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Sunday, May 6, 2018

Dayton 2018

In August 2017, we spent the last weekend before school started hitting the open road.  We jumped on I-75 and headed south to Dayton where we visited the Temple of Tolerance, Woodland Cemetery, Miamisburg Mound, Air Force Museum, Glen Helen Nature Preserve, and the John Bryan Nature Preserve.  It was a wonderful two day adventure.  However, once we got home, I discovered how much more we had missed!  So this spring I watched the weather religiously and when it finally took a turn for the better with no rain in sight, we headed back down to Dayton for another family road trip!  And this time we took Mom/Grandma/fellow adventurer with us!

 
Our first stop was a revisit for us but so worth it.
The Temple of Tolerance
(203 South Wood Street - Wapakoneta, Ohio)
 
 
The Temple of Tolerance can only be described as a labyrinth of stones, pathways, and metal oddities.  Even that doesn't do it justice as this sits in someone's backyard in the middle of the city. 
 
(View looking up at the largest stone hill in the backyard - picture from 2017 trip)
 

 
(View from top of largest stone hill)
 
(view from top of largest stone hill)
 
(view from top of largest stone hill)
 
  
A little piece of history that was destined for the scrap yard before being saved and displayed.
 

We left our mark at the Temple of Tolerance with a few Kindness Rocks.
 

 
Our next stop took us to one of Ohio's many waterfalls at the 
Charleston Falls Preserve
(2535 Ross Road - Tipp City, Ohio)
 
No hike would be complete if you don't attempt to climb or walk on downed trees along the way.

 
The hike to the falls was short and sweet and absolutely beautiful.  Who knew something like this is just 2 hours south of us?





This trail included a cave that would be fun to climb into during a dry spell. 
 
 
But due to recent rains, I suspect, the cave was full of water.


The trail wove around for three miles through "Thorny Badlands", "Redbud Valley", and featured an observation tower.  But the most loved part of the hike was stepping off the trail and doing a little crawfish searching in a brook.

 
We may have even spotted a water snake.
 
 
Final view of the falls on our hike out.

 
Day trippin' means car side picnicking to refuel the body.

 
A short hop, skip, and jump away lead us to the
Tunnel of Trees
(4178 Conference Road - Bellbrook, Ohio) 
 
Jacob and his walking stick log.
 
 
The Tunnel of Trees, which has an interesting history of its own, has another special stop on its short 1.3 mile hike that is very impressive to say the least.  The Three Sisters Oak Trees!

 
What do 550-year-old trees look like? Find out when you venture 0.7 miles along the Orange Trail to the site of the “Three Sisters,” three ancient white oak trees. Although in decline, two still survive. Borings from the trunk, done in the late 1960s on the largest of the three, indicate that they began growing around 1440. The largest of the three trees, dubbed the Big Sister, is one of the two largest trees in the MetroParks, with a circumference of 226 inches, a height of 141 feet and a crown spread of 93 feet, for a total of 390 points. Sadly, the middle sister, who had been weakened due to a fire, fell to the ground during the summer of 2008. She still lays between the other two soaring sisters, now a place for owls to nest, raccoons to sleep and bugs to eat.



(The kids standing inside the fallen middle sister tree.)


After peeling our eyes off the natural wonder that is a nearly 600 year old tree, the hike lead us to the Tunnel of Trees.

To stop and think that this used to be farmland, that people labored day after day and suffered to make a living on land we now leisurely hike on and that these trees themselves are well over 100 years old is just awe-inspiring. 
 
 
The fourth stop of the day lead us to the vast
Caesar Creek State Park
(8570 East State Rt. 73 -Waynesville, Ohio)
 
If you are heading down this way, my recommendation is to stop at the Visitor Center and talk with a park ranger before heading out on your adventure.  This place is huge and you can very easily end up on the 13 mile hike around the lake instead of the short 1.2 mile hike to the Horseshoe Falls.
 
 
While your hike starts out in a nature looking area, you eventually walk out into this barren wasteland looking area - leading you to believe you missed your trail somewhere.  Don't worry, you're still on the right path.  And if you ask passing hikers which direction to go, don't hesitate to question their response.  Especially if they say to stay right but point to the left.


When you'll hear the rushing water you're almost there.
 
 

But first you'll have to cross a pretty awesome swing bridge. 


