol) we escaped outside for some slightly chilly but wonderful outdoor fun. I requested that we play out in front of their house where the light was better and that’s when I saw it…the leaf pile. It started innocently enough, with only the few leaves brave enough to stay on Tommy’s lawn. We danced and twirled and threw a few leaves up in the air. I asked Jodi if it would be ok to use a few of the leaves from the curb. Ya know, to sprinkle on the girls as they twirled! Fall twirling deserves leaves floating in the air. She agreed and the floodgates were opened! The girls saw their opportunity and each grabbed handfuls of leaves and threw them in the air. Over and over and over. Soon enough the front lawn was completely littered with leaves and the air was filled with giggles and sighs that only the magic that fall leaves can bring. Even Tommy couldn’t be mad at us when he saw the fun his girls were having. I promised the photos would be beautiful and oh, they are. And a delightful outtake from our excursion: Tommy has a garage replete with manly tools and a menagerie of axes. Vader gave one on for size and the resulting photo was born. Did I mention that I love that beard? Big thanks to Tommy & Jodi for letting me wreck their lawn, for feeding us the most exquisite handmade pizzas, and for being our friends. We love ‘em!
Hello there friend! I can scarcely believe that it is fall, never mind blustery November. Well, it’s blustery here in Northeast PA. I used an ice scraper on my windshield on Friday for pete’s sake! but I digress. It’s good to be back here, I’ve honestly missed you all! I had several titles picked out for this post. “Hiatus” was an obvious one. “In which she becomes High Expectations Asian Father” was another. I really liked “The Care and Feeding of Nerds” but I’m actually going to save that for a future post. AFK seemed most appropriate given my actual circumstances.
So, this September Liam decided he wanted to go to private school. After 2 years of homeschooling and 5 years of alternative Earth based education, he said he wanted to attend a brick and mortar school that would be a true challenge for him. We fully supported his decision and enrolled him. Tim and I are really go with the flow kind of people. (Tim’s way more mellow than I am, hence why he’s stay-at-home super dad and I’m the slave to the grind.) So years ago when we talked about homeschooling, our kids wanted it, we researched it, talked about it, and then supported their free-range education. We were dedicated to the cause. The exact same was true for Liam’s decision this year. We fully embraced the move and his decision to move towards a more challenging but traditional classroom. It’s been a learning process. The acclimation from free form ‘roll out of bed at 10 am’ home school kid to strict regimented private school was a bit of an adjustment for both him and us. Pick up/drop off schedules, uniforms, dances, and an array of daily assignments, tests, and quizzes have kept us on our toes. (Not to mention keeping this mama away from her computer or her yoga mat.) One semester into the school year and I’m proud to say he’s doing really well. It’s actually kind of validating to see him doing so well. As parents we make choices that we’re never quite sure is the absolute right decision for our kids. It took a leap of faith for us with homeschooling and now once again, with private school. It feels good to know that listening to my son and his desires for his education are proving to be good choices for him.
Since every post must include photos (that’s a myinvisiblecamera rule that shan’t ever be broken) here are some of Liam pre-homecoming dance. FYI, He’s F-L-Y. (for those who can’t spell he’s a pretty swell guy)
A few weeks ago a beautiful Cthulhu pie photo starting circulating on some nerdy type message boards. I was immediately drawn into this masterpiece. Knowing that Miss Kitty adores Cthulhu, I asked Marko if she would like a pie such as this one for her birthday. He replied something along the lines of “Do unicorns poop rainbows?” Clearly I had to make her this pie. I had never made a pie before so I set off in search of a pie recipe. Because not only did I want it to look amazing but I wanted it to taste magically delicious too. I looked around and adapted this one. (And by adapt I mean I left off the part where she asks you to dollop butter all over the place. Butter responsibly, ya’ll.) It is incredibly easy. You’ll need almost 2 lbs of berries, 1 cup of sugar, 3 tablespoons of corn starch, 1 teaspoon of lemon juice, and half a teaspoon of lemon zest. I like my lemon zest even though it’s a crap ton of work for such little result. (Seamus thought that someone should really go into business zesting lemons. I suggested elves who didn’t want to work for cobblers or Old Man Keebler.) Take your blackberries and put them into a large bowl. Be quick though. Beautiful