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Volant Autumn Pumpkin Festival 2011


On Saturday, 10/08/2011, we head out to Amish country for the Volant Autumn Pumpkin Festival and the Apple Festival at the Apple Castle. Adaline was all pumped up about going to the Apple Festival 🙂

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These festivals are held on the same weekend every year and I always have hopes of being able to visit them both on the same day, but it’s just impossible. Last year we attended the Apple Festival first and then drove to Volant only to find that it was so packed there were no parking spaces (and Adaline fell asleep in the car anyway). The year before that we went to Volant late in the day. This year we decided to start with Volant.

We arrived right at the start of the festival and were able to find a parking space. Then we headed right for Volant Mills. There was a cute little boy sitting there on the porch just as friendly as could be saying, “Hi girl!” to Adaline, but she was not interested. It’s nice to see she’s as friendly as I am (good work, Mom).

Adaline loved finding all of the bears inside the store and riding on the rocking horse.

Next we stopped and looked at pumpkins but we didn’t pick one out since we didn’t want to carry it around with us.


After all of the pumpkin peeking we decided to go visit all of the shops locating past the mill. While we walked past the giant water wheel right next to the busy street and almost to the parking lot busy with cars pulling in and out Adaline decides she doesn’t want to hold my hand anymore and starts to struggle. Naturally there wasn’t time to explain to her that she needed to hold my hand and since desperately clinging to her arm as she tried to get away wasn’t working…I decided to pick her up and drag her across the parking lot. That’s no small feat for this 5 foot mama with a 2 year old half her size and a pregnant belly taking up all of the space. Adaline gave a real good kicking and screaming fit, “I wanna walk! I no hold hands!”. Oh, and there were about 50 people standing in line to get Amish donuts that got to witness the whole thing. I wrestled her over to the front porch of the closest store where I distracted her with a skeleton on display by getting her to sing, ” ‘Dem bones, ‘dem bones they walk around.” Once she calmed down I explained to her that she needed to hold onto my hand or Muggy’s hand when we’re outside and when we’re inside she can walk by herself. Thankfully after that we had no trouble and she held our hand every time we left a store and stayed right with us inside all of the shops. So there, judgmental onlookers…take that!

We went from store to store and everyone said how cute Adaline is (they didn’t witness the great parking lot tantrum of 2011). Sometimes she was friendly and other times not so much (“I’m not cute!”). She seemed to enjoy window shopping and would look at the stuff and then say, “Let’s go to another store!” in an excited voice. She really loved it when a store was playing music and sometimes didn’t want to leave.

Since it had been about 3 hours and I had somehow managed not to pee my pants I headed off to the bathroom. The one that I found was a single bathroom down a hallway, you’re supposed to wait outside of the hallway to give the others privacy. In front of me there was a family (Mom, Dad, and two little girls) who were taking turns using the bathroom. When Dad was in there mom came out with the girls and apologized when she saw my pregnant belly saying she knows how that is. I told her it’s no problem and that I’m used to holding it (although not for 3 hours, but she was only responsible for about 10min of that). Then all of the sudden this girl comes walking up, who looked to be my age and didn’t look pregnant, looked right at me and said, “Can I go first?” Now she did have a sense of urgency in her voice, but still…I’m pregnant. I might’ve considered it if she were elderly, or a mom with a little one, or if I flat out just wasn’t pregnant…but I am. So I told her, “I’m sorry, no. I’ve been holding it for 3 hours and when he gets out I’m going in.” And that’s exactly what happened. I made quick work of it and I apologized to her when I got out (not sure why considering I was there first…and I’m pregnant!). Ya know, having other people let you go to the bathroom first and hold open the door for you and give you their seat is part of the perks of pregnancy and apparently, I just wasn’t willing to give that up. Selfish Jenn. Selfish pregnant Jenn.

So once I got to pee and we had looked in all of the shops (yet refrained from buying anything) we were hungry. I had read online that they were going to be having a “Fancy Fall Tea” at The Meeting House, so we headed over there.