 
The falls, although small, were a beautiful site to behold.



They would be a great place to visit on a hot summer day.  Because even on a semi warm day at the beginning of May you can't stop the kids from going in.


 
Of course, you knew someone would slip and fall and being wet from the waist down and having to hike over a mile out to dry clothes is pretty upsetting.
 
 
Our final stop for the day was the
Hartman Rock Garden
(1905 Russell Ave - Springfield, Ohio)
 
Upon barely stepping out of the van, the kids found their very first kindness stone!
 

 
You can read the full story of the Hartman Rock Garden below but the highlights are... Ben Hartman, age 49, started the rock garden while unemployed during the Great Depression.  What started with a cement fishing pond continued with "hundreds of structures and figurines, following the themes of history, religion, and patriotism" until his death in 1944. 

 
The rock garden is normally very well maintained.  However, we visited before "peak season" and therefore the fountains and ponds were not up and running just yet. 

(The fish pond that stared it all.)








 
Of course we had to leave our mark on the rock garden by leaving one of our own, custom made rocks.


 
There was supposed to be one more stop, another waterfall, on our day trip but dinner won out over more hiking.
 
 
I guess that just means we'll have to head back down another weekend for another road trip. 
 
 
Road trips are not measure by mile markers,
but by memories.

Friday, May 4, 2018

In This Moment

Jacob came home with a 'Mystery Student' paper from school.  It is a list of favorite items that each student had to fill out about themselves and then they took turns guessing who was who.  And today, in this moment, my dear Jacob looks like this:


And his favorites are:



I am not really sure what happened to his spelling over the year so let me translate.

Favorite Color: rad (red)
Food: cacke (cake)
Drink: troclit (chocolate milk)
Snack: bwesis (granola bars, no idea what he tried to write)
Hobby: sockr (soccer)
Game: tag
Season: witr (winter)
Subject resus (recess)
TV Show: The Thuns (The Thundermans)
Sport: soccor (soccer)
Restaurant: tocoe bel (Taco Bell)
Book: r and ragin ret you (no idea....)
Fun Spot: my room
Pet: cat
Movie: Cars
Friend: Gage
Month: crismis (Christmas)
Holiday: crismis (Christmas)
Song: nu nu hune ungod (Nah, Nah, Honey I'm Good)
Car or Truck: my car (likely referring to his remote control car)
Vacation: disne (Disney)
What I like to do in my spare time: play Games

Monday, April 30, 2018

Retracing

At the end of summer break last year, we took a weekend family road trip down to Dayton.  We stopped at the Woodland Cemetery, visited the Air Force Museum, hiked at the Glen Helen and John Bryan Nature Preserves, and explored the Temple of Tolerance.  We also made a pit stop at the Miamisburg Indian Mound.
 
 
While I had high hopes that this stop would spark an interest in Native American history (our town mascot is an Indian after all), it really did not.  To them it was just a big hill.
 
 
A big hill with quite a view I might add!
 
 
 
In talking about our road trip and all the stops we made, I have repeatedly said that the Miamisburg Mound was a bust.  Out of respect, they do not excavate these mounds so, although historic, it didn't offer much excitement or education for the kids or for us.
 
HOWEVER.
 
It is now with an overflowing heart that I can say
 
I AM SO GLAD WE MADE THIS JOURNEY!!!
 
Over 60 years before, take a look at who stood in this very same spot, climbing those very same stairs:
 
 
That's my dad!!  At the Miamisburg Mound!!! 
 
He too went there on a family trip but with a slightly ulterior motive.  My dad had contracted polio and needed to learn to reuse and regain strength in his legs.  While I'm certain the educational part was the first priority, the 116 steps of free therapy was probably a perk too.
 
Don't you just love it when you retrace the steps of your parents without even realizing it! 
 

 

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Its a Mario World Out There

Way back in 2007, my dad was expanding his woodshop and having fun experimenting, tinkering, creating anything he saw.  When I proposed a present I wanted to make for Jim's birthday, he gladly jumped on board and helped bring it to life.  Sadly, after ten years of being exposed 24/7 to all weather conditions, Mario, Luigi, and Yoshi had to be retired from our landscaping. 
 

 
As Jim's birthday neared this year and gifts were being discussed, I knew what needed to be done.  And thanks to the guidance and teachings of my dad, I could do it myself.
 
