Molly Smiles

Molly SmilesWell, I’ll be honest, Molly has been smiling for over a month now (actually, since she was about six weeks old)! I know, I know, how could we let so much time go by without showing you? The truth is that she has been hard to catch on camera and also that we’ve been slow to update the photo album – but you’ll forgive us since we just put up dozens more photos, right? I’m sure you’ll agree that Molly is even more beatiful with a drooly, gummy grin!

At her 2-month checkup, Molly was 23 inches “tall” (75th percentile) and weighed 12 lbs. 10 oz. (90th percentile!) so she is well on her way to being a Gerber baby poster child! She’s started following objects in her line of sight and especially keeping an eye out for her big sister. Livy definitely gets the biggest smiles out of her and also causes some of her most piercing shreiks by doing what we like to call a little “too much.” Usually, Olivia has good intentions, but Molly is not up for wrestling or sharing a water bottle quite yet (this we know from experience). I have noticed in the past week, though, how much Livy enjoys entertaining Molly and how sweetly Molly responds to any attention from her. This baby stage is so rewarding because Molly is all love, all sweetness, and truly delights in the simple gift of a smile.

Family Camping: Take Two

Somehow, a camping trip never goes quite like you’ve planned it. It all started when I told JR that I wanted to take the girls to a pumpkin patch and he said that he wanted to take them camping – since the weather was forecasted to be so beautiful for the weekend (highs in the 80s, lows in the 60s), we decided to do both. So a couple weekends ago, we packed up the truck and headed to Elgin for the Pumpkin Festival. It was very nicely done with a petting zoo (see photos & video), pony rides, a hay bale maze, a hayrack ride, and plenty o’ pumpkins. We picked a nice round one for the front porch and then headed back into town to try Southside Barbecue for lunch. We ordered a brisket plate to share and some of their famous Elgin sausage. We are used to eating at Rudy’s here in Austin, so it was odd that we didn’t get free pickles, onions & extra bread. JR also found it very strange that it was rustic authentic barbeque, but they had plastic toothpicks!

After a quick stop at the grocery store we headed to Bastrop State Park and the lost pines of Texas intending to car camp. However, there was a sign at the park entrance saying that all the campsites were full. Deciding we didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to camp, we went ahead and secured a primitive camping permit. Since we have the Texas State Parks Pass we didn’t have to pay an entrance fee and we also had a coupon for half off camping so it only cost us $5. Getting to the area where primitive camping is allowed requires a hike of about a mile (with all your gear & children), but there is plenty of space since you can set up your campsite anywhere in that area as long as you are 50 feet off the trail. In the parking lot at the trail head, JR quickly scanned the contents of the truck and loaded up the Bob jogging stroller (aka “the pack muleâ€?) with all the necessities. JR took Livy in the Kelty Kid Carrier and pushed the stroller while I took Molly in the Baby Bjorn carrying a water jug in one hand and Red’s lead in the other and we headed out into the wilderness. We were both a little concerned when the first 100 yards of trail was a 30 degree decline covered with rocks and tree roots. Would the whole trail be this challenging? The good news was that that was the worst of it and we were quickly strolling along more even ground. The bad news was that Livy was screaming at the top of her lungs because it had been so long since we had taken her in the Kelty Carrier and she thought it was some sort of torture device. We tried singing, pointing out sights along the way, watching Red and eventually, she broke and decided that maybe it was actually fun. It is a really nice park with tall scenic pines that set it apart from the rest of the Texas landscape. There is a pond on the map about a mile and a half in that looked like it might make a nice campsite. We hiked all the way to it but, the pond was not so picturesque, so we back tracked a little ways. JR & Livy found a great spot and set up camp for Molly, Red & I. (The pictures in the photo album are mapped to the exact GPS coordinates.) We had bratwurst and baked beans for supper and settled in for the evening. For a bedtime snack, we made popcorn over the camp stove and then climbed into the tent.

For those of you who read about our first camping trip with Livy, you might be wondering how the night went. It was actually pretty uneventful. It probably took about an hour for Livy to settle down and fall asleep and it took a little good cop – bad cop routine to get her to sleep. JR forced her to rock with him (she hates being rocked) and when he let her go she was mad enough that she crawled over by me to be consoled and fell asleep. Molly slept really well and except for the obvious fact that we need a bigger tent (ours is just a 2-person), we all got a decent amount of sleep. In the morning, JR made ham & eggs with OJ, and then we packed up the campsite and headed back to the truck. We tried to do a few geocaches along the way, but “mugglesâ€? were near all of them, so we dumped our stuff at the truck and went on a different trail to leave a travel bug which we’ve had for way too long. After that, everyone had their fill of hiking and we declared our camping trip a success.

