I survived a day with my kids!

Sounds ridiculous, I know, but today was the first day without my husband that I ventured out for errands with all five of the kids. On. my. own!

Since the new addition a month ago, I have been dreading this day. It wasn’t all that bad, but it was something to write about. (hence this post)

We started out getting everyone breakfast and then dressed, hair fixed, shoes on, buckled in and ready to go by 10am. First stop was the post office which is really not worth mentioning because luckily, Darryl was able to meet us there and sit with the kids while I waited on the long line for a handful of stamps. We went our separate ways. Him to drive to south Jersey and us to the library.

While the girls poked around and pulled books of the shelves, I sat and stamped our birth announcements. We are relatively behaved and quiet. I didn’t feel stressed at all walking out of there as I have in the past for fear of disturbing patrons and clerks and librarians. I was confident walking out that no one looked at me with THOSE eyes of a tumultuous mother of a million kids running rampant in public. Library: success!

Next we attempted to go to a local park but everything was wet. We walked through and saw the dampness and walked right back out. Park: circumstantial un-success.

I stopped for a quick visit to our car’s service center to get pricing on maintenance I know we are due for but with a family of our magnitude it takes planning to set up and coordinate alternate transport and timely service in the garage. That stop was a great success thanks to auto start. The cherubs relaxed in the car watching Pippi Longstocking in the a/c.

After a quick feeding and diaper change we went on to the grocery store. This is the toughest of the tasks for the day. Most mom’s won’t take one baby to the store let alone two. Me? I take all FIVE!

Just getting them in the store is a chore, what? with unbuckling everyone, strapping on the infant, letting the 5, 3, and almost 2-year-old use the potty. Getting the shopping cart and remembering my purse, coupons, diaper bag and shopping bags(we use our own reusable bags for the earth and for our pocket, I get 5 cents off per bag) Now in the store, we work on produce first which is the easy part because they’re just in the store and not really bored, hungry, tired or too fidgety, yet.

I move fast! As fast as my 3 year old’s feet can keep up, that is. I think we were in the store no more than 20 minutes with the lengthiest stay being at the check out.

We’ve trained them well to only ask for things we normally purchase and nobody wanders off without one of their sisters noticing and calling out their name in a panic. (heaven forbid we should leave someone in the frozen food aisle) Everyone wants to help load the belt at the check-out and the cashier knows us well and chit chats to make the experience a bit more fun for them. We make it out of the store under budget, we make it home in time for lunch and the 2 and 3-year-old girls have a splended 1 hour and 30 minute nap. A much-needed rest time for mom where I feed the baby and help lemon with her workbook while Juniper is off in the distance playing her sweet sounding violin…AAAAHHH I survived!

Barely! That was the short version. The edited version. The version without the trip to the second park where on the way people were fighting and mom was yelling subsequently leading to us leave that park wtihout playing. That was the version where I fed my 2-year-old potato chips the entire way home to keep her from falling asleep. The version without the part where my nipple leaked and I used my baby wrap to cover the wet spot on my shirt. The version where  the librarian made me log into the computer database fill out forms for my name address and credit card to pay a $5.60 fine for overdue books and the kids had to just stand there for 10 minutes with me bribing them with the park for good behavior, yep the park that was all wet and we didn’t get to play at. The version where the 2-year-old kept saying potty and I had her on the pot 3 times with no action. The part where my frustration crept up on me a few too many times. The version of the day that made me dread this day to begin with but

It’s a beautiful life; beautifully stressful, but…

 

I SURVIVED A DAY WITH MY KIDS (and so did they)

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For the Moms

In light of Ash’s 3rd birthday, I thought it appropriate to pay homage to my own 7 year anniversary of becoming a mama.

First, I have a confession. We were trying to make a baby and on the very first try we succeeded (he he). But when that test showed up positive, I didn’t feel how I expected to feel.

In fact, every step of the way was completely different from how I thought it would or should be. So to the new moms or expecting moms or any woman on the path to motherhood, DON’T TAKE ONE THING FOR GRANTED. Let all expectations fall by the way side and saddle up because it’s a good ride.
In these past 6+ years I have learned so much about myself and this world and life in general I could write a book but I’ll try to keep it short and sweet for this blog post 🙂

During pregnancy, I wasn’t excited. I didn’t love my baby the way some mothers say “I loved you from the moment I knew you were in there.” I didn’t feel connected, or attached. Every day was just like any other day. I wasn’t freaked out, too much. I did switch to an all organic diet, but I didn’t take my vitamins (bad mama).

