And yes, it was me wielding the camera despite my better judgement, but it is kind of cool in a “Pamchencko Twist -man-I-wish-that-were-me” kind of way.
Hilary
After a whirlwind week spent with Grandma and Pa in Maryland, Mo and Co returned home to Norfolk more loquacious and more cultured than ever. It’s had to compete with a week that included a visit to a petting zoo, a water park, a mega carousel, all the grand-parental attention one’s little hear could desire, and a trip to the Kennedy Center to meet the cast of The Color Purple –thanks, Uncle Brandon, for introducing the girls to Fantasia. Please give her my regards and my apologies as I truly want her to know that I do in fact feed my children, several times a day, in fact. I was absolutely mortified to learn that they both pilfered her dressing room’s craft cart for Doritos and Capri Suns. A reimbursement check is in the mail.
Never one to let moss grow under their feet, DH and I kept the good times rolling, whisking them to OceanBreeze Water Park on Sunday. I have to admit, I was a little skeptical about the place. There was just something a little off in all of the propaganda advertisements that I’d seen. I grew up going to Six Flags and WaterCountry, so everything that wasn’t those two establishments was kind of rinky-dink. Still, it’s nice to be surprised, and surprised I certainly was. There was a huge pool that churned out massive waves every fifteen minutes preceded by Queen’s “We Will Rock You“. There was a log flume, a kiddie oasis, kiddie slides, and loads of reclining chairs perfect for stowing you chair and for people watching (that’s another blog entry entirely!). The weather was great and once we had completely exhausted the girls, we took their pruny fingered selves to the picnic area for the lunch I had made. It finally felt like summer to me, sitting out there in the mid-afternoon shade, my bathing suit riding precariously up into places not suitable for mentioning here, the girls running back and forth from the table to take a bite of this and a taste of that. I felt like belting out a little Mungo Jerry right then and there.
No rest for the weary; we jumped into the week feet first and have been participating in VBS at church. Mo is in Amicus house and I’ve been volunteering as games leader, running the Roman Aqueduct. Well, it’s more a series of carefully fashioned gutters that allow kids to run change filled balls into a basket at the bottom of the course. The money goes to the church’s Living Waters ministry, which builds potable water systems in countries that are without such water. The game is really cool and the kids love racing one another to see who’s money gets to the bottom first.
And of course, we’ve continued our quest for mermaids. I think I’m going to have an addendum to this book I’m working on because the elusive mermaid list keeps on growing. There are at least half a dozen that are affixed to the sides of buildings, way up high. Unless Mo and Co are bitten by radioactive spiders, we just aren’t going to get to those. I doubt we will ever top our record of seven in one day, but we managed to take pictures with three and photographed two others that were just a tad out of reach.
My camera does the trick for most shots, but when it comes to zooming it falls kind of short. I’m hoping someone will see these pitiable shots and bless me with a new camera come September 8th (hint, hint, nudge, nudge).
Well, the girls are enjoying some quality time with the grands in Maryland this week, but before I packed them up and shipped them out, we had a banner day on our search for mermaids. We found seven of those sculptures!! Seven! I know, right?
I knew that there were at least four within a six block radius from our old apartment downtown. Now, I’m extremely competitive and I really wanted to see how many mermaids we could find and photograph before we were in the express lane for MeltDown City. Plus, we were planning to eat lunch — for the second time — at Costco with my mom, while we stocked up on Duggar Family sized bags of chicken nuggets, snacks and assorted sundries.
So, we’ve got about an hour to seek out these mermaids during what was arguably the hottest day of the week at the hottest time of day. My stomach is touching my back I’m so hungry and yet, I’m hot-footing it through downtown Norfolk pushing two stroller bound toddler that are cramming Goldfish into their mouths. Sadly, no one got a picture of that. But, here’s what we did see. . .
Norfolk Campus of Tidewater Community College
because there was an empty platform just to the left of Maid In Voyage)
Whew! It’s fitting that the last one we saw was the Flower Garden because it’s located in front of the apartment building we lived in when we first moved to Norfolk. And, the girls had just about had it when we reached this one, hence the somber faces. I really thought they were going to crash out in the car, but they stayed with me as we cruised on over to Costco. Once inside, they proceeded to inhale, imbibe, and ingest every free sample those little white-hair netted ladies pushed in their direction. And then, on the way out, they had the nerve to ask me for some snacks! Mo and Co, not the white haired ladies.