On the way back home, we stopped at the other local barbecue hot-spot in Elgin – Meyers. Personally, I thought Meyers was better. I had the chopped beef sandwich and JR had the brisket plate. Livy was a HUGE fan of the pork ribs and we had to pry the bones out of her fingers when it was time to go. Livy earned the nickname “Meat” on this trip because that is pretty much all she ate and she frequently told us, “I need more meat.â€? We got home just in time to clean up for Mass. It was a packed weekend, but one we’ll always remember – our first camping trip with two girls and a dog!

Bella

Last Sunday, I watched the much anticipated movie Bella with a good friend while JR watched our girls. It was everything I was hoping for – engrossing, charming, thought-provoking, uplifting. The kind of movie that makes you want to sit at a sidewalk cafe and sip lemonade with a friend and then run home and hug your family. Because not knowing much about the plot made it that much more captivating, I don’t want to give any details and spoil it for the rest of you, but go and see this beautiful film about life. Here’s the official trailer:

PS Just in case Bella is out on video by Christmas, it is now at the top of my wish list!

Good dog. Bad bank robber.

The girls had just gone down for naps yesterday when Red started barking like crazy out in the living room. She woke Molly who started screaming hysterically. I ran out to chew Red out and comfort Molly before either of them could wake Livy. Red was barking out the front windows with her paws up on the window sill. It was trash day and I assumed she was barking at the neighbor putting his trash can away. I walked over to explain how harmless it all was and saw a police officer with his gun drawn, pointed at my backyard. I could have reached out and touched him if it weren’t for the window. It took a few seconds for it to register . . . a man outside the window . . . in a police uniform . . . with a gun pointed . . . RUN!!!!!! I scooped up Molly and ran to the back of the house with my mind racing – what the heck is going on?? I grabbed the phone and tried to call JR, but there was no answer.

For the next two hours, I was holed up in the house, with the girls taking naps, peeking out the windows every so often to see what was going on. There were multiple police vehicles (looked like a couple motorcycles, a couple cruisers, and a K-9 unit) all up and down the street and many more officers on foot. At each end of the block, an officer was stationed with an AR-15 machine gun and the ones roaming the street had their pistols out. A couple different times, they approached our house/yard/fence and talked amongst themselves. It was terrifying and fascinating and confusing and alarming all at the same time! After talking with neighbors and watching the news I was able to piece together the story. Three young men staged a takeover style robbery of the Wachovia bank about half a mile from our house armed with shotguns. They escaped the bank and were going to switch cars nearby, but they crashed their first car in a nearby field, which burst into flames. The police were hot on their trail and they weren’t able to make it to the other car. One was injured and arrested at the scene of the car crash. Another one fled on foot and was pursued by police. He started hopping through backyards and ended up hiding in one of our neighbor’s backyards under a patio table just four houses up the block. The police were entering each backyard on our street looking for him. When they got close to finding him, they let the dog out and according to my neighbor Bill, “when the dog got him, he was a real punk and was screaming that he was bleeding. He looked like he was only about 19.” Bill and his wife, Rose, actually stood out on their front porch and watched the whole thing while the rest of us were in lock-down in our houses! At trick or treat time last night, the third suspect was still at-large and according to the news, “considered armed and dangerous.” We shut off our porch light and decided not to go out. This afternoon, the news website said they caught the third man and had arrested a fourth after he was originally thought to be a witness but ended up being the get away driver of their backup car.

As it turned out, JR was in important meetings all afternoon and didn’t get my half a dozen frantic messages until after work. When he walked in the door I said, “Did you get my messages?” “Yeah,” he said, “What was I going to do?” Well, I don’t know what I thought he could do, but it was one of those times that you want to talk to your husband, I know that. I had considered my self-defense options – dog mace and a .22 rifle. The dog mace was on the stroller in the back of the pick-up in the driveway so I wasn’t going out for that. The rifle was locked in a case under our bed – I didn’t know where the key to the case was, where the ammunition was, or how to load it if I was able to get past the first two obstacles. I figured my best bet was to pray for a peaceful resolution or JR to come home and save us. In the end, we were probably never in grave danger and it’s hard to say if he was ever even in our yard or not. Thankfully, he did not enter anyone’s home and no shots were fired during the arrest. Thankfully, we are all safe and sound, back to life as usual.

You can read the local news story which has security camera pictures of the take over here. And you can watch the video below to see what the neighborhood looked like – check out the video in the upper right of this article.