Adaline’s first tea party 🙂
Well, actually she did more purposely dropping silverware on the floor, running to look out of the window, and saying, “The nice lady will be right back.” every time the waitress left the table rather than actually having tea. But it still counts.

Tea sandwiches.

Our cute little tea pot for our table.

As usual Adaline barely ate a thing, but she had no trouble finishing off a chocolate petit four. I saw her go over to the window and look out with her little face pressed against the glass and when she walked away there was a nice chocolate smudgy mouth-print on the window. That’s classy 😉
After another visit at the window Adaline walked up to the end of the table and with big tears in her eyes and a sad voice she said, “I’m alright.” I said, “Oh honey, what’s the matter?!” to which she replied, “I touched the candle!” and burst into tears. 😦 Poor little thing. It was an electric candle, but it was hot from being plugged in all day. We got her some ice and she was fine.

Here is infamous candle. The chocolately mouth-print had already been wiped off by my mother (forgive her, she doesn’t understand yet that in the blogging world one must take photos of every little detail!).

Luckily for us there was only one lady sitting in a corner by herself sipping tea (without the sandwiches) so we had the whole place to ourselves to let the 2 year old run amuck in the tea room, throw silverware on the floor for fun, wipe her dirty mouth on the window, and burn herself. We brought a lot of ambiance to the place.
Well, if we weren’t distracting enough there were all of the passersby that would walk into the tea room see us sitting only a few feet from the door eating and drinking tea, proceed to walk around the corner going, “What is this, a tea room? Is this a shop? What is this?” to which my mom and I would reply, “Yes, it’s just a little tea room.” and then they’d mumble to themselves about how this used to be a store (an art store if they were knowledgeable) and then leave. This happened countless times. I’m not sure why everyone was so confused. When they walked in and saw my mom and I sitting at a table covered in linens and china and eating food…what did they think was going on? Did they think this was a store and we just happened to bring our own lunch, complete with tea set, and just start eating in the middle of the shop? One lady even walked up to our table (without acknowledging us) and picked up our tea pot and said to her friend, “Look at how cute this tea pot is!” There was no price tag on the tea pot. Our table was in front of a window and the tea pot was on the side of the table opposite from where the entrance was…so this lady had to walk behind my mom’s chair and pass her to the other side of the table directly across from where I was sitting and eating so that she could manhandle our tea pot. When she left I called after her, “Wait a minute! You forgot to stick your finger in the clotted cream!” Even with the chocolate mouth print on the window and the silverware on the floor we might’ve been the classiest people there.

The teapot feeling dirty and used after the unwelcome advances of a stranger…

While I didn’t get any photos of the layout inside, I did snap a picture before we went into the tea room and I put notes all over it to help you get a good visual.
(Click to enlarge the photo if you can’t read the text.)

It was time to leave Volant and I was hoping that we’d make it to the Apple Festival.

About 2 minutes before we got there Adaline fell asleep in the car. We wouldn’t have been able to go anyway because by this point (3pm) it was a sea of people and had we attempted to go we would’ve been miserable. We went home.

My only purchases for the day were Amish made bread and apple butter which I treated myself to on Sunday evening. It was sooo good and I used almost the entire jar of apple butter on those 3 slices of bread.

We’ll definitely make a trip to the Apple Castle sometime even though there won’t be a festival going on. I wonder which festival we’ll decide to attend next year…Volant or Apple Castle?

Have you attended the Volant Pumpkin Festival before? Please tell me in the comments section.

Feel free to email pictures of your trip to Volant or the Apple Castle if you would like them featured on the blog. I hope your family has a fantastically fun-filled fall! 🙂

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The Apple Castle

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Oh, no he didn’t!


I’ve sung my hubby’s praises on this blog before. I’ve told you why he’s so awesome, and showed you cute things he’s done, and the great Mother’s Day gift he gave me. Despite the picture I may paint here (my husband is a lot of wonderful things…but) he’s far from perfect. There are plenty of things that he does that leave me scratching my head or screaming at the top of my lungs…I just try to leave it off of the blog. Today is not one of those days, my friends.

