Farm life

Well very delayed but I wanted to post some pictures from my Pennsylvania trip. I am so glad that I was able to go visit the Hermine family. Its funny that they no longer live in Hermine, and their house is no longer the "Hermine House", but I still say it anyways. I think that I will always refer to the house as that. Arrowhead Villa does not hold the same feelings as the Hermine house. I have such amazing memories in that house. I wish that I could go back and visit although someone else owns it and probably does not look anything like it did. From the outside at least it doesn't. It is no longer yellow, which is the saddest part! As most childhood places that hold a special place in your heart going back and seeing it as an adult can kinda ruin those memories. Everything looks smaller, older and different.

But some how I always feel like a kid again when I go there. With all the aunt to take care of me, and making sure I don't need anything, is really wonderful. And being out on the farm away from the hustle of "city" life is so relaxing.

And the best part for me was having Taylor with me. It was amazing going on walks with Taylor to places that I have been so many times as a kid. Walking by the creek, the old barn and farm house with him and remembering the many times I went on adventures in those same places. And having Taylor sit on my lap and pretend to steer as I drove, remembering Dad let me do the exact same thing on the exact same road so many years ago.

I hope that Taylor has a place that he can look back on one day and have amazing memories like me.

Airports and fresh Chai

Taylor and I arrived in Pennsylvania yesterday afternoon. We came to visit the extended Taylor family for a few days. This was my first solo flight with Taylor. Andreas had to work and was not able to come with. So Taylor and I left Tulsa around 6:20 a.m. I had been dealing with some anxiety the day before the trip so I really had made it worse in my mind. But aside for my worry the trip went well except for having the stroller, his diaper bag, my purse, the camera bag, Taylor and going through security and getting on and off the plane. I just wish I had a few more arms. In Huston I actually forgot the camera case hanging on the chair after we got done eating the worst breakfast ever. After walking for which seemed like forever I realized that I didn't have it. In a horrible panic I turned around and headed back toward where I had eaten. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to remember which way i had come from, and even more afraid to have to tell my husband that I had lost our camera. I had decided to sit way in the corner, back by the window so Taylor could look at the airplanes. Because I went back to where I was sitting and there it was right where I had left it. Thank God!
The rest of the trip was uneventful. Taylor watched some kids shows on his portable dvd player, played with his tape measure, ate a lot. I had put together quite a bag of tricks to make the trip more smooth.
And then to make all my stress wash away in one swoop we got to go to IKEA on our way to the farm! Arriving at the farm I was met with fresh hot Chai and I knew I was at my home away fom home.

Ah! To be a kid again.

Taylor enjoyed a great day outside. He didnt not want to come inside even after it started getting dark. It is amazing to watch him play. I wish a stick or pile of dirt could bring me such joy. Or the sound of a plane flying over head would stop me in my tracks . Or having no cares in the world except bashing a stick against the tin in the backyard and pretending to be hammering. Life seems so simple when I look at him playing with his dump truck. Unaffected by the crazy busy life that is to come.
But when I watch him he stops me in my tracks. He makes me realize that this is what matters. He makes me look up at the sky when I hear the plane because the look of pure joy as he tries to find it makes me happy. Ah! to be a kid again......