blackberries have a way of being knicked by cute little hands. Add the 5 ingredients above and with your hands gently roll them about in the mixture to ensure even coating. While you let that sit for a bit, you can roll out your pie crust into the bottom of your pie pan. I ain’t even gonna lie, I used ready to go pie crusts from the supermarket. (You’ll need 2 for this pie.) My focus was ensuring the Cthulhu pie was amazing. And since this was my first foray into pie making I didn’t want that to be overshadowed by a gross crust. I digress. Place your sugar/berry mixture into your piecrust. You are now ready for the fun part: creating cthulhu!!First you’ll cut thin little leg slices from your other pie crust. I cut one side straight and one side with a little wavy edge to give it a tentacle appearance. Don’t be concerned with just 8 legs, HP Lovecraft wasn’t. Feel free to add some poetic license. It’s a pie for pete’s sake! I went in and pressed my finger along the edge of the legs to make them even curvier to mimic tentacles.It’s slightly important to anchor all the tentacle legs together in the center towards the back on a good sized pile of berries. This mound will be important later as it will create the volume for the head.Next cut a piece for the head. It doesn’t have to be perfect as his head is kind of bulbous but do make sure that you make his mouth with the signature looking Cthulhu mouth. It’s almost beak looking. The interwebz is full of inspiration images if you need it as a reference.Next cut two almond shaped pieces out of crust and cut a slit down the center. These are absolutely crucial for the eyes. Place the berries on the head and cover them with the almond shape. This part is just like sculpting. Build up the eyes with little pieces of crust as you deem necessary. Remember the windows are the eyes to the soul and Cthulhu’s is creepy. Make the eyes expressive by making the lids heavy and creased. I played with the eyes until they were just right. Place your pie on a cookie sheet in a 400 degree oven for about an hour or until the filling is bubbling and hot. Cthulhu will settle into the berries and will look as though he coming out of the depths of his blackberry slumber to conquer the world. Or to give you birthday kisses. I’m not one to define relationships. I was so delighted with the end result and I hope you are too. It was a hit at Kitty’s party, not a speck was left. A good sign for my first pie.
(Shout out to Sandy Yoo, the artist who’s amazing Cthulhu pie was the inspiration for my own. Amazing!)
For Kitty’s birthday we surprised her with some bouldering at a local climbing gym. She was completely shocked, it was kinda adorable. Who would’ve guessed that a bunch of ex-derby addicts would’ve taken to an adrenaline filled day of climbing structures without being tied to anything? (I’m already stalking some climbing gear on eBay.) We all took turns spotting each other. Cam was actually more interested in rock JUMPING than rock CLIMBING. Some of us were fearless. Some of us were okay until we got particularly high up.That’s my son for sure. lol. No, seriously. He was so incredibly brave. Seamus made me proud with all his effort.The gym was pretty awesome. They had this rock face which was essentially like climbing horizontally. Did I mention that Jeannine is incredible? She just had a baby! and I’m pretty sure she’s part bat. I look like a baby giraffe.Marko took this beautiful photo as a consolation for not being able to hang upside down like a bat. I felt better instantly.After our arms began to grow wobbly and we had our fill of climbing, we headed back to Jeannine’s house for a lovely birthday dinner. Words cannot express the beautiful time we had. These photos can sure try though.(as a foot note: I made this cthulhu pie for Kitty. I based it on a pie I saw on BoingBoing. I will be posting a tutorial on Thursday for it. It was delicious!)
Each year around this same time summer begins to wind down and I find myself wistfully and purposefully dragging my feet in defiance of fall. I love fall, don’t get me wrong—sweaters, crisp morning air, pumpkin picking, you know the whole shebang—I sincerely think it’s brilliant, but summer is really my season and I really hate to see it go. One of the things that we do at the end of summer as a bit of a last hurrah and a last ditch effort to cling to our summer is attend the New York Renaissance Faire in Tuxedo, NY. I’ve attended the faire since I was Liam’s age and we continue the family tradition with our children now. It’s especially lovely when we bring good friends. We’re bit of ren faire converters: we delight in bringing non faire folk into the fold. They drink the ale, they eat a giant turkey leg, they shout out “Huzzah!” a few times, then they see just how fun it is, and inevitably they join us again the following year. We’re working on recruiting our own fiefdom.