 
 
 
 
While I took the lead with Mario and Luigi, there were three little parts I wanted the children to have a hand in.

 
For Bree and Jake, I drew out the lines and let them have at it from there. 

 
I helped Holly a little more by outlining the features and letting her fill in the gaps.

 
All in all, they turned out quite well.

 
And they make a nice addition on our new fence.
 
 
Happy Birthday to my hard working, dedicated, patience for days,  game loving husband. 

Monday, March 26, 2018

Only a Matter of Time

When you go from one child to two or more, its only a matter of time before days like this happen.
 

 
 
The test run:
 
 
The Main Event:
 
These are the things that make them the good old days.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Right Temperature

In late December, a friend of mine shared a Facebook post about making a crocheted 'Temperature Blanket'.  I like crocheting and am always on the lookout for a new project so I dove into the Pinterest world and this is what I found.
 
The afghan is made by crocheting one line a day using a specific color that corresponds to the high temperature of the day. 
 
For example:
 
0-10 degrees = Dark Orchid
11-20 degrees = Royal Blue
21-30 degrees = Delft Blue
31-40 degrees = Light Blue
41-50 degrees = Minty
51-60 degrees = Spring Green
61-70 degrees = Bright Yellow
71-80 degrees = Pumpkin
81-90 degrees = Cherry Red
91-100 degrees = Burgundy
 
 
Every morning I hop onto the Weather Channel to check what the high temperature was for the day before and crochet my line.  With the wacky winter weather we've been having is making for an interesting start to my afghan. 
 
(The 'Light Blue' and 'Minty' don't photograph very well but in person the difference is there.)
 
I look forward to adding a line every day and can't wait to see what kind of off the wall pattern emerges. My only concern is...  Please, Dear Lord, do not let it get above 100 degrees this summer because 1. I can't handle it.
2. I don't have another color option for that kind of temperature!


Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Impromptu

Jacob has been very curious lately.  Asking how things are made - food in specific.  So when I overheard Jim explaining that you do, in fact, squeeze lemons to make lemonade, I knew exactly what to do!

 
We had an impromptu cooking lesson after wrestling practice!


 
Now, I actually have no idea what the conversation of lemons was really about.  But seeing how lemonade is my favorite drink, I could probably spin any conversation into getting me a pitcher of the fresh squeezed stuff.  However.  Jacob has also been curious as to how snakes poop since they don't have a butt.  And that one I'm leaving to the professionals. 

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Another January

A New Year means new goals....
only they are the same as last year's goals....
so...
 
Second verse same as the first! 
 
My goal for 2018 is to run 2,018 miles.  Or at least 18% of 2,018 to beat last years.
 

I know there was one day I worked out, but didn't immediately write down the mileage.  "I'll remember to write to down later." I foolishly told myself.  Famous last words.  I didn't write it down so therefore it doesn't count.

January = 32 miles

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

More Hardware

While big brother is off dominating the wrestling mat and big sister is gearing up for college prep classes,  li'l sis is back home learning the fundamentals of home life hardware. 
 



Monday, January 29, 2018

Hardware

Children are a funny thing, aren't they?
 
Same parents.  Same DNA, genetic makeup.  Same upbringing. 
 
And yet...
 
Every family has
 
The Athlete:
 
 
Sunday, January 21st -
4th place finish at Archbold Wrestling Tournament
 
Sunday, January 28th -
3rd place finish at Wauseon Wrestling Tournament

 
The Scholar:
 
 
 Bree is in the gifted math program, is in the top 8 in her grade for AR points, finds science fun, and earned the Citizenship Award for being an awesome human being.  It might actually be more technical then that but it is an award granted to only 12 students out of the whole grade and she made the cut.  That is pretty awesome.
 

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

To Remember

This past weekend, the hubs and I made a quick jaunt down to Florida to visit his grandparents.  The weather wasn't great, but the conversation and stories that covered a lifetime made up for it.   
 

In the short amount of time we were there, I managed to read three books!  Although that sounds impressive, one of the books was a fifth grade reading level and didn't take much brain power to plow through.  However, the message from the second book is one that will stick with me for quite some time.  So many passages forced me to dog-ear the page so I could come back and reread over and over again. But there is one specific chapter that I never want to forget.  The message is one that I live myself with the prayers, signs, listening, and following of God's will in my career choice.  A choice that I do no regret.  And a true testament of how good God is when we faithfully follow.

