Regattas & Pumpkin Floats

Foggy morning corn maze on a no-school day!

Another week of separation down and we're now racing the clock against decent Fall weather before the real cold hits.  Bryon didn't get back from Louisiana until late on Saturday night but we still made a point to enjoy our entire Sunday as a family.  The destination?  Cambridge, MA.

It's the home of Harvard and MIT, and you can feel that the instant your feet hit the pavement.  One walk down a main drag and we were surrounded by students, bookshops, art, music and plenty of good food.  But the real reason we chose to see Cambridge on this particular Sunday was the 2016 Head Of The Charles River Regatta.  This regatta has been around since 1965 and draws hundreds of thousands of rowers.  We walked across a bridge and planted ourselves on the banks of the Charles River and soaked it in.  (Now, I'm not well versed in crew terminology, so forgive me if I use any of the following terms incorrectly.)  Bryon and I thoroughly enjoyed watching the racing shells speed by, especially listening to each cox (person responsible for pace-setting, steering, etc.) coordinate the power and rhythm of the team.  Most of the races we saw were coxed fours (4 people, each with 1 oar) with the 5th person (the "cox") in the nearly laying within the bow (as opposed to sitting upright at the stern).  It was funny for Bryon and me to imagine competing a race where you face backwards the entire time!

Although we were content to sit and watch for hours, we knew our time was up when Maksim and Deklan became more interested in trying to coax the nearby geese out of the water than viewing the actual races.  So, off to Boston Common we went.

I'd brought the boys' Halloween costumes (both firefighters) along because there was an annual "Pumpkin Float" held at the Boston Common Frog Pond that evening.  On our walk to the Frog Pond, we passed a fire station and the firefighters just loved seeing our 2 boys dressed up in full gear!  The funniest thing was that when we stopped at "Saus" - a restaurant I'd been set on scoping out - a few blocks down the way, the building had been evacuated and the fire alarm was echoing.  Although it was a false alarm, the SAME firefighters we'd just met got a good laugh when they showed up and our 2 little firefighters had beat them to the scene!

Ladder drills.

The Pumpkin Float had a great turnout!  Attendees were welcome to bring their own carved pumpkins to be placed on a foam board and set out to float on the pond.  Hundreds of pumpkins were delivered!  The boys had a blast playing at the playground, dancing to music and people/Halloween costume watching - which was awesome because we were able to relax on a blanket in the park overlooking the pond and avoid the crowded lines for vendor booths and candy giveaways.  Maks' favorite costumes included an adult sized Ninja Turtle and adult Werewolf.  We stayed just until the sun set so that we would see the pumpkins floating in the darkness on the water (it was too dark for decent photos!) and then called it a night!

Checking things out.

Never a dull moment. 

Yep.  He's definitely mine.

Next stop: Halloween!  (Deklan and I have been preparing accordingly!)

Halloween: when SCARY MOMMY is totally acceptable.

Lately...

If you know anything about me, you know how much I struggle with the displacement we experience as a military family.  Frankly, the military can make me crazy.  CRAZY.  When I first heard that Bryon was about to spend a week in Shreveport, I immediately became jealous of the warmer (albeit more humid!) weather he'd be enjoying.  I laugh even writing this.  Jealous?  Of Shreveport?  I couldn't possibly count the times I cursed that place while we were there.  Nonetheless, I found myself becoming jealous of the fact that he was going back.  It's the place we both settled into our jobs.  It's the place we became parents.  It's the place we brought Maksim home for the very first time and settled into our new normal.  It's the place I became a stay-at-home-mom.  It's the place Maksim took his first steps, learned to swim, played out in the backyard with Kira for hours on end, celebrated his first birthday and learned he was going to be a big brother.  It feels a little bit like Louisiana was the real beginning of "us."

Truth be told, Louisiana isn't at the top of my list of places we've lived - not by a long shot.  However, I've come to feel that I'd really be ok with returning to any of the places we've been stationed.  In all reality, from Texas to Louisiana to Florida to New Hampshire...there's a little bit of home in each of those places.  And, for me, returning to something "known" and "comfortable" is a heck of a lot more welcoming than the dreaded unknown of a new place.  Relocating should be exciting and full of opportunity and adventure.  And, believe me, there was once a time where moving was all about those things.  But, after 33 years and 10 states to call home (2 of which I've lived in twice and 1 of which I've lived in 3 different times...that's essentially 13 states in 33 years AND doesn't account for the multiple residences I've lived at within those states!), I'm feeling like I've earned the right to say, "I'm done!".  It's no wonder that I'm at a loss for any feeling of "roots" in my life.  Moving: I long to be finished with this chapter - at least for a substantial period of time.  I want to unpack the moving boxes and throw them away because I don't intend to use them again!  I want to paint my house, hang pictures on the walls and enjoy furniture that intentionally fits into select rooms.  I want to buy a home without resale being the #1 factor for the purchase.  I want to mark my kids' heights on a door frame instead of a piece of 2x4 that's mobile.  I want traditions that stay within the walls of my house and the constraints of my "home" city/state.  I want the mundane routine of things/people/places I know (and honestly, the majority of me always has).  But doesn't everyone?  I guess I can sum it all up with:

"Y'all, this move has been HARD."

On the upside, the vast network of connections we make as a result of our military experience is undeniable.  When else would Bryon have been able to spend a week in Louisiana and come home with a fresh loaf of made-from-scratch honey wheat bread from my sweet friend?  It's things like that which kind of make up for all the rest of it.  At least in the short term.  And the fact that I can call a handful of people I've met along the way LIFELONG friends?  Relationships I'd have otherwise never stumbled upon?  Well, that helps make up for it in the long run.