Kitty and Marko are officially part of the Ren Faire crew. I’ve missed Kitty so much as she’s been in New Orleans for the last month working in a Tech Accelerator Program aka “Got her mind on her money and her money on her mind.” It was beautiful to be around her. There was an exorbitant amount of squeeing and hugging. Damn, I love that girl! Probably as much as Finn loves Marko. Here he can be seen sporting Marko’s hat. He could scarcely see out from under it. That didn’t stop him.The beards reunited and the world was in alignment again.Finn was initially scared by a fierce viking but like most of the players at the ren faire, he was super nice and took off his giant hat and let Finn touch it. There was high-fiving afterwards and much rejoicing. Huzzah! We then celebrated with a pickle. If you’ve never been to the ren faire it’s good to know that your day will revolve around really good food and fun shows/activities. Schedule for the day: pickles followed by knife throwing. Blooming onions followed by axe throwing. Turkey legs followed by juggling chainsaws and explosives. That’s your day, you’re welcome.Did I mention my eldest is a star throwing champion? Oh, it’s probably because he’s overshadowed by his Test of Strength Champion brother and father. (FYI they give a sticker to everyone. No actual skillz required. That’s right, I added a ‘z.’ It’s serious.)If you find that the Ren Faire is filled with too much strength and manliness, there is always Ye Old Kissing Bridge. The bridge is a beautiful little spot to get a little peck from someone you love. I purposefully walk across that bridge every chance I get. My boys LOVE that. Kitty and Marko didn’t mind at all.There are a few shows that we adore going to each year–the Washing Women, the Dad and son Knife throwers–but there are two that really have our hearts. One of them is Arsene Dupin, the amazing magician. Words cannot express just how funny he is. No really, he doesn’t say one word the entire show. He’s not a creepy mime, he’s just hilarious. And then the other must see is Dextre Tripp. Dextre Tripp is an all around entertainer. His thrill show is filled with juggling, explosives, juggling chainsaws, water balloons…need I say more? The best part about it all is that he genuinely is a great guy. As our time at the faire was coming to a close, we did one final lap by his stage to see if we could buy one of his shirts and he happened to be there. Not only did he chat with us all but he signed t-shirts for the boys. It put an amazing finish on a pretty already stellar day. As an aside, I don’t have a ton of photos of Dextre because I feared for the safety of my camera when I was told the splash zone was the first 5 rows! lol. Overall, the Ren Faire is what you make of it. Some people like to get dressed up, while some just like to admire all the beautiful craftsmanship that people put into their costumes. It’s all up to you. I personally love to spend the Ren Faire with good people, laughing, and holding onto the end of summer for as long as I possibly can.
Our friends, Jeannine and Chris, were absolutely so lovely to share one of their favorite places with us a few weeks ago. We had never been to the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art before (or MASS MoCA, as it is affectionately dubbed) and were so very delighted they invited us from the moment we step foot into the building. Having seen reincarnations as a saw mill, a textile factory, an electric company, and now a museum, the gorgeous industrial space has such an expansive sprawling feel, it just feels right to slowly meander from room to room. We wondered what every next turn would hold. There were so many beautiful exhibits to see. Photos posted here were just some of our favorites. It was really intriguing to see Jeannine and Chris, who are both artists, interact with their son around the exhibits. Personally, Vader and I talk about art on a daily basis. Not in a ridiculous high brow kind of way, but Finn is a painting machine (or Monster depending on who you talk to) and we like to talk to him about shape and color and brushes and you know, just basic art stuffs. Just trying to build his foundation!Children are so curious, I adore standing in front of a beautiful piece of art with my kids and then saying “How do you think they did that?” and then listen to their little wheels turn. They always come up with the most brilliant answers! It’s always so beautiful to see other parents who love and share art with their kids in a way that’s meaningful to them. We spent a good long while talking about all the textures on the piece below. We wished we could touch it.One of the highlights of our trip was the Octagon Room by Mark Dion, which felt like a mini museum inside the museum. An ecclecticly curated treasure trove of books, trinkets, and ephemera, I felt like I was in a Wes Andersen movie. Possibly everyone’s favorite exhibit was Xu Bing: Phoenix. Just the sheer scale of the Phoenix makes it something to behold. Finn and I laid on the ground underneath it, with lovely soft light flooding through the tall windows and looked at it from a new perspective. It was beautiful to have that moment with him. I will never forget that.Not to be forgotten either: new baby skin,running under art with reckless abandon, Finn and Vader discussing art, and my baby boy, Liam, really not a baby anymore. It was a beautiful day. Museums are some of our family’s most favorite and sacred places. They hold a special place in our hearts. Do you have a favorite museum you like to share with others? How do you talk to your children about art? I would love to know!