I enjoyed my pregnancy and thankfully had no complications, ailments or complaints. NONE. In fact, the pregnancy was so wonderful Darryl and I vowed to have as many children possible before I turned 30. Well, I’ll be thirty-one in September and just birthed our FIFTH in June…mission accomplished.

After I had my baby, I didn’t feel the overwhelming Joy I was expecting. I loved my baby, I cared for her and (again)thankfully escaped the dreaded baby blues and post partum depression but it wasn’t until she picked up her little arm and reached out to touch mine with her little fingers that I really felt special. Her voluntary movement and touch gave me butterflies in my stomach, the kind you get when you’re a teenager in love. sigh. At that moment I realized she was a person. With feelings. With a choice. And she chose to touch my arm. I was flattered. I honestly didn’t feel like anything special or magical had happened to me until that moment. I realized I was somebody’s MOM.

 

From One to two…

 

So many moms (and dads) ask us about how easy(or difficult) it is to transition from one to two kids, or two to three, three to four; we always have the same answer: “Piece of cake!”

It’s difficult to comprehend because when you are building your nest for that first little baby-bird you are all consumed with nursery decor, whether to buy a bouncy seat or swing. Whew, there is an entire aisle of choices for high chairs, or which car seat is the safest and how many pediatricians to interview…. the answer to it all: “It doesn’t matter!!!!”

All of the above blunders that first-time new parents face are a blip on the radar once that sweet baby is resting in your arms. All the blood and gore of the delivery fades fast and all you can do is wonder how you could love someone THIS much having just met.

Then, the fantasy fades as fast as the blood and gore and the sleepless nights and countless diaper changes take hold and you don’t know what day it is or when the last time you yourself ate something or even used the bathroom. Aah the reality of parenthood, what a breath of fresh air!

In all seriousness now, for us, going from four to five (that’s right, five!) is no different from going from one to two. We did not flip our life inside out or upside down to accommodate our newborn. We fit her needs right in with our own and how we always lived our life. We incorporated her instead of resenting her. Some parents can get so overwhelmed with feeding times and diaper changes and gadgets and gizmos they forget to love their baby.Our philosophy is not to let the baby and all the stuff that inundates a new parent because of today’s consumerist social system overtake our home, life or relationships. We welcome the baby into our current routine and since it’s a baby, a clean slate, there is no adjustment for anyone, not us or our kids. The baby is just here with us doing what we normally do. (Yes, I breastfeed at the schoolroom or dinner table. In fact, I’m nursing while typing this post!)

It wasn’t always this way for us. We had all the gadgets and gizmos when our first came about but over the years we have paired down our packing list though. I remember when we first had Juniper and we went for an overnight. Just one night. Oh boy! We had a pack n play, a stroller, a portable high chair, a bouncing seat, a bug net, a  baby carrier, 4 sets of EXTRA clothes, towels and blankets, crib sheets, toys, Tylenol, a thermometer, Benadryl, baby food, diapers and wipes(enough to last us a month) our car was jam-packed and we only had one kid!! Now, with five, on an all day trip, no overnight, I have a few diapers, wipes, a baby carrier and my breasts. HAHA!!! and really all I need is my breasts.

So there it is, simple as pie!

A note on the resentment I was referring to earlier: Something else inquiring minds wish to know is “How the kids are with the new baby?” Well, they love her like Darryl and I do. There is no  jealousy, or hard feelings toward her. We treat them all according to their and our needs. Everyone is considered and considerate of others. I have a hard time talking to parents who tell me their 3-year-old hates their new baby. I might sound ignorant but there is something the parent has done to facilitate those ill feelings, be it keeping the older sibling away from the baby and idealizing the newborn. In the eyes of a 3-year-old this would seem demeaning to them and they might feel they are being tossed to the wayside; once the head honcho around the house, all that 3-year-old hears now is “No! Don’t play near the baby.” or “Shh! The baby is sleeping.” and “Mommy can’t play now I have to hold the baby.” The baby! the baby! the baby! {flashback to Jan Brady shouting “Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!”}

For children, they need continuity and stability to really feel the love and safety they so desperately require. When life changing events happen they need to know that THEIR world hasn’t changed too much. If a toddler slept in mom’s bed UNTIL baby came then gets kicked out and replaced by the baby, of course the older sibling will hate and resent the new baby!

