about time

Tomorrow is my fourteenth wedding anniversary.  This year I'm giving my wife a new kitchen.

Before you give me too much credit, understand that she has been asked to put up with quite a lot to get that kitchen.  You see, my wife marked our seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth anniversaries in a very uninspiring and substandard "temporary" kitchen, while I remodeled the real kitchen (along with over half the total square footage of our home). 

When I purchased this home, I had a dream of creating a nice home for my family, "with my bare hands".  It was a nice dream that soon turned into a nightmare, because I grossly underestimated the scope of the project and the time investment.  In my defense, I ended up doing a lot more than I originally intended, but I was still way off in my estimates.  My bride has endured much because of this decision, and I wish I could reverse the decision I made several years ago.  Too late, now!

Recently, my project required me to remove the heat duct from her "temporary" kitchen to re-route it into the new kitchen.  I did this in the spring, with the promise that, while it may be short some trim, she would be cooking in her new kitchen by "heating season", which I unofficially deemed November 1st.

Of course, she doubted my promise... after that many years, it felt as though she would never get a real kitchen!

But, although I am eight days overdue (well, I'm a lot more than eight days overdue, but eight days on my most recent promise), I took tomorrow off work for our anniversary, and I plan to spend most of the day cleaning my tools and the last of my dust out and "giving her the keys" to a new kitchen!  I think moving day will officially be Saturday for the major appliances, but she is starting to trickle some kitchen items over to the other side.  Sunday dinner will likely be the first official use of a space in our home that has been unoccupied since we moved here in 2004!

Yes, it's about time.  No, I shouldn't have asked that much of her.  I'm disappointed with myself for the hardship this project has caused my family.  But, it feels good to finally follow through with a dream.  I've learned a lot the hard way, and when I set the "heating season" goal, the kitchen was still an empty room with unpainted walls and no cabinets, but I had enough experience to be confident that it was realistic.  And, I'm a day away from delivering on that promise and getting Jen in a much deserved kitchen!

Sorry, Jen.  Thanks for enduring.  Enjoy the kitchen.  Happy Anniversary!

Bennywood

In West Mifflin, Pennsylvania (a suburb of Pittsburgh), in an area you wouldn't expect to find it, sits a gem known as Kennywood Amusement Park.  Nestled under acres of mature shade trees, with its mix of bigger-badder-faster thrill rides and numerous traditional amusement rides, Kennywood is a classic family park where you can still tote your family-sized coolers of food and non-alcoholic drinks through the gates and leave them parked on a table in one of the park's many clean picnic areas... for the entire day.  It's a place where "company picnics" are still actual picnics, groups wear matching T-shirts to identify themselves, and the click-click-click and clack-clack-clack of wooden roller coasters abound.

I've lived within a reasonable drive of Kennywood my entire life, but had never visited the park until this past Sunday. 

How the trip came to be is a story in itself, but it's my blog, and I'd rather blow by most of those details.  Long story short, it was originally planned and sponsored by Jen's aunt as a group trip for 3 aunts, 2 nieces (my wife being one of the nieces), and the 7 children of the nieces (4 of the 7 being ours).  I have wanted to take my kids to an amusement park for the past few years, but had not, mostly because of my employment/financial situation over that time period.  I was not scheduled to work the day of the proposed trip, and I am comfortable hanging out with her aunts at family functions (most of the men of Jen's family are camo-wearin', deer-slayin', fish-filletin' types, and, while I consider myself an outdoorsman with nothing against those activities, I'm more of a backpack-haulin', trail-hikin', gorp*-likin' type).  So, I thought it natural to invite myself to tag along (at my own expense) to share this first-time experience with my kids.  I guess it wasn't so natural.  Well, actually, I guess I didn't handle myself too diplomatically (I write more diplomatically than I sometimes live).  I unintentionally created an awkward situation by messing with the dynamics of a tradition of ladies/childrens days out... Well, OK... I unintentionally made a butt of myself... but, I'm blowing by those details, remember?  The end result was that Jen's aunt graciously blessed us by sponsoring an opportunity for the six of us to spend a day to ourselves at Kennywood, allowing me to enjoy experiencing my kid's first trip to an amusement park.

*Gorp - Trail mix featuring "Good Ol' Raisins and Peanuts", or any variety thereof.

While Hurricane Irene was shredding our eastern coastline, she threw our area a slightly overcast, dry, upper-70's, low humidity Sunday... perfect for enjoying a road trip to Kennywood.  The gates opened at 10:15 and the rides started at 11:00.  We rolled out pretty early, Garmin programmed, ETA: 10:15.  For many reasons, we were unsure how the day would go with Benny... could be really good, could be really bad.  (If you're not sure why, visit here, then here.)  I didn't know it at the time, but about an hour into the drive, when I caught this rare view in the rear view, it was a foreshadowing of the good day Benny would have.