On Friday night Adaline spent the night at my mom’s house. I woke up with a sore throat and decided to spend the day in bed. Cool Daddy had the weekend off so he was planning on painting our front steps and porch. I told him to get a color like what we already had…white with the slightest hint of blue. At some point my mom called to say that Adaline was upset and was asking for me, and since I only live a block away I tossed on some clothes to walk over to my mom’s house. I knew that I’d need to go out the back door so as not to walk on the freshly painted porch…but I decided to pop my head out of the front door to make sure my hubby had his keys. I opened the front door and saw this…
(Insert theme music from Physco here)


And then there was this

And this

Oh, yes. It wraps around the side of the house!

If this color looks familiar to you but you can’t put your finger on where you’ve seen it, let me help you.
Maybe it was here…

Or here…

Or even here…

What the…?

When I opened up the door and took a look at the paint on the porch and then looked at my husband. He had his faced all scrunched up and was bracing himself for an ear-lashing from me. “What? Why? I said white! Oh my goodness…why did you keep painting all of this, you wasted an entire day!” He gave me reasons such as, “It looked gray on the paint chip (??? I asked for white!), I thought it would lighten up as it dried (And turn to white?), I thought I should ask you to come and look at it and then I decided not to (Because your brain fell out of your ear?).

Just to give you a visual of what the previous porch color was…

Yeah, it’s just a tad off. 😉

Even though my hubby was still hard at work painting when I opened the door to this catastrophe, once I had indeed confirmed that it looked awful he was immediately embarrassed and wanted to go to the hardware store right away to get new paint before too many neighbors saw the porch. Naturally I said, “You are never picking out paint colors alone again.” So after stopping by my mom’s house to console Adaline and fill my mom in on the porch paint madness, I…with the sore throat, pregnant, having not showered yet that day, while it was 90 degrees outside…went with my husband to the hardware store.

Before we left for the hardware store I had to take photos…and since my husband was suddenly so embarrassed I hung a sign before we left lest any passerby thought we intentionally painted our porch that color (even though we sorta did).

The note reads:
Yeah, that’s NOT the right color!
(Never let Papa Smurf paint your porch!)

He showed me the paint chip he’d selected.
Yes that indeed looks very gray
(or not at all…and again I asked for “white”)

This is the color that I selected.

And here they are together.

When we got home from the store that evening my husband started putting the first coat on right away. He worked until it was dark out and I think he got everything covered with at least one coat. The next day he finished it up and here it is now…

Tada!





I had him replace the flowers in the front too since I didn’t care for the previous ones he planted over a month ago. I think the petunias look great, but it’s kinda hard to see in this light 😦

Now he has to find a way to get the blue paint off of the bricks so that it doesn’t look as though a Smurf was squashed on our sidewalk.

Believe it or not I wasn’t actually mad, I was mostly…confused.
And mildly amused…mildly.

When I went back upstairs that night before he went outside to repaint the porch he said, “I love you!” and I said, “I love you, too. Thanks for the blog post.”

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Bye-Bye Betty Bride


When I was born my maternal grandmother started a porcelain doll collection for me. Every year on my birthday and Christmas I would receive a new doll. When I was four years old I still had a bad thumb-sucking habit. I used to rub something silky, like the edging of a blanket, between my fingers and suck my thumb. I’d been known to reach up my paternal grandma’s skirt at church and grab on to her slip and suck my thumb. I had a habit that needed to be broken. I don’t remember how far into the “let’s break Jenny of her thumb-sucking habit” process we were when my aunt came up with an idea. My aunt told me that if I stopped sucking my thumb she would buy me a porcelain doll. I don’t recall whether or not I had seen the particular doll that I wanted before the offer was made or if she took me to the store afterwards to pick out my “goal doll”. All I remember is that before I had completely broken the habit I already had a specific bride doll in mind. I think that it was on display in a Hallmark store and little 4-year-old me thought that she was so pretty. I remember lying in my bed at night thinking, “I could suck my thumb and no one would see me!” and then my mom would call from downstairs, “Get that thumb out of your mouth!” (How did she know?!) I knew that I was going to have to do this honestly if I wanted to get my doll. I successfully quit sucking my thumb and the doll became mine. I named her Betty… Betty the Bride (I know, I’m so creative, right?! Don’t be jealous of my sweet, sweet naming skills.).

