Monday, August 25, 2008

Fun at the Children's Museum

This past weekend Kyle and Jackson went on a camping trip. I'll let Kyle tell you about all the fun they had. After a fun-filled evening on Saturday with an almost 2 year-old, complete with a never-ending supply of energy, we continued to burn off as much energy as possible with a trip to the Children's Museum with Nana Hop. Good thing she wore her tennis shoes, as Kian ran around from spot to spot. His all time favorite would definitely be the Polar Bear. Too bad I didn't get a picture of his fascination in progress, however I did get these. Enjoy!

Kian is starting to get into dinosaurs, so visiting the Dinosphere was a no-brainer. He and Nana Hop had fun crawling into the cave to look up at the dinosaurs.
Kian's love of dinosaurs may be going too far....he kept kissing the T-rex.
He enjoyed climbing around on equipment he wouldn't normally be allowed on. This was just one example.

Just before we headed down for lunch, Kian and Nana took a moment for a "Tea Party". They've been having them recently at day care. Kian likes to drink "coffee" too! We have Michelle to thank for that one.
Our trip wouldn't be complete unless we took a couple of trips on the carousel. First it was a lion and then a go-round on a giraffe. Too bad you have to be 3 years old to ride on the animals that go up and down. In hindsight, Nana and I were glad we were stuck on the stationary animals as a mild form of motion sickness was starting to attack. No picture is complete without the "cheese" face right, Kian?


So, thanks again to Nana Hop for taking us to the museum. We had a great time and did expend a lot of energy. We can't wait to go again!

until next time...lc

Just Jack

On the drive home Friday evening, this conversation transpired between Jackson and myself:

Jackson: Mommy, I have this really cool name I want you to call me. I don't want you to call me Jackson anymore. OK?
Mommy: OK, what it is Jackson?
Jackson: It's Just Jack.
Mommy: Just Jack, huh?
Jackson: Yeah, Just Jack.
Mommy: OK, so your new name is Just Jack?
Jackson: Yeah.
Mommy: Just Jack, that's a cool name.
Jackson: No Mommy, it's Jack, not Just Jack.
Mommy: Oh, silly Mommy. Silence for a few moments. Well, Jack, I've called you Jackson for nearly 5 years now, so you'll have to remind me if I slip and call you Jackson. I'll try really hard to call you Jack though. Not Jackson and not Just Jack.
Jackson: Thank you Mommy.
Mommy: Now does this hold true for everyone or just Mommy?
Jackson: I want everyone to call me Jack. I don't want to be Jackson anymore.
Mommy: OK, well, make sure you correct everyone when they call you Jackson.
Jackson: No, you tell them.
Mommy: No, if you decide to change your name, you will be the one to tell everyone what your new name is. Got it?
Jackson: Yeah.

I asked him a little later who, in their right mind, told him that Jackson was no longer a cool name and Jack was. He told me that he and the little girl next door, Kylie, decided that he would be Jack from now on. For quite some time now (at least a few months that I know of) he has allowed Michelle (day care teacher) to call him Jack, but no one else. He specifically told Kyle and I that he wanted to be called Jackson. Why the change? I'll never know. I'll chalked it up to him being more independent.

So fast forward to this evening when we were reading a book prior to bedtime. I asked a question about what was going on in the book foll0wed by Jackson. He looked at me and said, "Mom, bemember? " I quickly corrected myself with a, "Sorry Just Jack." He in turned rolled his eyes and we continued counting the animals on the page.

I am definitely not ready for him to show such independence. He acts much more grown up than he should be at times. Perhaps we're pushing him too much too fast. Or maybe he'll thank us later in life for helping build such a strong character. I suppose time will tell.

until next time...lc

Monday, August 18, 2008

Campbell Family Gathering

Last Saturday night, my uncle Chris hosted a birthday get-together at his house for his older brother, my uncle Steve. I'll spare him the embarassment of announcing exactly which birthday it was...

It was a pretty rare occasion, as my cousin Jen formerly lived in Colorado, but now is in Wisconsin, and my cousin Darren and his wife Kirsty have lived in several locations in the deep south, of late. So, them having the time to get away from their homes to come back to Indy to visit the family is a rare, but oh-so-welcome treat. Seeing them always brings back so many good memories of my childhood, and this night was another shining example of how much I love it when I get to share my families - both, Laura and the boys with my extended family, and vice versa. We took a few shots, a bit later in the evening, and I'm glad we were to do so. It's just too bad my sister was on vacation, and couldn't join in the fun!

Darren, Ryan, Grandma, Jen and I
The Cousins Campbell

OOP, looky there...we expanded!


Here's where the picture-taking session devolved into a bit of silliness...



And, then, Jackson gets ahold of Mom and Dad's camera...



Kian makes a valiant effort to retrieve the camera before Jack ends up smashing it to bits, but to no avail...