Quick story about an encounter with my dad for Juniper’s first thanksgiving. She was 6 1/2 months and sitting on her Grandpa’s lap. She found his watch, ooh sparkly! She started to play with it on his wrist and he began to take it off. I asked him not to give it to her and he snarled at me, “Why not?!?!” I asked him “If she were 2 years old, would he being doing the same?” He sullenly replied, “No.” I then explained my theory about continuity and he understood. If you allow a baby to play with a watch, then when the baby grows up to be 2 or 3 and expects to play with the watch but you don’t allow it, the child now questions everything and has a severe sense of rejection. In their mind, won’t they think “I was allowed to play with it before? What changed?”

Just my hair brained theories but It makes sense to us and I believe helps our kids to have an emotional balance about their boundaries, their relationships, their EVERYthing. I don’t let them grow up too fast but don’t treat them like mindless fools. They are intelligent and worthy of respect from day one!

We welcome our new little one with love and try our best to give our kids everything that they need, which basically is LOVE!

Agree or disagree?? Tell me your story in the comments.

 

To run away? A child’s question

So, this parenting post is more of an observation than anything. I read a library book to the kids today about a character not feeling respected enough and wanting to go off on his own adventure, alone. He went.

As he was off on his adventure he encountered a bunch of dangerous and frightening experiences. After being lost, then chased by a predator he somehow found his way home where everyone was so excited to see him. They thought they’d “never see him again.” He was fine.

Then just a few minutes ago, the kids were watching a popular tv program where a character broke her mother’s necklace and decided to run away. She got lost and couldn’t find her way back. Her brothers found her and everything was alright in the end.

Now, here’s the problem, these stories and shows are giving our kids the message that when times are tough it’s a good idea to run away. Then it teaches them that if they do, it might be frightening but they will be okay and return home.

My concern is that this is not the case in real life. When kids run away, some end up dead or missing forever. God only knows their fate and it is very unsettling that these “lessons” are being taught.

As drastic as it might seem, would it be better for the show to set an example of one or two of these runaways having a not so happy ending?

I feel as young as they are, kids have a better understanding of life and the world when we show them the truth about it as early as possible.

What do you think?!?! Tell me in the comments, would you tell your child a “runaway” story where the kid doesn’t get to come home??

The Dreaded Question: Are you done?

The dreaded question: Are you done?

It could mean many things but people ask me wanting know whether I’m done having kids.

 

 

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!!

After all, it’s my life, my body, my wallet!

However, I am not rude or crass so I explain.(sigh)

I come from a fairly large family of 5. I am the youngest with 3 brothers and a sister. My siblings are all close in age being born in a span of 5 years and then I came along 3 years later.

My husband is an only child.

We both derive from a “broken” or divorced home.

When we first discussed the possibility of having children of our own we decided that our baby would not be raised alone. We didn’t foresee this many babies but for sure did not want just one.

After my pregnancy and about five minutes after delivery I knew I would have as many as I could…within reason.

We also discussed our age and what we wanted for ourselves. We didn’t want having kids to consume us. We wanted a life and relationship too. We wanted it all!

After kids grow up so many parents find themselves not knowing who they are besides “Jimmy’s mom and dad.” They find that they have lost themselves and each other. We didn’t want that. We also didn’t want our kids to have to miss having their parents at their graduation or wedding or watch their babies be born. We want to be there for them for as long as possible. So, we put an age cap on our child-bearing not a number cap.

“As many as I can before I’m 30”

Everyone rolled their eyes and told us we were crazy when they heard this. In fact much of the eye rolling was in disbelief because having kids was stressful and hard work. I guess it just comes naturally to us because here we are, baby # 5 on the way and I’ve turned 30.

Now, for the dilemma: My thirtieth birthday came and went and we were “done.” Somehow, by God’s grace and plan for us, we are expecting again. I will be 31 just 2 1/2 months after this baby is born.