After years passed by I realized that Betty wasn’t as pretty as I thought she was. She was, in fact, pretty creepy. She looked like she could be the main character in a thriller about a doll that was possessed. Still, I kept her and had no plans of ever getting rid of her…4 year old me would’ve been so sad. I’d had her so long that despite her creepiness, she never gave me any nightmares 🙂

Now, I’m going to show you the only picture I have of Betty and I while I was child and I’m going to need you to focus. Remember, this is about Betty. It’s not about the Grand Ole Opry hair-do that is trying to eat my face or the giant red bow embellishing it, nor is it about the Pepto Bismal pink bedroom walls. It’s all about me holding Betty.

Have you regained your composure? Good, we can move on.

Last Saturday my mom was all like, “Hey, get over here and clean all of your crap out of my attic! Mmkay?!” asked me if I could help her clean out her attic. My mom is a thrower-outer and I’m a hoarder of memories saver. When we came across darling old Betty in a box my mom asked if I was still going to keep that ugly creepy doll. Naturally I told her “yes!”. We were going to move her into a different box and my mom picked her up horizontally with one hand under her head to hand her to me. Then we heard a crack…Betty’s face popped off!

While no tears were shed and I knew that it gave me a reason to part with her, I was still mildly upset that my mom broke her. She said that she barely touched her and naturally I responded with, “You don’t pick a doll up by the porcelain! You should’ve grabbed her torso!” (duh!) and my mom apologized although she mostly found it funny. I knew that I was going to get rid of Betty. There was no point, despite the sentiment, to attempt to glue her back together just to stick her back into storage. So I did what any weird sane person would do and took a bunch photos so that I could preserve my memory of Betty the Bride.

If she didn’t appear creepy and possessed before…check her out now with her head detached!

My mom clearly snapped her neck on purpose, what with her hands as hot as the blazing surface of the sun and her crazy herculean kung fu grip, she could’ve done it subconsciously with very little effort. I was certain that she was the one to blame.

But then…

When I was looking through the photos that I’d taken of Betty I noticed something. I came across Betty in a box with another doll while my mom wasn’t even in the attic. I snapped a picture of her lying in the box and then moved on to other things. If you look closely (okay, you don’t even need to look that closely) at the photo you can see a white crack on the right side of Betty’s face (left in the photo). I didn’t notice it when I had seen her in the box, but I noticed it in the picture. Betty’s face had already snapped off at some point while in storage. Whether it was from age, heat, or other boxes carelessly being stacked on top…her face was broken before my mom ever touched her.

Well. I guess I owe my mom an apology.
Mom, I’m sorry that I accused you of ruthlessly killing Betty in cold porcelain. I know that you didn’t do it right then and I hope that you can forgive me.

To be honest, I’m a little glad that I can get rid of her without any guilt or regret (Betty, not my mom ;)).

Goodbye, Betty! You were dearly loved and you will be dearly missed. Thank you for inspiring me to stop sucking my thumb (I tried it again in Middle School just for kicks and hated it!). Thank you for watching over me all of those years with your eerie, blinkless stare. Your memory will now live on in the blogosphere forever.

Do you have an ugly or creepy item from your childhood that you can’t part with?
Tell me in the comments!

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For more posts about my childhood check out my “Mommy’s Piggy Tales”!

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A (Long) Trip Down Bunnylane


Warning: This post is much longer than it should be. I was in the zone. I apologize in advance. Good thing I can count this as Wordful Wednesday 🙂

On Saturday we planned on traveling out to Volant for their various Easter festivities and also stopping by Kraynak’s in Hermitage, PA to see Bunnylane. It was raining quite a bit in our neck of the woods so we decided to drive out to Kraynak’s anyway since it’s an indoor activity and we’d stop by Volant if it dried up. It seemed like quite a far drive just to see Bunnylane. I was just hoping that meeting the Easter Bunny wouldn’t be as traumatic as our last trip to Kraynak’s to meet Santa and then again at the mall. Well.

