If I had a bucket list a hot air balloon would definitely be on it. Months ago (September!) Luke surprised me with the chance to check it off. Unfortunately weather didn’t permit us actually getting into the balloon and after several attempts to reschedule we were finally able to climb aboard last Friday. Third time’s the charm!
Confession, I have a new-found obsession with fruit picking as an activity. I have these really fond memories of going to Apple Hill as a child and picking apples but it wasn’t something I ever went in search of as an adult. However, after our delightful trip to The Berry Ranch last week and today’s excursion to Tyler’s Rocky Point Orchard, my love for fruit picking is in full bloom.
I have been in a funk ever since Luke and I decided not to do an international trip this year. We tossed around the idea of Ireland, Greece, London, or the Bahamas but nothing really gave us peace. And now that we are in the process of buying a house, not spending money on a big trip makes even more sense. But I love to travel and the idea of being landlocked in Idaho felt like a form of torture. Okay, technically I am going to California and Texas in August but it isn’t on a family adventure with Luke and Olivia. And if I am going to stop being fussy and choose to be grateful then I should probably add that we went to Hawaii in February and Canada in March. Okay, now my funk just looks even more ridiculous.
Either way, my attitude was definitely evident to all in my home and I decided I needed to snap out of it and start enjoying some adventures here in Idaho. Yesterday Olivia and I joined some friends for raspberry picking at The Berry Ranch and we had a blast! I had no idea there was such fun to be had right in my backyard. It was less than 10 minutes from my house! They currently have raspberries and rocky mountain blueberries but if you go early in the season you can catch the strawberries. The cost is $6 per person over 3 years of age (cash of check only!) but it goes toward the price of the berries you pick. You’ll also want to note that the $6 is per type of fruit so if you want to pick both raspberries and blueberries you will need to pay $12 per person. But, you can eat as you go!
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I almost titled this The Benefits of Barfing but I didn’t want it to sound like I was encouraging purging after eating. If you’re struggling with Bulimia that is a serious issue and not something to be joked about. There are also people out there who can help. In this particular case I’m merely attempting to find some humor in the misery of the stomach bug. When you’ve been sick for over 12 hours and you’ve lost track of the number of times you’ve worshipped the porcelain goddess you can either succumb to the horror or find a way to laugh. I’ve swung back and forth between the two. But in the moments where I managed some semblance of joy, I did come to a few laughable conclusions.
- It’s a great ab workout. Forget Pilates or the gym, barfing is a total ab workout! There’s nothing quite like your abdominals contracting so tight your entire back hurts and you can’t breathe while watching random colors spewing from your mouth.
- It motivates me to clean the bathroom. I pride myself on being a very neat person until I have the stomach bug. Suddenly I notice every little filament of hair and speck of dirt in the bathroom. Not to mention the ring in the toilet I swore I’d already removed. I managed to at least clean the toilet bowl and do a little dusting. The rest will have to wait.
- It’s a great excuse to eat whatever. If the all-fruit, no-added-sugar popsicle is coming up then so is everything else. I might as well enjoy the taste without the calories. And you get to taste it twice. Bring on the McDonald’s! (Totally joking. Ugh, excuse me while I puke again.)
- It reminds me to chew better. I don’t think this requires any explaining.
All joking aside, I would not have made it through the day without my Father-in-law. Luke was on his way home from a trip so I would have been solo-parenting while yaking. On the one hand, it’s super cute when O pats my back. (“Pat, pat mama.”) However, keeping her hands out of the toilet isn’t so easy. I may have failed once. My FIL was at my house nearly the entire day with O so I could sit in the bathroom and barf in peace. He’s a life savior and I am so thankful!
I love Mother’s Day. I love scrolling through social media and seeing all of the smiling faces, beautiful flowers, messy breakfasts, and chocolate covered strawberries. Because Motherhood is HARD and goodness knows we deserve a day to celebrate all that we do. Continue reading “Those Aching on Mother’s Day”
It is easy to distinguish the rich from the poor by comparing bank accounts and tangible possessions. And if we were measuring by those standards I wouldn’t exactly make it onto the list of the rich and famous. But there are so many other ways to measure wealth and last week I was reminded how very rich I am. Continue reading “I Am Rich”
My hip has been acting up again and sitting on a plane for hours while holding a wiggly little girl isn’t exactly a recipe for improvement. A little pre-flight stretching makes a huge difference however, so once we got through security and made our way to the gate I went in search for a place to do some yoga. There was a nook with a service elevator off to the side which provided a little privacy. I wasn’t in the mood to give everyone at gate B27 a show. Continue reading “Airport Yoga”