An excerpt from 'The Lucky Few' by Heather Avis:

What I did not know then is that ease and normalcy and niceness are not as important to Jesus as obedience, perseverance, and sacrifice.  I didn't know then that easy and normal and nice would do little to build my character or make me a better and more complete person.

Somewhere off the rose-petal path where easy, normal, and nice bloom, true beauty lives in the muck.  But only the lucky few of us who step off the path will find it.  My luck began when God picked me up off the comfortable path I had paved for myself and drop-kicked me into the mud.

In the beginning, all I wanted to see was the grime on my clothes and the dirt on my hands.  But because of God's grace, I finally stopped looking for a way back to my own plans.  And the farther I stepped from that pretty path of easy, normal, and nice, the more clearly I could see the beauty he was creating all around me.  Far from my simple expectations, I discovered a richness and depth of life available to everyone.

I began to trust.  In fact, I no longer needed to see the beauty ahead of me in order to take a step toward it.  I began to walk in the wilderness of God's love, and with each step, I watched his perfect will for my life to unfold around me. 

Today I'm aware of all the time I have said no to opportunities God has placed before me because I think I'm not rich enough, equipped enough, talented enough, strong enough, or crazy enough to say yes.  All the times I have mistaken good things for bad.  All the times I have allowed the opinions of an ignorant majority to guide my thinking instead of looking to Jesus and his heart in the matter.  I wonder how many times we, his children, choose a comfortable no over a terrifying yes - the kind of yes that will lead us to the only place we should ever long to be: in the arms of Jesus. 

Today I can see I was created for profound experiences far beyond the reach of simple expectations.

So were you.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Additional Traditions

During the 2016 Christmas season, the kids and I worked daily on making beaded icicle ornaments.  These beaded beauties were then delivered to our local hospital where the cafeteria workers would distribute them to the residents via their meals trays on Christmas Day.   



This isn't the first time we've done something like this. 

Back in 2011, Bree and I (and a very tiny Jacob) made 2x4 turkeys for the patients at Rainbow Oncology.

 
And in 2012, we made and delivered Valentine oven towels:
 
 
and floral Easter Eggs to Rainbow Oncology as well.  
 
 
Thanks to Pinterest and its plethora of ideas, finding generous ways to give back is very easy.  And thanks to the crafty talent that flows through my veins, I am always eager and willing to do so.  And even greater thanks to the Lord above for the ability to stay at home and have the time and finances to make these donations come to life has truly been a blessing.  Especially when teary-eyed nurses pay compliments like:
 
"Thank you.  The patients really appreciate things you've dropped off.  It means a lot to them that you take the time to do this."
 
It fills your cup, it fuels your fire, it drives you to want to do more.  However, little did I know we were missing a big piece of the puzzle. 
 
At the beginning of this Christmas season, as everyone was busy thinking up and searching for items to put on their lists, I was presented with a Christmas request per my father-in-law.  Instead of a physical gift for himself, he wanted us to use that money to go out and brighten and bless someone else's day, someone who needed that ray of hope more than himself.  
 
Well, that part was easy.  The kids and I had worked together to make over 120 beaded candy canes that we were going to drop off and donate as we had in the past. 
 
 
But this was a Christmas request... a Christmas gift per say.  Simply dropping off a donation would not suffice.  Just as we can't wait to see the pure joy, excitement, and thankfulness on a loved ones face when presented with a handmade gift so should this be an opportunity to truly give of ourselves, to sacrifice our time, to bring joy not just with a present, but with our presences.  
 
Our presences. 
 
That's what we have been missing in all our years of donating.  With simple, small changes in traditions, the holidays can be filled with the glory of God in unimaginable, soul filling ways. 
 
So on Christmas morning, we loaded into the van and headed to Brookview Healthcare Center to hand deliver 78 beaded candy canes to the residents as well as 15 candy canes and lottery tickets to the dedicated nurses and staff.



 
Jacob (in true boy fashion) delivering a candy cane:
 
 
Gabrielle delivering a candy cane:
 
 
A few days later, after it was all said and done and sunken into our brains and hearts, I sat down with the kids to talk to them about their experience:
 
 
Merry Christmas, Dad Dominique. We hope you enjoyed your present and may it inspire you carry on the Spirit with your presence throughout 2018.