A few weeks ago my mom and I drove out to Boardman, OH with Adaline and she fussed the entire ride there “up, out, down” (yippy). Thankfully she was a perfect angel during the trip to Kraynak’s. Not only did she not fuss, but she even did a little “dancing” in her car seat (these are the thrilling details here, people, try to stay awake). When we got to Kraynak’s we found one glorious available space in the front parking lot (yippy for real this time). It was still raining so Daddy rushed the little princess into the store as fast as he could. They were both still wet. Both of their hoods flew off during the sprint. When I finished attempting to dry off my family I had a really awesome view straight up Adaline’s nose since her Daddy was holding her and he’s 6’3 and I’m 5’1 (there goes those details again). I could see an entire family of dried kangaroos up there, and this is unacceptable, so I started picking at the poor dear in the middle of the store. She hated it and the people came by and took my Mother of the Year Award away.

I’m not sure exactly what time we arrived there, with all of the excitement from the rain and the boogers I forgot to check my watch (which would actually be my cell phone since I don’t wear a watch and you wanted to know this because, that’s right, you love the details), but it must’ve been the perfect time because there wasn’t a gigantic line for Bunnylane.

We went right into Bunnylane and Daddy walked Adaline around while I busied myself taking videos and photos of every precious second.

Here are 20 photos of Adaline looking at displays.
They are probably too small to see but when it comes to picking out photos of Adaline I am chronically indecisive. I’m certain that everyone wants to see her sweet little face from every.possible.angle. You are welcome.

Because I wasn’t thinking clearly when I made the photo collages I didn’t match up the photos of Adaline looking at the displays with the actual displays themselves. So now I shall show you displays and tell you about that while you’ll have to imagine what her face was like as she looked at them. If you’re really ambitious you can go back up to the collage of Adaline and try to match the tiny pics of her to the proper display, but that’s probably asking too much. Moving on…

The first display was the duckies and Adaline loved it. The song about “the one little duck with the feather on its back” was playing over and over. She didn’t want to leave that display, but eventually we got her to move on to the bees and the gnomes.

The bunny display had a tv with The Lonely Goatherd from The Sound of Music playing over and over. Adaline gave us a little shimmy, but wouldn’t let me catch it on camera. She liked the bunnies and pointed out “big” bunnies and what they were wearing and doing.

I’m not really sure why, but I love this picture of the back of her head! 😉

The next display was the most popular among the toddlers that were there…Sesame Street. I’m not sure exactly what Sesame Street in the Old West has to do with Easter or spring, but the kids loved it.

The wheel that Elmo is attached to was spinning. I find it a little disturbing to find a beloved Muppet strapped to a spinning wheel with the implication that someone was shooting arrows at him. The kids didn’t mind (sorry Elmo). Adaline loved pointing out and naming all of the characters and we had a hard time convincing her to go to the next display.

Adaline loves animals and she’s really good at naming a whole bunch of them so needless to say she love the Noah’s Ark display too. I’m not sure which animal was her favorite (I’m partial to the kangaroo with the animated joey popping out of the pouch 🙂 ), but she seemed the most excited about a barrel of apples that was towards the end of the display. Okay then.

With all of the political correctness these days I’m glad to see that Kraynak’s was not afraid to display The Last Supper and a Cross with a sign that says “Forgiven”. 🙂
Still the bearded mannequins freak me out a little. Or maybe a lot.

At the end of the display was the line to see the Easter Bunny, but they had just put up a sign saying that the Easter Bunny was going on a break. Fine. So I told hubby that we could walk around the store while we waited. This resulted in us spending a lot of money we hadn’t planned to spend. Oh well.

So, we started looking around and saw a person dressed as a big jellybean handing out…jellybeans (duh). Daddy was carrying Adaline and she seemed to like the jellybean and waved to it, but when I said, “Let’s take a picture with the jellybean” (with every intention of my husband being in the photo and not handing my daughter over to a giant candied stranger in the middle of a store), Adaline was suddenly scared of Mr. Jellybean and clung to her Daddy. She now didn’t want to be anywhere near the jellybean.
(Oh I can’t wait to see how this Easter Bunny thing will go…but they already took my Mother of the Year Award so what the hay?!)

