Has it been two weeks since my last post? I've always said that the only way to slow time down is to live the last month of pregnancy, but apparently these last two weeks have flown by anyway. I'm not complaining.
Matt and Lindsay Wetzel, delightful friends of ours from Toledo, came to visit last weekend. They wanted to see Indiana Dunes, we wanted to see Indiana Dunes, and it all came together because, guess what? We live less than an hour from Indiana Dunes.
We woke up Saturday morning and the rain was pouring down. John, Lindsay, and I all decided that we would not be getting in the lake on such a cold stormy day, but the girls and Matt packed their suits anyway, with great faith that it couldn't rain all afternoon (having lived in the Midwest for 4 years, let me tell you: YES, IT CAN!), and it turns out, they were right. The weather, once we got to the dunes/beach, was perfect. And Matt, it also turns out, is the perfect entertainer for my two little mermaids.They swam to him, swam on him, made him dig big holes for the waves to fill, and prodded him to do all sorts of water tricks.
Livi showed some of her newfound swimming lessons skills.
And everyone but yours truly climbed the largest dune in the area. I am afraid that getting myself down to the beach from the car took half of my daily energy ration, so I determined (math major that I am) that if I climbed the dune, I would be left with just enough to dial 911 and make the Beached Whale Rescue Squad come and fetch me. I was picturing dunes a little more like. . . well. . . dunes, when I envisioned the Indiana Dunes. However, just like everything else out here in fantastic farmland, they are much greener and forested than their Western counterpart.
The Wetzels were delightful guests, and we would love to have them come visit again. And let me extend the invitation to any of our other friends. We would love to see any of you. We have an extra bed (Yay!! Extra!!), and we have a couple beaches. We also have a chocolate factory. And a zoo. And that is probably the extent of my tourism knowledge.
Next, John fixed a plugged rain gutter on our high roof. I was comforted, as he danced around 30 feet above the ground, only moderately by our recent acquisition of life insurance. Luckily, he made it down safely.
While he was up there, he spotted this little glob of cement on one of our roof vents.
Upon closer inspection, what did he find? NOT a glob of cement, but another frog/toad. What is it with this house? Frog central. Shudder.
This week, we have been joined by the feminine 3/4 of the Soelberg family from Indianapolis. Sara and her two girls arrived Monday morning, and we have partied hard since then, just sending them off an hour ago back to Joe (who has missed them terribly, I'm sure). What did we do?
Well, of course, we went to Silver Beach. Libby and Olivia sat on the edge of the water and dug holes and piled sand and dug holes and piled sand for two hours.
Mimi and Jenna found ladybugs and seashells.
Olivia climbed the lifeguard tower.
We left the beach just as the dark clouds came rolling in. Such a lovely afternoon.
What else did we do?
*went to the hospital to eat with John. The Soelberg children and the Wells children have two entirely different ideas of hospitals. I don't know if my girls know that anything happens at a hospital except in the cafeteria. Libby and Jenna had to be reassured several times that this was a hospital restaurant and that no one was hurt, and nothing was going to happen to them.
*toured the South Bend Chocolate Factory. This was delicious and interesting, and I firmly recommend it.
*went fabric shopping at Wal-Mart and clearance-shoe shopping at Target. Very profitable on both counts.
*walked and biked around the neighborhood to our hearts' content.
We love the Soelbergs, and hope they visit again soon.
Also, Naomi and Olivia both passed their swimming lessons. Liv passed Level 2, and Mimi passed (with greater cheerfulness than is expressed in this picture) Level 1. We are attempting Level 3 with Liv, but find it to be about as simple and enjoyable as getting her to ride her bike around the Walking Group Trail at Swan Creek Park. (Leisy, feel free to make any remarks that come to mind about the screaming.)
Phew---two weeks worth of posts in one fell swoop. I doubt if anyone will even make it to the end of this post.