Our family dynamic is largely based on our earlier philosophy that we would not have just one baby. When Juniper was born we said straight away we would try again immediately so she and her sibling would be as close as possible and they would always have each other. It worked! We conceived again when our first-born was just 4 months old. They are just shy of being Irish twins. I always say the best gift I could have ever given Juniper is Lemon 🙂

 

A year break from pregnancy and after losing some weight, we did it again. Another set of almost Irish twins in Ash and Oak. Again, they are the best of friends and will always have each other.

If you couldn't guess, I'm the baby!

If you couldn’t guess, I’m the baby!

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This where I get arguments, “but no matter their age, they will have each other” I disagree! My four siblings grew up together with the same memories, the same experiences, the same parents and they have a great connection because of it. Of course, no family is perfect and no sibling relationship can be compared to another but I can see it in my siblings. They relate differently to each other than they do to me and there is only a three-year gap between me and my sister. In “kid time” three years is a good span. She was three when I was born, she was walking talking using the potty. When she was six and learning to read write and go to school, I was walking talking and using the potty. When she was nine, spending time with her friends and doing things nine-year-olds do, I was reading writing and learning arithmetic. When she was fifteen talking on the phone to boys and painting her nails, I was (as embarrassing as it was) playing with Barbie dolls. So as much as three years doesn’t seem like a big difference now, back then, we weren’t that close. -She’ll argue me here- I followed her around and she put me down telling me how annoying I was…it’s what BIG sisters do.

 

For my little munchkins, that’s not how it is. Their personalities, however so different and their interests unique, they love spending time together and learn a lot from one another. They genuinely love and value each other’s company. When they are older, I don’t doubt this will change immensely, but I’m confident we are giving them a good basis for those memories and experiences that form a camaraderie between siblings.

So back to our current dilemma…are we done? Probably not, because we’ve been doing things by two’s around here and this baby in my belly will need a friend just like our other seedlings have each other. I try to be as fair as possible but not, because sometimes life isn’t fair, but in this instance I don’t want one baby to feel like an only child as I did.

So, agree, disagree? What is your family dynamic and why? Tell me in the comments, I’d love to know!!!

 

Featured image courtesy of Jenny Grant Digital Imaging

 

 

What’s the Maine idea?

What does a pig, a whale and a moose all have in common?

 Our trip to Maine!

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It started with a moose and ended with a pig but everything in between was riveting. We set out on a Sunday in an RV out on the open road, just the six of us. That’s right, we are a family of SIX! Dad, mom, five-year old, four-year old, two-year old and one year old. One Man and five women. Before you think it… we DO have our hands full and it IS a lot of weddings. Okay, now that that’s out-of-the-way; our RV is a class B motor home that sleeps 10 and the layout was perfect for our needs. With four beds in the back, bunk style, a queen up over the cockpit and a cafe table and couch that convert, we were able to leave the table and sofa usable while the kids slept we could still cook, talk, watch TV.

I know what you’re thinking: We are nuts! Who takes four small kids on a long trip in an RV?!? We do. For argument’s sake, it’s not easy and requires planning and a special “traveling with small child” attitude that took my husband a few days to grasp and a few more to master and by then we were home again. He didn’t agree completely to the idea stating that “they are too young.” Resistant and wanting to be accommodating to me he went and is worse for the wear.

WHY MAINE?

WHy Maine

Miss Rumphius, a book written by Barbara Cooney, is about a young girl aspiring to lead a life like her grandfather; she wishes to travel, come home to live by the sea, and the third thing he instills in her is to make the world more beautiful. As she accomplishes her dreams, this children’s book follows her to faraway places and back home to live by the sea, and when she realizes she still needs to fulfill the most important of her desires, she stumbles upon a brilliant idea of lining the Maine coast with lupines and becomes known as the Lupine Lady. This beautiful story is my favorite to read to my kids because before reading it, I too wished to travel to faraway places and live by the sea but my most important and steadfast dream has always been to make this world more beautiful.