Adaline loves playing the piano.
We’re thinking this might be a 2nd Birthday present 🙂

Eventually we go back to stand in line for the Easter Bunny. While we’re in line Adaline notices some bears on the other side of the rope that she didn’t notice when we’d left Bunnylane. We cross the rope to go visit the bears. Adaline gives them hugs and kisses, but never long enough to catch a decent photo. Use your imagination.

The whole time that we were shopping and while we were waiting for the Easter Bunny Adaline kept repeatedly asking for the ducky song. We told her we’d go see it again before we left.

We were getting closer to the Easter Bunny and finally we were waiting there while a little boy was on the Easter Bunny’s lap. Suddenly Adaline cries, “Big Bunny!” and when I tell her we have to wait and hold onto her before she runs over into the middle of some other kids photo…she starts to cry. I’m thinking that other people probably think that she’s crying because she’s afraid of the bunny, but she wasn’t. As soon as the little boy was out of sight I let her walk up to the Easter Bunny and she asks, “Touch?” and I tell her that she can and then I say, “Do you want to sit with the Easter Bunny?” She says yes and I put her right in his lap! She got slightly nervous when the bunny moved his arm (I’m pretty sure she thought it was a stuffed animal prior to that), but she was fine and started poking the Easter Bunny in the eye. Nice. I told the girl taking the picture that Adaline wouldn’t smile, but that didn’t stop her from trying over and over again to get her to smile. Okay. Then the Easter Bunny gave Adaline some Smarties.

I have video of this entire exchange which I was going to post here and then after seeing that I appear about 8 times bigger than I actually am (or than I actually think am I), it grossed me out and I decided to leave that little gem for immediate family. Sorry about your luck.

When we left the Easter Bunny I got into line to pay for our stuff while Hubby and Adaline got into line for Bunnylane. The line was long now, clear past the front door. By the time I was done with my purchase they were just approaching the Bunnylane entrance. Adaline was in ducky song heaven. It played over and over and over again and she stood there and stared at it and did a little wiggly dance that got a lot of ”awww”s from passersby. When someone else would dare to get too close to her beloved ducky display she would get upset and tell them “No! No!” Woah, there, settle down Princess NoNo the Duck Nazi…spoiled much?!

Here is a cute little video of Adaline dancing to the ducky song.
(If you’re reading this via email or a feed you’ll need to click through to the blog to view the video)

We stayed there for a good long time and let her watch the duckies and then I bribed her with chocolate to get her to leave. We drove away from Kraynak’s while Adaline happily munched on M&Ms and then Smarties from the Easter Bunny.

It wasn’t raining anymore and we were hungry so hubby and I decided to swing by Volant and see what was going on there. We decided to stop at a cute little restaurant, The Tavern on the Square, just outside of Volant, where we had stopped to eat when we went to The Apple Festival last October. Adaline was telling everybody about how she saw the Easter Bunny and he gave her candy and was wearing a blue bow and she poked him in the eye…and they thought she was adorable (maybe they would’ve felt differently had she poked them in the eye too). We had a nice lunch and Adaline was excited every time a horse passed by the window (attached to an Amish buggy).

There were guest books at every table, so I decided to sign one and then trace Adaline’s hand and date it. She’s always excited about getting her hand traced until the pen has to go in between her fingers and then she scrunches them up and tries to pull her hand away. This is why most of her hand tracings look like she has swollen thumbs and webbed fingers.

(I like to leave you little secretive notes on the pictures. Click on the photo (and then click again) to enlarge it and decode your secret message. Don’t forget to drink your Ovaltine.)

After eating we drove through Volant but it didn’t look like anything was going on there. We were too tired to walk in and out of the shops so we drove home.
A short way into the trip, this happened…

We really had a nice day together as a family. Adaline really enjoyed herself and I think it was definitely worth the trip to Hermitage. She’s still talking about the ducky song and of course how the Easter Bunny gave her candy and was wearing a blue bow and she poked him in the eye. Memories 🙂
Oh, and then the people came by and gave me back my Mother of the Year Award thankyouverymuch.
(though I’m fairly certain that once I hit publish the people will come by again and take away my Blogger of the Year Award that I like to pretend that I have and replace it with the Long-Winded Writer of the Year Award instead)

THE END.