I poked Jen and whispered, "turn around".  She quickly grabbed the camera...

We were nearly to Kennywood when the Garmin directed us to exit near downtown Pittsburgh.  However, the exit was closed.  She (I haven't named her yet) did some quick "recalculating" and looped us through some neighborhood streets to bring us back to make another attempt at our closed exit.  Now, if you know anything about Pittsburgh, you'll know that it's all hills and rivers... 3 major rivers and everything is on a hillside.  At one point, she turned us left onto West Sycamore Street, a very narrow and very steep street.  In fact, it was so steep (the Google Maps photo link does not give justice to the actual steepness) that the boys had a moment of panic from the back of the van, thinking the van could not climb it... and then as we started up the hill, they asked if it were possible for the van to tip over backwards.  Jen, too, was a little concerned and felt the urge to lean forward to help balance the front and keep it on the ground.  We went several blocks up West Sycamore, at times squeezing through tightly parked cars on both sides of the street, over the top, then down the winding and steep other side.  We raised our hands in the air (well, all but me) on the way down.  I joked with the boys that they hadn't seen anything yet... if they couldn't handle West Sycamore Street (our first ride of the day), how were they going to handle actual roller coasters?

First things first, we staked out our picnic station for the day.  We then selected the Jack Rabbit as our first ride... well, if you don't count West Sycamore Street!  The line was just starting to form, and we would make the first run of the morning.  Lily only had a vague idea about amusement parks, and really didn't know what she was in for, but she happily stood in line to get the party started.  Dylan and Zachary had a better idea, but were still blissfully ignorant, as evidenced by their comment, "that's really no big deal", while we watched the park staff run the trains through a few empty test cycles.  The Jack Rabbit was a great classic wooden coaster, but I think I still have Lily's fingernail imprints in my left arm!  The boys admitted that it was a little more than they anticipated, and they felt like they were going to fly off the track.  Yeah, boys, I think that's part of the thrill!

Jack Rabbit line

Exiting the Jack Rabbit

Lily said the coaster scared her, but she kinda liked it.  Yep, me too, girl.  She wanted to do something without hills, so we got on the nearby Paratrooper.  She thought it looked mild enough, until it lifted and tilted at it's 45 degree angle, at which point she insisted I make them let her off the ride.  This time, fingernail imprints in the right arm!

Lily and Dad on the Paratrooper

Dylan and Zachary on the Paratrooper

Two rides into the day, and I think I traumatized my daughter.  So we calmed it down with some turns around the Merry-Go-Round, this being Benny's inaugural ride.  I think, by this time, I had lost Lily's trust, because she insisted I get her a fixed bench... unsure what to expect from those crazy horses going up and down.  Benny loved the Merry-Go-Round, yelling, "Go!" and "Horsey!"

Lily, liking the calmness of a bench

Ben's first ride

Camera hams

Grand Prix bumper cars were one of the favorite family attractions

Lunchtime!  (note to self:  open pop cans + late August = bee invasion!)

After lunch, we did a variety of groupings of all six together and mixes of separate adult/various kids throughout the day.  The size and layout of the park was such that we often bumped into each other if we were in two groups.  It was easy to communicate with our cell phones to rendezvous, regroup, or swap kids. 

Benny had no nap, but was fabulous.  We were concerned that he would make the day miserable.  With his sensory "issues" we feared the crowds, noises, and ride stimulus would fry him.  Just the opposite.  He soaked in every minute of it, and resisted falling asleep in the stroller, not wanting to miss a moment.  He had no fear of any of the rides he experienced, both Kiddieland and select ones in the main park.  In fact, he really surprised us all, coming alive on the rides and getting off when they stopped saying, "again, again!"

Ben and Lily loved Kiddieland

Zachary was at an age to enjoy the whole park, even some of Kiddieland

Benny loved the Kiddieland version of the Turtle

Daddy's can enjoy Kennywood's Kiddieland, too!

Kenny Kangaroo

Well, at least Kenny always strikes a great pose

Going for a little mid-afternoon boat ride

Splashdown!  first of two hills

Zachary and I on the Kangaroo

the Musik Express, another favorite

I had a bit of a hard time fitting my long legs into the Musik Express

the Bayern Kurve

Lily thought the idea was to ride everything "no-hands"!

lovin' every minute of it!

sharing Mama's slushy

Jen says they were showing patriotism

Benny had to show his slushy tongue

photo op by a cool nighttime fountain

As the evening was winding down, I was with Dylan, Lily, and Ben.  I decided to give Benny a shot at the Turtle, since the Kiddieland version was one of his favorites of the day.  He loved, loved, loved the full-sized version!  We rode it a few times (the line was really short), when Jen called to say we should meet up and think about heading home... since the kid's first day of school was the next day.