Inspired by Miss Rumphius; I began researching Maine a little and what it has to offer. I found a plethora of information on a popular website that if you search the internet “visit Maine” I’m sure you will find the same one. The problem is that I plan this trip to explore exciting and fun nature-loving activities like moose watching (everybody was really looking forward to this one) and then we are on our way up there, a 400 mile 7 hour ride, only to find the advertised website and amenities are another 4 hours further into Maine than they were supposed to be, it was disappointing. The website divides Maine into several regions and you can search amenities by region and then city, which was convenient. I found campgrounds museums and excursions, one of which included moose watching. When I called the phone number to make our reservation I reached a web hosting company that managed the website of the company that ran the tours. After the run around, I finally got through to find out they do not in fact offer moose watching however, their sister location another 4 hours northwest does, did we want to book with them? HA! Dream of moose watching on this trip crushed. We only have until Friday to return our rented RV and the purpose of this trip is to explore the coast, just like in Miss Rumphius.

The only moose we saw on this trip :(

The only moose we saw on this trip.

 

WHY RV?

Ah, the renting of an RV. Three of the keys to traveling with any small child is bathroom breaks, snacks, and busy fun.

The layout

The layout

An RV affords these three essentials easily while maintaining steady pace traveling to the destination. I’ve heard stories where it takes a family SIX hours just to leave their state which should only be about one hour because of the catastrophes of being ready for the trip. The bathroom is on board in a RV so there is no searching or getting lost trying to find one. The bathroom is a big one for me, I’m a kind of mysophobe when it comes to public restrooms. We know who has used it and the last time it was clean, I don’t have to fumble with tissue to “make the nest” and the privacy of not listening to a stranger’s business and likewise is comforting. Snacks are more manageable in a full kitchen. We are not limited to what fits in the snack cooler and one to two kids cups and then have to restock. We had a refrigerator stocked with affordable normal sized packaging, not wastefully expensive travel packs and juice boxes. Keeping the kids happily busy is a key to their sanity and ours because if they don’t have something to do we become their something and typically the goal is being as obnoxious and needy as possible. My kids are far from perfect but they are well-behaved and sweet to the core so keeping them happy is easy. We buckled their car and booster seats at the cafe table. Snacks and coloring or games and toys were easy to manage riding down the road. We were even able to work on reading and math in their learning workbooks.

Aside from ease in traveling with small children, renting a RV opposed to other methods of travel poses some serious savings in your pocketbook.

First method of travel I’ll review is flying:

Our closest airport to Portland, ME charges $1,536.00 for four seats on an hour and a half flight. (our one and two-year old would be on our laps)

We would need to rent a car for the five days that we were there at $100.00 per day for a total of $500.00.

An average hotel room for 4 nights is $155.00 per night which totals $620.00.

Our meals would be from restaurants and take out or delivery menus. On average a family of six could eat breakfast at a local diner for around $40.00, lunch in a cafe $50.00 to $60.00 and dinner easily would be upwards of $80.00 a total of $180.00 per day. Eating out for the week would be about $900.00.

Not including souvenirs, activities, or incidentals, just getting, staying and eating comes out to $3556.00

Of course there are ways to decrease this budget by renting a smaller car, I priced out a minivan because our car seats and big family needs a lot of room. We could eat at McDonald’s everyday but we choose to live long not die young, and the cut-rate motel charges half of that comfy clean hotel but realistically I wouldn’t let my kids breathe the air in that fleabag of a hole in the wall.

Moving on.

Just to drive ourselves in our own car and stop along the way at hotels would be a much longer trip and expensive to boot.

Our van gets 19 mpg and would cost $217.00 in gas to travel a round trip of 1100 miles.

We would be wearing and tearing it up all the way there and back bringing in maintenance and repair costs that are immeasurable.

The quality of our trip would consist of waking our kiddos earlier than the sun to eat a cold breakfast and sit for hours and hours if we were to make it up to Maine before dark. A seven hour ride on a one and two-year old is rough. It would be a lot of tears and complaints.

The hotel and meal costs would be the same but rental car eliminated, the total for this scenario is $1,737.00 not included the added maintenance for our vehicle, which would likely include an oil change, tire rotation and an alignment or brake work, our van needs breaks every 1800 miles.

Sure, the price tag is appealing but it comes at a greater cost to our children. Riding in cars for hours is not fun, no matter the destination!

Another method of travel we considered was by train. This excited me because a new experience is an opportunity for learning! I’m not just referring to the kids; dad and mom would gain a lot from it too.