Chris has moved on to corrupting animals, as I guess corrupting kids has just gotten blaise for him...

I'm sure Ryan and Miss are going to be thrilled to see I posted this one...

Up next, I blog the Luke Open House for season ticket holders...

(K)

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Indiana State Fair - 2008 Edition

We've succeeded in attending the Indiana State Fair, again, furthering another of our family's attempts at maintaining yearly traditions. We took a break a couple of years back, due to the unbearable heat that summer and Laura's near-term pregnancy woes with Kian, but have made the trek out to the fair 2 years in a row, now. Nana P was supposed to come up and join us again, this year, but a last-minute injury put her on the sidelines this time...hopefully she heals up soon, though! We all definitely missed her, as she's the more adventurous fair food eater out of us all, getting us to eat fried Pepsi, and fried Snickers last year. But, we did pretty well without her, yet still stayed reasonably true to our dietary limitations and goals we set for ourselves heading into this year's trip. We got a decent set of pictures from the first part of our day; however, shortly after lunch, the battery in our camera died, and we failed to bring a back-up. So, here's a pictorial of the first part of our day at the fair on Saturday.

The boys eagerly await our arrival at the fairgrounds (Kian came equipped with his own fair animals, but this would be the closest he'd come all day to actually touching anything larger than a rabbit...more on that in a bit.)
We get to the Riley Fun Park, and the boys get suited up for their simulated Day on the Farm. Gathering up feed corn that'll be used to fatten up the livestock a little later in our simulated day!

Kian gathering, and showing off, the eggs he collected at the chicken coop.


The boys drop off their feed corn to the hungry, and appreciative, livestock.


Next, they were off to pick out some gloves, a shovel, and a crop vegetable to plant, and then harvest.

Jackson takes a short break in the path to flash a big farmer's grin for Daddy.


Next, the boys loaded up their tractors, and took their harvested goods to market!

Jackson shows off the fruits of his labor (which, in true American fashion, was promptly blown on a little bottle of milk...they don't teach these kids the value of saving these days!)

After we left the farm day simulation, and were headed over to a food tent to eat lunch, my infamous eagle eyes (see the blog post from May where I describe a trip to Toys 'R' Us) spotted a $20 bill on the ground, which was quickly swooped up and pocketed! But, only after a self-congratulatory picture was snapped...

And, then, as if this day weren't already overflowing with tons of awesome, we saw Rupert Bonham - of Survivor fame - grubbing at the ribeye steak sandwich tent with his family. Both his family and ours got up from our respective tables at the same time, so I capitalized on the coincident departures to ask for a family photo with the Hoosier Survivor. His wife was gracious enough to snap this picture for us! They were all very sweet about it.

Next, we got over to the milking pavillion where, at noon, they opened up a cow pen to allow kids to file through and take turns milking a cow. Jack was so excited about this, and did quite well with it. I think it helped that he had some practice, on a fake cow that milked water, during the simulated farm day. Kian, however, FREAKED OUT when I tried to put him down to try his hand at milking. When I abandoned the milking attempt, he continued to cower into my shoulder after I picked him up and tried to get him to pat the cow's hind leg. This would continue throughout the rest of the day whenever we tried to get him to touch an animal, except in the rabbit barn, where he tried to get several rabbits to bite him by sticking his finger in their cages. He'd literally say, "You bite me, bunny? You wanna bite my finger?" Anyway, here are the milking pictures, along with a couple of shots of the boys playing on the real-life tractors just outside the milking area. Shortly thereafter, our battery died, so this will end the photographic section of our tour.

The rest of the day was filled with a tractor-pulled shuttle ride across the park, seeing a bengal tiger performance, watching some harness horse racing, partaking in plenty of fair food treats, cavorting through all the live animal pavillions, and some serious overexposure to the sun's rays (particularly on my behalf). It was another fantastic day at the state fair - an experience we're thankful we're able to spend together each year!

(K)

Please Pardon the Interruption in Our Normal Programming to Bring You This Short Cuteness Break...

We now return to your regularly-scheduled blogging...

(K)

Swedish Invasion!

Just before their return to Sweden, our friends Jason and Gunmari brought their twin girls, Hillevi and Solveig over to the house for a farewell visit. They'd come over for dinner earlier in their return to the States, but we didn't get any good pictures during that visit. This time, a few good pics were snapped, but none of Jason and Gunmari - so, our apologies for that! Laura and I are tentatively planning to visit them in a couple of years, but hopefully they'll be on this side of the pond at least one more time before then, and we'll be able to take some better pictures of the twins' mom and dad. Until then, this series will have to suffice...

Jackson trying to get the girls' attention


Kyle and the girls

Laura and Hillevi

Jackson pleading for the attention of the young Swede

Kyle and Solveig


(K)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Narcolepsy

The story at the heart of this post requires a bit of background...