What does anyone really do on the first day of school anyway? 

I told her I wasn't ready to call it a day yet... I wanted to remember just a few more smiles on my kid's faces.  The Turtle cars held up to six... I told her she had to come and let us all ride together before we left... she had to see Benny lovin' the Turtle.  She was tired, but she agreed.

By this time, it was dark, and the Turtle line was nearly non-existent, except for a small handful of "Turtle groupies" that kept getting off and right back on nearly continuously.  Once Jen and Zachary met up with us, we joined the ranks of the Turtle groupies.  Benny laughed, smiled, and shouted, "Hooray!", "Go!", "Whoa!", "Hold on!", and "Oh my!"  Each time the ride stopped, Benny would look at me expectantly and say, "Again?"  OK, buddy, I don't want to forget this memory...

Benny at the head of the line... we're next... again!

9 PM and still running without a nap!

"Hold on!", he says (with green M&M smudges on his cheeks)

What a great way to end a great day (at one point Zachary was heard to say, "this is the BEST day of my life!")... me and five of my favorite people packed in the front Turtle car, with my favorite un-napped toddler (who we feared would make the day miserable), leading the charge at 9:15 PM!  "Go!  Go!  Go!"

Zachary, I'd have to agree... it was a really good day!  I hope I long remember the smiles and the laughter on the faces of my four kids, and the memories of this trip to... Bennywood?

a day on the lake

I had a real weekend this past week... Saturday AND Sunday off!  That hasn't happened too many times in the past year.  I originally requested it because Jen, in a moment of insanity, planned to go camping Friday through Sunday with her parents, who were camped on a waterfront site at a local state park.  Remembering the effort of packing for a family of six and camping with Benny (at the same park) this time last year, her better judgement returned, and she decided to just make it a day trip on Saturday.

Lily took her bike, which she recently learned to ride without training wheels, and Grandpa helped her with some fishing.  Zachary took his bike and his fishing gear.  Dylan took his fishing gear and a favorite book.  The four adults took turns keeping Benny out of the water... and the road... and the neighbor's campsites... you get the picture!

The state park had canoe, kayak, and pedal boat rentals... hourly or daily.  The boys had asked me to rent a pedal boat on other occasions, and (being the cheapskate that I am) I had never rented one.  At Jen's suggestion, I went to the concession to price the rentals... $10 per hour or $40 per day.  I asked if I could exchange boats throughout the day if I paid for the daily rental, and they agreed, so (at the suggestion of my wife) I splurged and paid for the daily rental.  The boy's excitement was priceless... sometimes it's the simple things.

I have wanted a kayak for a while, but I have other priorities.  Do you see a theme here... (being the cheapskate that I am)?  I had never actually used a kayak, so I started out the day with a single person.  It wasn't exactly the style of kayak that I want, but it was good enough to get the idea. 

I paddled around for a while, then let the kids try it out.  I hooked a rope to it at first (training wheels for a kayak), making sure they would be able to maneuver it a little way from the shore and back to me, before turning them loose to go a little further into the inlet.  Dylan and Zachary passed the test and I let them paddle independently (but close to the campsite).

Jen tried it out, and liked it... which is a plus if I ever actually decide to purchase a kayak, or two.  Of course, I would need to sell my canoe first, and apply that to the purchase of a kayak.

I asked Lily if she wanted to try.  Of course, she, who never backs down from a challenge, enthusiastically said yes.  I didn't let her off the rope, but she handled it pretty impressively for her size.

Jen's parents

Dylan's perfect day... fishing and reading.

After we had our fun with the kayak, I exchanged it for a five person pedal boat.  The boys were so excited.  I'm not sure how many miles they pedaled on the lake that day, but they were in that boat almost the whole day.  I'd say they got my money's worth.

We cruised the lake

The Farmer's Insurance blimp flew over the lake

They used it as their bass boat

more fishing

more cruising

The boys taking the ladies for an evening cruise

The two skippers loving "their" boat

Lily caught several fish with Grandpa's help.  I think she might be "hooked" on fishing.  Sunday afternoon she was telling me, "Daddy, I need a tackle box... and a jar to put worms in."  She can be a girlie girl, but she's not afraid to keep up with a house full of boys!  I guess I need to be learning how to fish.