Fank you Rocktober! Goodnight!

Ok, so this is what happens when you wait to take the Halloween pictures AFTER trick or treating. So I didn't get many great shots, but this one is kinda fun (with super fun friends) and this one really encapsulates how I felt this week after many late night playoff games and a WORLD SERIES VICTORY with the Sox. Good sweet Lord almighty I am tired. Also, Carmen was adorable in her class play about a pumpkin... she played a cat (of course) and owned it.  So yes, while I am not sad to see 2013 Halloween come to an end, I am wistful that this could be the last year one of our girls wears a Dorothy costume... I think we'll keep it on hand just in case.

Don't Fall On Me...

For the Mothers Goose... fall means lots of good things: football, (and this year Sox in the Series!) sweaters and of course corn mazes with the Troutmans. This was our third year braving the maze and suffice it to say it is "old hat" to these kids now. Fall also means amazingly beautiful weekends in Maine goofing around with friends and of course, getting older... but we don't really talk about that. No, I'd rather discuss the fact that the Mothers Goose exchanged matching anniversary cards. Guess that's what you get for knowing someone half of their life. Crazy, right?

September Whiplash...

Right, so school started and our kids looked like this. One was returning to a familiar pre-K classroom, and the other was venturing into THE FIRST GRADE. Her feelings on the subject were captured here. We are a few weeks in now and both seem to be loving life... but to be fair, they love life quite frequently. And why not? They have awesome parents who take them places like this and this with fun people like this. As all parents of school-aged children know, September is swirling emotional cauldron of frayed nerves and exhaustion (and that's just the moms)... luckily, the girls know when we need their support. And on the really tough September days, when we just don't think we'll make it to Friday, the Mothers Goose can pull up this blog, watch something like this, and know that we only get 'em this way for a minute... and that even these rough and rocky Septembers will be gone all too soon.

Fairy Tales Can Come True...

It can happen to you...

When spend a fabulous weekend at a wedding in Lake Tahoe! 

Ok, so the verse needs work but the sentiment remains the same. The Mothers Goose wrapped up the month of August in grand style by traveling to our dear cousin Heather's wedding in Lake Tahoe, CA. And as you can see, our girls were lucky enough to be in_the_wedding... more excited flower girls have never before existed in the history of time, I promise you. Our journey there was a long one with airport layovers, shuttle delays and car rental waiting but the girls (and Nonne!) were rock stars the entire trip and upon arrival were all smiles... and with scenery like this, how could you not be? We were smart enough to arrive early in order to squeeze in some extra family time which we greatly enjoyed. Mountain top swimming, cocktails and hot tubs? YES PLEASE! 

On the day of the "big event" the girls loved getting all dolled up (Carmen kept asking, "are my curls still there?") and I have to say, they were off the charts on the "awwwwneesss scale" (what, that's not a scientific measurement? well it should be!). The wedding itself was beyond beautiful and the happy couple set the tone for the entire weekend... family, fun and foolishness. Or maybe it should read funny foolish family? Say what you will about my clan, but whenever the extended group gathers you are guaranteed laughs (belly), drinks (copious) and happy tears (buckets). How lucky are we?

And So the Story(land) Goes...

If the end of August landed the Mothers Goose in uncharted waters (more on that later), the beginning of the month found us in familiar territory. Far north up the Granite State lies a land that caters to the whims and fantasies of the 48" and under set. It is a land of ill-mannered kids loosely parented by obese adults in tank tops. Yes it is Storyland, where the Mothers Goose and our trusted travel companions the Troutmans go to feel good about their aging appearances and parenting skills. Seriously, in that environment we are all glamorous rock stars with Super Nanny-esque talents. I AM SO JUDGEY! Somehow I managed not to dislocate my arm casting aspersions and had fun anyway... see? All kidding aside, our children really do love spending the weekend with friends and running themselves ragged. Luckily, we make them do all the work... we just tag along to document the fun. Once the last drop of mirth was squeezed out of Storyland, we trucked on over the famed Kangamangas Highway (which our girls deemed at turns "sooo beautiful" and "booorrrring") to one of New England's most storied tourist traps: Clark's Trading Post. We saw trained bears do tricks, got vertigo in a crooked house and stood outside in the rain... and still, we had fun. Oh, speaking of bears... did I mention we saw a real life wild bear during our apres-Storyland cocktails from our porch? Yep, it's true. I'd ask Kelby to share his picture with you, but turns out you can't take a picture of a black bear in the dark.

Vacation July 2013: Camp Itchy Scratchy

This year we had everything going for us. Some fun pre-camp activities around Boston to take in the sights and a birthday to celebrate upon arrival at camp. We had a spacious six bedroom house on Big Sebago during an unprecedented Maine heatwave... what more could we ask for, right??! Well, for starters the absence of schistosomatidae would be one small request. What is schistosomatidae you ask? Allow me to provide you with the answer. In a word, and pardon my French, it sucked. Of course, just the 7 kiddos were affected... on the first day of camp. Yeah. That Sunday first afternoon, when one started to complain "mama I feel itchy" and then several others chimed in and then shortly thereafter all flippin hell broke loose with agonizing screaming and crying we knew we had a serious issue on our hands. Good thing we were located within a 5 minute drive to the store because several bottles of Aveeno anti-itch lotion and some Benedryl pills later, all was right-ish with the world. Ever ones to make lemonade out of lemons though, we did have a fantastic week. We rented a water trampoline (to encourage deep water activity, apparently the little parasite likes shallow water best) and some lawn-sport activities as well. Desperate times call for desperate measures people and that meant witnessing Mr. Cuba on more than one occasion... there are some things that cannot be unseen, I am truly sorry. As always, Uncle B spoiled us with an array of tasty treats and the children were spoiled by 24/7 cousin silliness and nightly movie screenings. Speaking of movies, if you're ever curious what goes on in the mind of my 4 year old daughter, she was kind enough to take this home video to show you her take on camp.  So another year of camp in the books, and it certainly was a memorable one... but hey, if you're going to spend a week itching, scratching and looking like a leper, may as well do it with family, right?!?

Happy Birthday America...

And Uncle Tony too, of course. July 4th always brings about much celebration... this year we decided to up the ante by attending a Sea Dogs game ON the 4th which gave our kiddos their first taste of fireworks. They were a bit loud (Luce covered her ears) but Carmen kept telling her, "It's not that loud Lucia!" and she also kept telling the fireworks how lovely they were by shouting, "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" repeatedly. It was adorable. The weather gave us lots of opportunities for fun in the sun and as always tasty food abounded. Speaking of fun in the sun and tasty food, I have to go pack for CAMP!