Halloween Craftin' and Pumpkin Patchin'

We've had a Fall filled with Halloween crafts.  That's right.  Us.  Crafty.  Believe it.

Daddy proved his skills with an x-acto knife and some empty water jugs to make Maksim's Halloween skeleton.  His favorite part?  Riding in the car with his new, spooky friend.

Word on the street was that Maksim was very concerned about the lack of a 5-point harness for his friend.  Skeletons gotta buckle up for safety, too!

We attended our small town's Cider Festival, but I'm out of photos from the event.  Live music, pumpkin decorating, face painting, hay rides and pressing our own cider.  The pumpkins made their way home, but the cider disappeared before the day was over.

Guess who received flowers?  That'd be me.  Rare occurrence.

Our neighboring small town hosts a Pumpkin Festival every year.  We were sure to check it out, as locals raved about it.  All in all, it was pretty fair-like.  Mostly deep fried foods (seriously, everything), vendor booths and kids' rides/games.  Maks chose to save his Halloween money for his costume and buying a pumpkin, so we skipped out on the rides.  However, Daddy was quick to offer up his own "fun money" and teach the boys to aim and shoot.  No surprise there.

Maksim

Deklan

Our little library is quaint, in the middle of "the village," and keeps us occupied with fun events.  No-carve pumpkin decorating was a hit.  We walked away with a blood thirsty bat, a bejeweled beauty, a melted Crayola mess and a spooky spider webbed gourd.

No mess pumpkin decorating FTW!

BUT...What's Fall without a trip to the Pumpkin Patch?  Before Bryon boarded a plane for Louisiana for a week, we loaded up the car and drove down to Massachusetts to visit Parlee Farms.

Another rare occurrence.  Family photo.  NEED. TO. BOOK. FAMILY. PHOTOS. STAT!

Each boy got to pick his perfect pumpkin.  For Maksim, that meant the BIGGEST pumpkin we'd allow.  On the other hand, we needed to direct Deklan away from the tiny, cream colored pumpkins towards something we could actually carve.  The selected pumpkins will stay safely hidden at home until Bryon returns next weekend for carving.  If not for hiding them, I'm sure the poor gourds wouldn't last a week in my children's' not-so-gentle care.  In the meantime, wish me luck flying solo for a week with my own 2 pumpkins - 3 if you count Kira.

New England Fall

"Fall is my favorite."
"Nothing beats a New England Fall."
"You're going to LOVE it."
"I'm so jealous."
...

I could go on and on about all of the wonderful things I've been told about Fall in New England, but I'll just post some photos of our adventures instead.

Our favorite tree outside of our weekday morning stop at Hampshire Hills Sports & Fitness Club.

The cool, crisp air has been a welcome change from the heat of Florida, but I'm still desperately missing my Sunshine State roots.  No better way to take my mind off what I'm missing than to fully submerse myself in what's right outside of my new front door.  Welcome to my (current) world.

We've been experiencing quite a drought up here, and the leaves have been slow to change color.  But the temps have started to decline and I knew I wanted to make a drive up to the White Mountains before things turned wintry in the higher elevations.

I've really wanted to do a 3.5 hour scenic drive with multiple stops around the White Mountains during leaf season, but seeing as it's a 2 hour drive just to get up there, that's too much car time in 1 day for our boys.  So, we decided to hit the highlights that would be most interesting as a family for a quick day trip.

Franconia Notch State Park.  The Flume.  This beauty is a natural gorge that extends 800 feet at the base of Mount Liberty.  As we're in the Granite State, walls of granite rose around us between 70-90 feet as we made our way through the 12-20' wide paths.  Narrow width paths surrounded by endless granite walls didn't make for optimal photo taking at the most breathtaking points of The Flume, though.  Oh well, the experience is typically more exciting than a photo anyhow!

We hiked a relatively easy 2 mile loop that didn't disappoint with views of streams, waterfalls, lakes, historic bridges and plenty of fall leaves.

Pemigewasset River Bridge, 1886.

New England Fall

A short drive took us to Cannon Mountain.  However, when Bryon went to purchase our aerial tram tickets the vendor told us that it was single digit temperatures at the summit and ZERO visibility.  He recommended that we come back in a few hours, if possible.

3 hours (and full bellies) later, we hopped on the gondola and made our way to the summit.  I was expecting views of the mountains with green, yellow, orange and red covered hills.  A sighting of Canada off in the distance (not kidding!).  I got all of that...

On our way up...

...What I wasn't expecting was we neared the final stretch was frost covered treetops.  FROST (not kidding, again)!

Perfect mix of seasons.

Holding on to Autumn AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.  I feel ya.

Summit surprise.

Immediately after stepping off the gondola.  50 degree swing.  Freezing my face off.

Winter phobias aside, it was surreal  Quite like we'd walked into Narnia.  Bitter-cold and windy (it's definitely time for us to invest in some top quality cold weather gear)...but absolutely stunning.  The gentleman operating the tram on the way down said that he's worked there for 10 years and today was the best view he's ever seen.  I'll take it!

We may just have to head back for skiing in the Winter!

I'd anticipated on driving to some more waterfalls and trails, but the 3 hour lunch layover changed the itinerary.  With the days getting shorter, we had just enough time to drive home for the boys' usual bedtime.  Maybe the weather will cooperate and allow us to visit one more Saturday before winter arrives.  Hey, a girl can dream.

Learning to keep his hands in his pockets for warmth.

Never too cold for a smile from this one.