We would first have to make the two-hour car ride to NYC to board a 2:40am train at Penn Station traveling a little over five hours to Boston, then change trains to head up to Portland, ME on a two and a half hour ride arriving at 11:35am. Total travel time: nine hours thirty minutes.

The cost of this method would run $560.00.

Add in the rental car, hotel and meals and we are up to $2,580.00.

Taking a bus is of course an option however not practical for our family of six so I have opted out of pricing that one.

Now on to what our trip actually cost.

The rental fee for the RV totaled $1,575.00. We spent $325.00 for gas. Our food bill for the week was $135.00.

Totaling $2,035.00!

a note about food: when going on vacation we rush to finish the milk or suffer and cringe at throwing it out because we know it will be rancid by the time we come back. This trip, we took it all with us; milk, butter, eggs, cheese, jelly and mayo. From our fridge into the RV and back home with us.

We also were able to use all our own sheets towels cooking utensils and everything in between. downside: the laundry. Yes I had eight loads of laundry to do when I got home, but that’s not any different from a regular week I spend in my home.

The beauty in an RV is that it’s our method of travel,  hotel and restaurant(kind of) all balled in one.

PACKING PREPPING PLANNING

We packed enough clothes to not have to worry about doing laundry until we got home. We brought along a first aid kit and some busy work for the kids. Other than that we were left to the devices of the open road and spontaneously stopped along the way for food(other than what was in our fridge) at local markets and attractions.

We made arrangements for our pets early on and dropped them off on our way to pick up the RV.

This being our first RV trip, we just kind of winged it. Something I enjoy, you never know where you’ll end up or who you’ll meet. One night we slept in a Sears parking lot. We followed RV park signs and with what little research on the area I found one incredibly amazing RV park we will definitely be returning to.

I planned this trip long in advance. I’d been aching to visit Maine for years and summer 2013 was it. I chose summer because Maine, being a northern state, wouldn’t allow much outdoors time in sandals had we gone any other time of year. (I hate socks!)

On the first day we brought the RV to our house and loaded her up right in our driveway-no suitcases needed. 🙂 Milk eggs and butter from our fridge to the RV and away we went! The excitement of a new place and riding down the road in this house-on-wheels was enough to keep the kids occupied and happy for a few hours before our first dilemma. Even a seasoned traveler(which I am not) forgets the occasional toiletry. I forget my toddlers bottles! Oh jeez, we were approaching bedtime on the very first night not even 100 miles from starting out and my baby is screaming in hunger because dopey mum forget to bring the satchel of bottles.

So, we did what we could on short notice: found a grocery store-bought a few bottles and a brush, boiled them up and filled her belly. Aaaahh what a stressful first few hours.

After that we were smooth sailing into West Hartford, CT Sears and “parked” for the night. Rough beginnings do make for great trips, though! Just wait until the end.

Morning came and we were well rested. A quick breakfast and back on our way. The thing about travelling with small children, they need to stop and stretch and run every few hours so it’s best to keep that in mind when they start to get antsy in their pants. I was looking for local farmer’s markets to find fresh fruit and vegetables and I notice a highway sign for Idylwilde farms.

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I thought FARM but it was just what we needed. You can check them out here. Fresh organic produce with meats and cheeses, it was lovely!

After the market we continued on and little while later we made it to Portsmouth, the one and only coastal city in New Hampshire and found our first spontaneous attraction:

The S.S. Albacore!
The S.S. Albacore!

A Naval Submarine that was used as a test sub, the S.S. Albacore “holds a place in history as the first Navy-designed vessel with a true underwater hull of cylindrical shape that has become the standard for today’s submarines worldwide.”

I had an amazing time, learning a lot and picturing what my Grandfather’s life would have been like had he been in a sub while serving our US Navy.

The girls had a blast too! Testing out gadgets and pushing buttons.

We got to look in the periscope and steer, we learned about living quarters, mealtime and what life is like on a sub – so much information!

The Sub was a nice stop for the kids and very affordable on our wallet; I paid $7.00 for me and the girls (under age 7) were free! While I took the older two in, Darryl stayed in the RV with the littler ones while they napped. After eating lunch we were back on the road and in no time, made it to the mid-coast section of Maine arriving at our first RV park.

This being our first, all the others have a lot to measure up to. This place was gorgeous! Quiet, clean and very well maintained. Camping was easy with the general store stocking firewood and other incidentals.