Last night, as we're playing in the yard after dinner, I get a call from my good friend Troy. He was on his way home to Houston, after attending our friend Jim's wedding Saturday evening, and his flight was delayed 4 hours. Since we live 10 minutes from the airport, he called to see if I wanted to hang out for a bit during his delay. I went to pick him up, and on my way over, the speedometer on my car suddenly got stuck at 100 MPH - a speed I, in no way, got anywhere near to while driving. It fluctuated oddly, never dropping below 80 MPH as I drove to the airport and back. So, this morning, I called the dealership from which we bought it, and scheduled a drop-off for this evening at 6:30PM.

Since that added a little wrinkle to our evening's plans, Laura and I decided that, since it was a carpool day, we'd pick up the boys from daycare, stop off somewhere to get a quick dinner that we could eat in the car, then retrieve my car from home and drive it out to the dealership. The (unfortunately) most convenient stop between daycare and home for an in-car meal is a McDonald's, so that's where we went.

The boys ordered their standard, chicken nuggets, and Laura doled out their meals accordingly, as I went back inside to have them correct my order (typical). As we're on our way home, Laura looks in the rear-view mirror and asks me, "Is Kian falling asleep?"

I turn around and affirm that he was dozing off. I quickly yelled at him, "KIAN! Daddy's going to eat those nuggets if you don't wake up." He shot up, and said, "NO DADDY!" as he swatted his hand at me. He proceeded to take half-hearted bites from the nugget he'd started eating, all the while, drifting off to sleep as he chewed. We repeated the yelling/swatting bit a couple of times, until he finally gave up the ghost and passed out. His nugget tumbled down into his lap, and I grabbed the remaining nuggets and their container from the ledge of car seat between his legs. Jack and I divided up the 3 remaining nuggets - 2 for Jack, 1 for me - as we continued on the drive home.

After dropping off the car for service, we're driving down Rockville Road when, from the corner of my eye, I notice Kian stirring. I turn to look, as Laura checks in the rear-view, and see him rubbing his nose as he starts to awaken. He then starts mumbling something to all of us, grabs the leg of his shorts, and bends over to try to eat his shorts! He makes several futile, slumber-hobbled attempts at eating his shorts, then whines in frustration. At that point, his hands brush across the crumpled napkin next to the nugget in his lap, so he grips the napkin and starts biting into it! Laura and I start to laugh, try to wake him by calling his name, but fail. Then, he roots around in his lap, again, makes contact with the nugget there, then grabs it and shoves it into his mouth. He sits there, quite content, and still fairly unconscious, shaking his head side-to-side and mumbling something through the muzzle of fried chicken stuff being slowly ground down in his maw.

It was seriously like the 20-30 minutes that transpired during his nap never even happened, and he just subconsciously picked right back up where he left off - yelling at me for snatching his food, and trying to cram as much of it down his gullet as he could before I swiped it from him. Too funny...

(K)

Friday, August 8, 2008

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

Tonight we were out playing, doing a little yard work and allowed the boys to stay up past their normal bedtime of 8pm. It's very rare that they are allowed to stay up late, but every now and again we allow them to live on the edge. Tonight was reason enough that we should allow this to happen more often. It was starting to get dark when we decided to wrap up outside when I noticed the first lightning bug. I ran over, caught it and let the boys play with it. It's sad to say that this was their first experience with a lightning bug (to my knowledge). We've only ever talked about them before. Since we were out front and it was a bit lighter, we decided to move around back, forgo the new 915pm bedtime and let them live it up. (Who am I kidding, they were in the best moods and I didn't want to be the one to cause their worlds to crash in just by mentioning it was time for bed.) Unfortunately we weren't able to find anymore fireflies, but decided to meet up in our dreams to find some. That's Jackson's latest saying at bedtime...."I'll see you in my dreams Mommy." Oh, how he knows how to melt my heart. Just as we were looking around, we noticed the stars starting to appear. Again, another thing they boys just don't get to enjoy all that often. We found one here and there and then they really started to appear. Over to the side we noticed a really bright one with a faint one next to it. The faint one was flickering. Jackson nonchalantly said, "I think that's Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." We decided to sing the song a few times to see if that helped light up more stars. What do you know? As time went on, more and more appeared. It was so exciting to have them cuddle up with us and enjoy something new. I can only wish this will be as fond of a memory for them as it will be for myself and Kyle.

Kyle told us that he thought the brightest star we saw was a planet. However, Jackson told us that is where Jesus lives. And if you go through there, space is on the other side. We've decided to allow our children to develop their own sense of religion, and listening to Jackson rationalize his thoughts pertaining to his belief is interesting and always entertaining. He was one unique relationship with Jesus, let me tell you. After all, he does know Jesus' phone number. It's 2911 if you'd like to call. And if you do, tell Hain Brain hello for Jackson, as he's having a hard time getting him to answer.

until next time...lc