After we all crashed for 24 hours or so, it was Monday morning, and everyone was dying to get out of the apartment.  We hastily got ourselves dressed in our warmest clothes (really not warm enough, because we were expecting Georgia weather, not Wyoming weather, for some silly reason), and got ourselves out the door to go check out the library.

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Once were were all outside, we realized that the library didn’t open until 10, and it was still only 9.  It might sound strange to get 7 kids outside before you know what time it is, but if you had been there, you would sympathize, I bet.  Our little peanut there in the stroller, wearing the pink hood, does not like small spaces, and since we have the metal spiral staircase to the loft blocked off, she considers the apartment a small space.  And she has a very healthy set of lungs.  You can do the math.  We got outside without any delay.

So, to kill time, we walked over to Dad’s office and said hello.  The kids were thrilled with the revolving door that leads into the lobby.  The front desk was less than thrilled with their enthusiastic use of it.  We had a Conversation about the use of revolving doors that are not our property.  I did not pause to take a picture.

After that, we scurried over to the Peachtree Branch Library.  I have to say, it was a big disappointment.  The kids had a lot to say about how much better our little rural library is.  As my 13yo daughter put it, “They don’t want you to stay at the Peachtree.  It’s get your books, and get out.”  There were a few tables, but no chairs.  I saw 3 puzzles, and no other toys.  The books the kids wanted weren’t available.  Everybody was a little sad, especially when we found out that until I bring in a bill, we can only check out a grand total of 10 books.  My silver lining is that the collection of kids’ and young books is ancient, which means there are some fun things there that you don’t usually find anymore.

The walk home was a lot more entertaining.  We took a different route home than we did out, and walked through a long alley where the kids found all kinds of experiential treasure, the first of which was the joy of actually being on a real, live, alleyway, a creature that heretofore only existed in books.  Then they found a, “Beautiful house!  Look, Mommy!  It has actual vines growing on it!  Isn’t it gorgeous?”

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And everybody spent some time checking out the vines growing on the tree.  You have to understand that for the last 5 years, green, living things did not exist in the outdoors world in January.  Ok, there are some pine trees, but they’re generally snow covered, so they don’t look very green, either.  They also found a caterpillar.

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By now, we were getting close to our building, and I was getting tired of trying to keep kids on the sidewalk and out of passerbys’ ways, and in general tired of managing strangers’ emotions about a crowd of children, and I just wanted to be inside where people couldn’t look at us, anymore, so when a couple of the kids started Mommylooking, I sort of hurried them along, and kept pushing that humongous, heavy stroller with three kids on it, up the humongous hill.  But then I wasn’t sure of my turn, so I went back, and happened to see what had got them going –

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THIS DOES NOT BELONG IN GEORGIA.  But it’s a good illustration of how tough my little chickadees are, that they were willing to go walk a couple miles in frozen fountain weather.

You would think that would be enough excitement, for one day.  But we’re gluttons for punishment, and for good, healthy meals, so after eating our collective weight in granola bars, applesauce, and yogurt, we jumped into the van and boogied over to Walmart, where we needed two carts and a kid carrying a sterilite-type tiny chest of drawers to get out of the store.  We got back to the apartment and basically collapsed wherever we landed.  But by the next morning, everybody was ready for adventure, again.

(Also, these pictures are terrible.  Time to start carrying my camera, instead of relying on my phone.)

 

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