Anyway, while this is a record number for us, there are at least half a dozen more I know we can go paparazzi on. Plus, there are that are affixed to buildings that we can at least point out as we drive by. So, until our next foray, this should tide us over (see what I did there? mermaids, ocean, tide).
Yeah, I’ll sign off now.
I know I shouldn’t be, but I am really surprised at how quickly the girls have taken to this mermaid project. Whenever we get in the car now, the question from the backseat is no longer, “Can we have a snack?” but “Are we going to see some mermaids?”. Don’t get me wrong, the snack requests still persist, but their attention has been diverted at least for a split second.
Trying to get both Mo and Co to look in the same general direction with at least a slight modicum of happiness on their faces has proven difficult. Really, it’s like herding cats. I try to take at least three snaps before their attention is taken by a bird flying by, a dog taking a leak across the street, or the overwhelming interest in their own inhalation and exhalation. They know that when you see a camera, you’re supposed to say “Cheese”, but I’m trying to get them to say other things because their “cheese” elicits these stretched out grimaces. And of course, the volume of “Cheese” is so high, people several blocks away think some dairy goodness is being offered up to the masses. They come rushing out bearing crackers and toasted bread only to be sorely disappointed.
Anyway, we have had much success spotting mermaids in our outings around town. We’re going to try for a record of 7 tomorrow. In the meantime, here’s what we’ve found:
We were able to snag two mermaids today on our way to swimming lessons, and we were on time!
Summer brings with it a host of must-do activities for families. There are trips to the zoo, to Busch Gardens, the Botanical Gardens, Water Country, the beach and everywhere in between. Still, some really good activities happen right where you live, hence my ambition for this summer.
Chicago has Cows on Parade, and Norfolk, the fair city in which we live, has many, many mermaids. And as for me. . .well, I have to two lovely little ladies who are desperate to join the ranks of the sirens of the sea. So, I thought, well, let’s see how we can blend some summer activities with the toddler fixation du jour. Armed with a copy of There Goes a Mermaid, I jumped on the ‘net and began plotting out where the mermaids are around town and how many mermaids we could find in a given radius. Before I even opened the book, though, I rattled off as many mermaids as I could think of given our drives all around town to the YMCA, school, and the various grocers. I think there are close to 80 mermaids in rotation altogether, but would you believe I came up with about 20?
Anyway, Friday, I took the girls to the zoo to meet some friends. Out in front of the main gate is a mermaid, one from the There Goes a Mermaid book, no less. I had really wanted to flesh out this mermaid project a little more before I told the girls and we began documenting our finds, but hey, no time like the present, right? So I took a photo of the mermaid by itself and one of the girls with it. What I’d like to do is amass a collection of the girls with the mermaids and make a little Shutterfly coffee table book, maybe frame the Norfolk mermaids poster and hang it up with a picture of Mo and Co and their favorite mermaid. All this whilst I clean the house, run my errands, work-out, host several playdates, finish Co’s scrapbook, and do my summer reading for my fall classes. In other words, do this in all my copious free time.
After the zoo, I knew there were two more mermaids that we would pass on the way home. Then I remembered that a friend of DH’s has a mermaid in her backyard and she graciously invited us to come on by anytime to check it out. Four mermaids in one day? Madness you say, but why not, says I! So, even though the girls were hot and tired from the zoo, the prospect of seeing more mermaids up close and personal revved them up. We were perilously close to nap time and I feared that Co would crash hard in the back seat, but I rolled down the windows, tossed some Cheez-its into the back, and turned up the all-day-all-request-Michael-Jackson-tribute-station. I was committed (committable?) to making our first foray a good one.
I think we succeeded.
(the boobies on this one make me think her names should be Chesty LaRue)
All his personal madness aside, with respect to his musical and dancing talent, this was one bad, bad, man. . .watch at 3:45 if you don’t believe me.