This picture is what happens when you’re busy getting ready for an early morning road trip with 3 kids. A little watercolor action turns into full blown PAINT MONSTER. Bwahahahah! He actually called himself that. So in an homage to all the trials and tribulations that can arise on the road, I’ve come up with our tried and true tips for surviving–and enjoying–a good old fashioned road trip.
As most parents can tell you, the time spent driving during a road trip can either be a relaxing fun adventure or can quickly unravel to a nightmarish ride of gloom depending on your family’s approach to travel. As seasoned road trekkers Vader and I discovered that with a tiny bit of preparation we could (almost) entirely steer clear of dreadful long trips and bring on the magic.
Silent now, talk later. Talking about things that all the members of your family actually find interesting is sometimes challenging, never mind for 18 hours straight. For this reason we subscribe and listen to some interesting podcasts. We love WNYC’s Radiolab show. The geeky world of wonder radio show always manages to captivate my whole family–from Daddycakes, teenager and right on down to tiny toddler–and sparks engaging conversations afterwards. My kids swear Radiolab episodes make time go faster. We stockpile podcasts away for months and then listen to them on our road treks.
Start family travel traditions. “50 States before I graduate from high school,” stated Liam during one of our road trips. It was an ambitious goal but it was so exciting to see his love of our road trip develop into a new family tradition. They don’t all have to be lofty either. They can range from the simple (a unique refrigerator magnet from every spot you visit), to the completely sublime (a family photo at sunset during each trip). Having these little “road goals” give everyone a purpose in between home and the final destination. Soon your kids will be just as excited to reach the next pit stop as they are to get to Disney.
Understand the different needs of everyone in your car and plan accordingly. Seamus’ Asperger’s sometimes makes sensory overload a problem for him. Popping in ear buds and listening to his own handpicked book gives him the personal space he needs while still sharing our physical space. There are a lot of great retailers for audiobooks but be sure to check out your public libraries. Many now carry audiobooks as well as books for eReaders.
Make room for the magic, at home. I’m a bit of a magpie in that I’ve always loved saving ticket stubs, sea shells, and other assorted mementos from our travel excursions. 3 years ago we started the family tradition of putting all the little hodge podge and ephemera from our vacation into a glass jar at the end of the week, labeling it with the place and date, and showcasing it on our mantel. The boys decide what goes in and during the vacation they bring me little pieces of treasure—a handful of sand from a beach we camped at, a heart-shaped rock chosen with chubby toddler hands , a scorecard from a heated mini golf game—and are safely stored away. Months and years later they love taking down the jars and peering inside. It almost always brings up delighted “Do you remember when…?” talk quickly followed by “Where are we going on vacation next?” discussion. That part is truly magical.
Safe travels to you, my friends, as you all try to soak up the last little bit of summer this weekend.
I am so very excited today to introduce, Archived, a new ongoing feature here on My Invisible Camera. Years ago when I was oh so young and pregnant with Liam, I joined La Leche League, a breastfeeding support group, to help answer any new mama questions that I might have. A friend of mine shared a concept with us and it has stuck with me to this day. She explained that years ago families lived close to each other, often in the same town or even the same house. Mamas, grandmothers, aunts, cousins, sisters, all living, breathing, and sharing stories together every day. We had a shared history that was passed down and a part of our culture. As time has passed, families have moved farther away from each other, to new houses, new cities, and with that distance, we have lost that intimate connection to our shared history. That resonated with me so deeply. I’ve always love hearing stories from not just my mother and grandmother, but have always been drawn to uniquely personal stories filled with courage, sheer beauty, or triumph. So, it is in that spirit, of stories and the wondrous storytellers who share them, that this feature begins to share and record the stories.Our very first story comes from my friend, Dina, or as I know her, Carmen. Carm and I met when I joined a roller derby team that she skated for. She became the Captain of my team and is possibly the best roller girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of skating with. I was always so impressed by how driven and focused she was. Roller derby, being a culture steeped in hard work, surreal commitment, and talent, attracts a truly brilliant and diverse group of women to its ranks. Carmen Monoxide is one of those women. Last month I followed a link to her new documentary blog and was awed at her story. I think she’s incredibly courageous and I am honored that she let me interview her for this blog. 1. Tell me a little about your filmmaking.