Fun

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Marshmallows were roasted and fun was had by all.

We were only here for one night, unfortunately. Otherwise, we would have spent more time enjoying the amenities; if only whale watching wasn’t awaiting our eager little sea discoverers.

In the morning after a short ride over to Boothbay Harbor, ME, we were at sea on our whale watching tour.

We found ample parking for our RV close-by and enjoyed a successful tour of the Maine coast viewing lighthouses, finding seals and spotting whales along the way learning, learning, learning!

Lighthouse

We started out on the top deck out in the open sea air which was fun…for a while. Once we really started moving, we learned of Juniper’s lack of “sea legs.”

Juniper sea sick :(

Luckily and conveniently we went down in to the lower enclosed level and she felt much better; we also had a better view of the whales, being closer to the water.

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That’s where all the action happened!

SEAL!

SEAL!

After our first spotting, it was hard to get these little eyes unglued from the view 🙂 Which makes the whole trip worth it!

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Then…

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WHALE!!

WHALE!!

We stayed with a pair of whales for a while but learned they dive deep and stay under for 15 minutes or so, until they need more air so we continued on and found even more. The trip was a great success and we had a blast!

After our awesome whale watching experience we explored Boothbay Harbour a bit.

... admired the art

We walked the streets,

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then did some local shopping

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and enjoyed scenery and the gorgeous weather.

Next: On to Damariscotta!

I love visiting little towns and meeting new people. A really nice shop owner watering her flowers admired us admiring her planters and offered to take this family shot for us. (a rare thing sans timer because mama-duck is usually behind the lens.

This gem of a place just fell in our lap. As we explored the town and just as Darryl and I were saying we were hungry we happened upon this welcoming store front that was a local grill.

We had an entire dining room to ourselves, while the front of the restaurant was busy, we quietly enjoyed the water views and splendid Art that adorned the walls. Darryl “felt like a king” as the kids ate well and the adults conversed; the sun set and we peacefully reflected on our adventures thus far.

Tummy’s full and time-a-ticking we made the thirty minute ride over to New Harbour, ME and second RV park. It was bed time, we were exhausted so we didn’t take any time to explore but this RV park was also very nice. (Must be MAINE!)

The next morning we rose early and beat the guard to the lighthouse…people were excited!

Pemaquid Point Lighthouse

Pemaquid Point Lighthouse

Just as I had imagined it, The Pemaquid Point Lighthouse sat amid a rocky coastline perched way up above the ocean. When I climbed the tower I felt I was literally on top of the world.

Top of the world

The view took my breath away; the staircase did too.

staircase

After we toured the lighthouse museum and explored a bit outside.

Exploring pemaquid

Darryl took the three youngest to have a snack, while Juniper and I went on a coastal excursion. I was so proud of my little 5 year-old! In flip-flops, this girl climbed, slipped, slid jumped and hurdled over trenches, and slippery rocks like a professional – it was some nice one on one for us too!

Mom n juniper time

This next part was really special:

Lemon Tree has always replied, when asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” with the cutest little, “an artist.” While she bats her eyelashes, tucks her folded hands under her chin and looks up at me with a smile. Well… it just so happens that Bristol Park, where the lighthouse is located, also has an art gallery and other buildings to explore. We ventured into to the gallery which was filled to the brim with local artists’ works of beauty. At the back corner a display was being emptied, we approached and asked “Are you the artist?”

An artist

Indeed, she was the artist and although lemon’s face doesn’t show this, she was ecstatic and couldn’t stop talking about it for the rest of the day, about meeting a REAL artist. It was a lovely encounter and really makes our decisions to home school, travel and be spontaneous that much more valid. Every parent questions themself, whether they are doing their absolute best. After this, I am certain, we are!

A few miles down the road was a sandy beach we found nestled in the rocky coast.

we found a beachIt was small compared to the Jersey coast, which I am used to, but not crowded. And the sand….. oh the sand!

Sparkly beach

If not for anything else, get to Maine to witness one of the most beautiful geological treasures this earth has to offer, many of you probably prepare your meals on it: granite! In all its natural glory, the Maine coast is speckled with shimmering rock and smooth stones. This beach is no different, the sand is speckled and shimmering like a fairy sprinkled pixie dust all over us, we played for hours digging, collecting trinkets and just relaxing on a pristine day.

