Skip to main content

Field Trip (big one)

Last Friday, we drove up to Indianapolis. All of us, because David was told he needed to be at a meeting at Ivy Tech's big main campus up there. So we left at 5:00 a.m., because we live in the little smidge of Indiana that insists on being on central time while the rest of the state follows eastern time, and drove, drove, drove. We lucked out in that the Ivy Tech building he needed to be at was exactly 37 seconds away from the Children's Museum of Indianapolis. Our friends the Childs were supposed to meet us there, but their little guy got sick with a bad cold the night before, so I was on my own with the kids (eeek!). However, an hour after the kids and I had arrived at the museum, David texted me that he didn't really need to be at that meeting after all, So he walked over to the museum and stayed with us. He was ticked that he'd come all the way up for a meeting he didn't need to go to, but we tried to have a good time at the museum anyway.
A bunch of trains

Taking the flight on Egyptair - you ride on a pretend airplane to go to the Egypt exhibit, which was very cool. We've been learning a lot about Egypt this year, so it was perfect.

This is a little cafe restaurant area in the Egypt exhibit, where kids can make food for the parents.

Then we went to the Barbie exhibit. It was so much fun. Even Truman and David had fun in there. This is 1985 Astronaut Barbie.
Penny worked on some fashion sketches.




After the museum, we drove to the north side of the city and loaded up on Trader Joe's goodies. Unfortunately, they were completely out of sunflower seed butter, which is one of the five or six items we like to get there. I should've called ahead. But we have a nice stash of freeze dried fruit, macaroni & cheese, and bruschetta now. Then we came home through Bloomington and stopped to see the Childs for dinner. So even though it didn't turn out quite as we'd planned, it was still a super fun day. 

Like Mrs. Peacock, I am determined to enjoy myself

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My Abortion & When I Used Planned Parenthood

I don't post much political stuff on this blog or even on Facebook. I figure, people have political opinions based on their own values and their own experiences, and reading someone else's will rarely change anything. I am, however, deeply disturbed by the way a particular issue is playing out in American politics right now, and so in addition to this blog post, I am sending letters and photographs to all of my elected officials to ask them to consider all angles of a topic rather than listening to one very vocal group who views all abortions as pure evil.

First, I have been a patient of Planned Parenthood in the past. As an uninsured college student and even un- and under-insured newlywed in my early 20s, a trip to the gynecologist for an annual exam plus a monthly prescription for birth control would have been far outside my financial means as I worked (sometimes part-time, often full-time) while going to school. Planned Parenthood's sliding fee scale meant I could have …

Aw, snap! (goes Truman's arm)

We didn't get any calls for foster placements for several weeks. It was starting to bother me - why not us? Then I saw on our local foster parent Facebook group a woman asking for respite care for her three little ones for a weekend. I could do that! She and I made arrangements to meet Friday at 3:30 after I picked up Lucy from school and we'd have the kids through Sunday afternoon, then Dave and I would be leaving to go see U2 and Beck in Indianapolis for MY BIRTHDAY.

Friday was going along just fine, and I had just gotten my purse and keys out so I could be ready to leave in a minute to pick up Lucy and the little foster kids. Jacinda was napping and Penny was playing on the computer. Truman had been jumping on the trampoline for about fifteen minutes. Suddenly, Truman screamed.

Not a 'ouch' scream.

The kind of scream that kicks your parental instinct into overdrive and you drop everything you are doing to run to the aid of that screaming child.

I went out the back d…

love that has nowhere to go

Several months ago, someone shared with a card that said, "Grief is love with nowhere to go." As I've thought of that over and over again, I believe it is entirely true. Grief is not just sadness or depression. It's a constant presence of dark despair. It's a feeling of wanting to speak to or hold someone who just isn't there, and there seems no possible way to alleviate it in any other way. It leads to disturbing impulses like to dig up my baby's grave so that I can hold him again, or long for death so I can be with him again. The love needs a place to go.

Another thing I have thought about often is "For me, to live is Christ." I heard this on a song on the radio one day and didn't understand what it meant. I came home and googled the phrase - it's from Philippians - where Paul is writing and telling people that whether he lives or dies, Christ is glorified. He says (I am paraphrasing) that he would prefer to die because he'd be wit…