I received my undergraduate degree in Television, Radio and Film from Syracuse University, and then went on to graduate film school at Columbia University. I lived in NYC for about eight years, working mostly in television post-production. A few years ago, I realized there was an unfulfilled aspect to my career and that I wanted to do something more meaningful and helpful to others, so I made the transition into academia (while still working on my personal film projects) and now teach film, video and screenwriting at Stevenson University in Baltimore, MD.
2. Tell me what made you want to make this documentary.
I remember having social anxiety as far back as 3rd or 4th grade. I tell a story in the film about my pencil breaking during a test, and how rather than getting up and crossing the classroom to sharpen my pencil, I finished the test with the tiny stub of lead in my finger, because I was terrified to cross the classroom. I started having panic attacks in college, and then my anxiety became full-blown in graduate school, where I was faced with an enormous amount of pressure to succeed as a filmmaker. From there, I went through a period of heavy psychotropic medication use, as well as drug abuse and recovery, and have been learning how to manage and deal with my anxiety on a much more positive and holistic level ever since.
A few years ago, my husband Gary and I began talking about having a child. We were approaching the “now or never” point (in terms of age), and realized that it couldn’t just be a “happy accident”, because the medication I was taking at the time could potentially cause harm to a baby. Being an OCD, control-freak planner (!), I began researching my options (which I saw as three things: wean off medication and risk not feeling well, stay on medication and risk harming the baby, or not have a biological child at all), planning consultation appointments with therapists, psychiatrists and high-risk OB-GYNs, and studying my calendar to make sure everything lined up with my work schedule, etc. Along the way, I discovered that there was a lot of scattered and conflicting information, and no clearly defined path or source of information for myself or other women dealing with these issues. I felt that making a documentary film that not only followed me on my journey, but also highlighted the experiences of other women, would be the best way to consolidate what I was learning and communicate it to others.
3. So far, how has motherhood/pregnancy changed your outlook on things?
The best personal decision for me was weaning off my medication, and I’ve been grateful and surprised that, at 6 months pregnant, I feel better than ever (certainly better than when I was taking medication). Of course, as an anxious person, there is always the thought in the back of my head that the other shoe will drop eventually, and that there will be a point where my anxiety becomes overwhelming again, but I try to remain positive and just take it a day at a time. Mental illness is a very self-centered disease; you’re constantly in your head, thinking or worrying about yourself and what’s happening to or around you, and I’m really looking forward to having a child to concentrate on, to take some of that self-centeredness away from me. I also find myself being less of a perfectionist, and kinder with myself in terms of work and accomplishments. I’m obsessive, a workaholic and extremely ambitious, which has often been detrimental to my mental and physical state, and I feel like I’m doing a good job of allowing myself to take a break and focus on the basics, like eating and sleeping well, and being as healthy and calm as I possibly can for my baby. Society leads women to believe that they need to sacrifice their career for family (or vice versa), but I’m feeling pretty confident that I can handle both. For me, the key to feeling well is all about balance, and I think that adding a family dynamic to my life will only help to balance things out even more.4. What is the one thing you really hope people could come away with after seeing your film?
I’m making the film to raise awareness and hopefully provide some guidance and useful information for other women and their families. I’m hoping that people walk away with a new found sensitivity to what women might be going through, especially since mental illness and reproductive issues are two topics people are very hesitant to talk about publicly.I would also like other women to know they are not alone – there are many of us going through this, and there is help out there. I can’t tell you how many people have contacted me with their personal stories, or stories of others close to them who are dealing with the same issue. Stigma and silence only hinder the process, and the more support from doctors, families and loved ones a woman has, the greater chance of a positive experience and outcome she’ll have.
**I’d like to thank Dina for sharing her story with us. Please support her as she creates this compelling film. You can help share her story by visiting and liking her Facebook page, visiting her blog, or signing up for her newsletter. She will be launching a Kickstarter campaign shortly and I will be sure to let you know then how you can help then.