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We ate lunch and went back to the campground to shower and begin our journey back home. The trip felt short because we stayed busy but it felt long because we had no idea what was in store for us next. Along the way, we paused to browse antique cars for sale on a small lot. We parked and pulled out our little grill for steaks and more marshmallows. After dinner, everyone pajama’d and we started back to the New Hampshire border. We found an inconspicuous parking lot and docked for the night. Woke to experience breakfast at  the famous NH Roundabout Diner. Being from Jersey, We know our diners and this one is tops!

roundabout diner

The service was great and food, amazing! We always struggle to get a group shot and this time was no different:

There is a sculpture garden I’d heard about right at the border here and I was excited to bring the kids because not only is it art, a walking trail and spending time outside; they had goats and a pig we could feed. More learning and life experience … so I thought.

What was a quiet easy walk in the woods admiring the art pieces scattered among the trees quickly turned horror movie scene and traumatizing nightmare for my whole family {except my sister, she burst out into tearing fits of laughter every time this story comes up} We approached the goats but just before we were able to feed them our apple slices, the pig! As it came out of its house its tail was wagging and Juniper bent down to give it a piece of apple; she dropped it between two rocks. As I bent down to retrieve it, the  pig charged us and attacked me. It gnawed at my leg and as I tried to push it away it bit my elbow too! OUCH! I didn’t know that pigs were aggressive animals.

Juniper froze in fear, Lemon ran and screamed, Ash cried in terror and Oak sat in her stroller speechless. Darryl? Oh, he was just standing there; watching. Yep. finally I called to him for help but he didn’t do much, so I grabbed the kids and scurried back down the trail fast as we could.

Recovering.

Recovering.

They ate the apples intended for the goats while Darryl stayed behind to keep the pig at bay but a few minutes later when Darryl came down the path, the pig followed him. After Darryl chased him back home, we assessed the damage and let that be the end to our trip.

Ouch!

Ouch!

On our way home and in the days to come we asked the kids what their favorite part of our trip is and Juniper says “The Whales!” Lemon says “I don’t like the pig biting mommy” (traumatized) After all the fun and exciting things, she remembers the last thing; the worst thing. What a way to end a trip!

We had a lot of fun and it was a memorable trip. I hope you enjoyed coming along for the ride and if ever make it to Maine you’ll visit some of these amazing places.

So there you have it. A pig, a moose and a whale: MAINE!

How our 18 month old had a “potty success!”

March 1, 2014

Oak woke up at 5:30am with a dry diaper and put her pee pee in the potty!!! We are ecstatic!

It all started a few days ago just as we were getting home from bringing Juniper and Lemon to their Karate class. Oak and I were walking through our laundry area when she turns to look into the powder room. She points. Looks back at me still pointing and shrieks, “POTTY!”

I ask, “Do you want to use the potty?” Her voice so happy and eager she nods and mumbles “uh-huh!” So I doubtfully undress, place her on the pot and hand her a book. Within seconds I hear the success and think, ‘Did she have a wet diaper?’ Her last change was hours before but sure enough that little baby girl kept her nappy dry and did her business in correct locale.

This to me, as a somewhat veteran toddler parent (3 before her), is an astonishing accomplishment for an 18 month old. It’s one thing to introduce this foreign and frightening bowl of water that sucks your waste down a dark hole to an 18 month old; but for her to voluntarily request presence with the throne is uncanny.

How did we do it you ask?

I ask that too, because I can’t take any credit other than letting her be her.

Having 3 older sisters and chasing after them is probably her motivation, however, she decided for herself to ask to go and keep dry all those hours.

With Ash it didn’t happen like that. She was older. She was almost 2 when she first wanted to sit on her own, and 28 months before she made it through the night dry.

Lemon, she was just about two, and she wore the pull up diapers for a LONG time, almost a whole year.

Juniper was the quickest. Go figure! A first-born with no one to imitate. And, at that her first order of business on the porcelain throne was NOT the popular among babies. After her first potted deuce, she never went back to filling a stinky diaper again. SHE started at 15 months!

So like I said I can take no credit other than letting them be them. Papa bear brought in the little potty for Juniper to sit on but she was the one who embraced it, as they all did in their own time.