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And so it begins…


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This isn’t a tantrum as much as it’s the first time she “sassed” me. I handled it by getting my camera and video taping her doing it, and it wasn’t public until I posted it on You Tube 😉


Last Monday we went for a walk. It was a really pretty day and Adaline had a great time walking and holding Mommy’s hand.

Mommy and Adaline take a walk on Jordan's "due date" (2011)

Adaline was really good the entire walk…until we got to the front porch. She started crying because she wanted to keep walking, but it was bedtime and we needed to go inside.

We got inside the house and put Muppet in his cage (We always do this while putting Adaline to bed since Muppet has a reputation for peeing on our bed skirt when we’re not in the room!). Adaline didn’t want to leave the room. She’s been saying “no” for quite awhile, but that night she started saying, “No! I said no!”. What did I do when my little one defied me?! I got out the video camera to see if she’d say it again so that I could put it on my blog…just like any good mother would do 😉

The Terrible Twos? I don’t know. At just shy of 20 months Adaline has put a new spin on her “no”. She’s been saying it a lot lately. Last week she threw a couple of tantrums too. Those were fun.

Overall she’s still very well behaved and listens really well. She’s just having some “moments”. The “I said no!” thing must come from me, because that’s often what I say to her. We managed to end the evening like this…

Adaline has actually been having a really rough month. She started off with a bad case of the kangaroos. As soon as that cleared up she went right into potty troubles with terrible diaper rash, something that we’re still dealing with (which is another 13 posts or so, if I ever have time to write them!).

Between her not feeling well and her new found ‘tude I haven’t had a lot of free time for blogging (it took me a week to post the video). *Sigh*

If you’ve always wondered what my melodious speaking voice sounds like you’ll want to click here to watch the video of Adaline telling me no. You’ll have to view it on my Facebook page since I’m unable to post videos on the blog.

**Edited to add that I opened a YouTube account so that I can post videos on the blog…so the video is now embedded above for your viewing enjoyment. If you have any difficulties with it you can still watch it on Facebook.


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Seuss Fails


We’ve been having a lot of Dr. Seuss related fun around these parts this month, but there were a few little hiccups along the way that I haven’t shared with you yet. In the spirit of keeping things real, here are my Seuss fails…

During Dr. Seuss Storytime at Target I got out the juice box that they supplied in the gift bag. This was the first time Adaline ever had a juice box, so naturally I didn’t give it to her to hold. She reached for it anyway and gave it a good squeeze and we got juice all over her pants and the carpet.

At the library Adaline was enjoying a piece of cake and some Goldfish crackers. I noticed some fuzz stuck to Adaline’s mouth which I tried to remove. Right after the photo was taken I lost grip on the plate and dropped the Goldfish all over the floor. The cake pretty much fell on her shirt so we were able to save it, but there was blue (green?) icing on her shirt and it needed to be washed for the second time in three days.

To save time I beat the eggs for our Splendiferous Dr. Seuss Breakfast the night before and stuck them in the fridge with a plate over the top. The next morning I didn’t have a good grip and when I pulled the bowl out of the fridge I spilled the eggs everywhere.

I traced Adaline’s right hand with no trouble, but when I tried to trace her left hand she started whining and pulling her hand away. It took some tickling to get her ready to have her hand traced.

Just in case you couldn’t see her little upset face, here it is again with a giant arrow.

I didn’t think through this craft project which I mentioned here. I should’ve left Thidwick’s original antlers out of my drawing and pasted the hands coming directly out of his head. For whatever reason I drew the antlers anyway, but her hands weren’t big enough to cover them completely, so I had to move them up so that the other antlers didn’t show. This just makes it look like Thidwick is wearing gloves on his antlers.

It wasn’t that bad, I guess, but the green eggs all over the fridge were pretty gross.

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