Special thanks to Stephen Hendee (Dina’s infrared photo/top), Chris Chin (Carmen Monoxide jams-Gotham Girls), Brandi Grooms (wedding photo), and Brian Brooks (Women and Meds film stills) for their photographs.
This post is going to be all about honesty. Sometimes bloggers have a tendency to show you only the wonderful and visually compelling parts of their lives. This isn’t that kind of post, oh no. You’re going to get full on, unadulterated honesty. You get this because I think tiramisu calls for it. No, in fact, tiramisu deserves it. This whole story starts with Giada. The Italian chef, adored by millions, posted her tiramisu recipe online and made me believe I could make it at home. What the recipe doesn’t tell you is that Giada can hold her liquor. If you follow her recipe to the letter and add the amount of rum she calls for, your tiramisu is going to be boozy. That’s right, I said boozy. It also doesn’t have a disclaimer that says “DO not attempt to make this and bring it to your sister-in-law’s house where there will be lots of children present because inevitably you will get them all drunk and your brother-in-law might accuse you of being heavy-handed rum-swilling baker/hobo/pirate.” Thanks, Giada. For Nothing. Giada’s recipe also calls for espresso. What I’m sure she didn’t count on was that I don’t own an espresso machine or that I would buy a vat of espresso from my local Starbucks to add to my tiramisu concoction. My husband was very sweet to say that my dessert needed “some fine-tuning.” I’ll be honest that when my tiramisu did not “go as planned” I was a bit disappointed. It looked so easy online. After a bit of brainstorming, I got right back on the proverbial tiramisu saddle. (Yum! I actually believe that My Little Ponies come with these. Seamus just shared that your pants would be wet and you would smell like rum if you used one. This kid is the most honest person I know.) After cutting back on the rum and replacing the espresso with just some strong coffee, the result was delicious. Here are a few pictures of my tiramisu making process and in the fresh-faced spirit of honesty they include baby hands that magically appear in frame when I’m shooting post photos and crayon marks on my table. Stay true, my friends. (You can find Giada’s recipe here. It actually is very easy since it does not require any cooking and a few ingredients. Amend it at your own risk.)
August has been remarkably lovely so far. The weather has been unseasonably cool–sunshine filled mornings with short bursts of rain showers–almost reminding me of spring Florida weather. It’s this kind of weather, the beautiful unpredictable kind, the “keep your umbrella close and your wellies in the car” kind, that sometimes can be a challenge with kids. No sooner than you arrive to the park, do you have to pack it all up due to flash floods and lighting. It got me thinking of the fun we had when my brother was here from California and how we experienced similar weather. We were not going to let a summer lightning storm ruin an awesome day of fun. Roll that beautiful rainy day fun footage!!We started with a round of mini golf. I’m sure other mamas can relate that sometimes you gotta go with the flow. Sometimes you have to golf one-handed and still be awesome. It’s a mama-skill.About five holes in ominous dark rain clouds started rolling in. Let me take a moment here to say that my family is a bit competitive. Take note that I say “my family” is competitive; I am content to eat ice cream and take photographs from the sidelines. That being said Finny, my mom, and I sought safety inside at this point. More, ahem, competitive people continued to golf until actual lightning made the facility shut down the golf course. Crazy people really, but I digress.
The arcade was filled with fun for everyone. Laser tag and road rally games for boys, air hockey for Uncle Elliot and Auntie Erin, and enough lights, sounds, and tickets to keep little Finny thoroughly amazed. Seriously, we all took turns just following him around. Little man wanted to see/touch/jam on every.single. game. He slept like a champ that night. Come to think about it, so did I. The photograph at the very bottom should be all the explanation you need. ***Lots of love to Erin for taking my Dance, Dance, Revolution photo. I used these exact words when asking her to take my pic “When I’m in my groove, take my pic.” She was left waiting for “my groove” to show itself and took this picture when it never arrived. lol.
These are some of our best friends, Chris and Jeannine. They make pretty cute babies. Cute babies that smell sweet. We recently spent a weekend together and I had the pleasure of holding said cute and sweet-smelling baby. Oh, that new baby smell!! I know Helen of Troy supposedly had a face to launch a thousand ships but she didn’t have anything on that new baby smell. It’s magic.