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Finally, we have internet access. That means you get to see me much more often again *bats eyelashes*

Seriously though, nothing is new around here, except that i'm catching up with everyone--you know, i hadn't really realized how geeky my "social" life is, hahaha! But i'm glad to be surrounded by you lovely people again :P

Ryvre and Willow have been invited to a birthday party; it's their first. The birthday boy's name is Jonah, and he will be 1 year old. I went to school with his mama from Kindergarten til graduation, and we lived three houses away from each other between the ages of 9 and 18.

The kids are sharing a bedroom now; my father-in-law brought over his daughters' old bunkbed, so we have the space to make Ryvre's old room the toy room. The arrangement is working out great, because the kids usually sleep in our bed anyway, lol, and they seem to like the idea of a whole room dedicated to their toys.

Update

Nothing's really going on these days, except that Ryvre is potty trained, and Willow started having tantrums. It's kinda funny really, because she isn't real loud, she'll just wail once, then throw herself down face-first and lay there quite and still, until someone says something to her (if it's the person who pissed her off, she'll scream and continue her fit; if it's someone else, she considers him or her to be an ally, and therefore someone deserving of her attention).

No Food With a Face

Today, Ryvre was eating a bowl of gummy worms (his special treat when Nana visits), and all of the sudden, he stopped with a look of concern on his face; he said "Nana, these worms have eyes, i not want to eat them anymore" and he handed the bowl to me. i asked if he wanted me to take the heads off, and he said, very seriously, "no mommy, you not eat them either. Put them away now."

Haha, he's going to be the little vegetarian of the family; if it has a face, he won't eat it!

What Long Strange Trip It's Been

Our annual fall road trip was great! The kids were well-behaved (well, for them at least) so we made great driving time there and back.

Our first stop was Camp Gaea, to meet with some internet friends. Only one other guy showed up, but that was probably for the best! We really got to know him and his family, and definitely want to make the gathering a regular event. i have some pics of that prove the Druids did NOT build Stonehenge, hahaha. However, the Bards earned their keep by the campfire with their guitar and drum, respectively.

The camp itself was gorgeous; the rolling, wooded countryside almost reminded us of home; except that the open fields were soft, and full of thick green grass; two things we are not used to. The mist rising from the large pond was also a lovey sight--though i admit i was not brave enough to walk its shores when the other campers arrived--naked as the day they were born, hahaha!

NOT that i have a problem with nudity, of course; i think it's great that alot of people felt comfortable enough to let it all hang out, (no pun intended?) so to speak. But certainly, i was not about to take part in that one. I guess i'm pruder than i thought, lol.

Everyone i met out there was very nice; one man (Iggy?  Pretty sure that wasn't his given name) brought us a cup of coffee and introduced himself. i later visited his camper, to return the cup and thank him (in the form of cranberry irish soda bread), and to my surprise, he was friendly when i knocked on the door and woke him up; in fact, we were invited to his drumming circle later that evening.

We didn't join Iggy that evening; it was bedtime for the kids before the drumming started. Instead, we sat around the campfire with Bill (the Druid) and his wife and daughter, while he sang and played the guitar. And wow, can that man play. A guy from the pagan gathering up the hill came over and introduced himself much later, saying that they could hear the music up there (surprising, since it was very soft, and they were...not) and that it went perfectly with what they were doing. Pretty cool. The drumming across the field lasted until about 5 am, which was great, because it was surprisingly soothing.

Day two, we went to the renaissance festival. Ryvre introduced himself ("Hi, i'm Ryvre Raine Amann!") to every person that would listen (and many that wouldn't), and Willow refused to walk. Besides that, it was ok, but we only spent a few hours out there. Next year we may consider taking the kids out for a couple of hours, and then dropping them off with their aunt for the rest of the day. I had my first glass of mead though :) so the day wasn't a total waste.

For the next two days, we visited family, relaxed, and came home. That part of the trip was uneventful, except when Ryvre tumbled down the stairs of Aunt Bobbie Jo's porch, running out to see the puppies (it was dark, and aparently, he forgot about the stairs in his excitement). He landed face-first in a large flowerpot. When asked what happened, he will tell you "Owie, i got hurt in the dirt" lol.