Making It Official.

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On November 17th we had our final house inspection and jumped for joy as we received approval to move in. It did NOT mean we were ALL done, but the cold weather was pushing us to just go for it. We still had a list of things to complete, little things. Trim here, paint here. We actually STILL have a list, although it’s lots shorter. My greatest fear was we’d move in and feel settled and let the list just sort of dangle while we took a break. It’s so hard to get back to that list of projects. Not to worry, Dear Husband is on it. He’s been enthusiastically tying up those loose ends.

Anyhow, one of my ultimate favorite things about our house is the built-in shelving in our very long hallway. We designed the hallway wider than most to accommodate cubbies and ample movement for passersby. I’m just elated to have all of our stuff in one spot! I’ve dubbed it the “hall of everything.” In the above photo Dear Husband is finishing up the chalkboard trim install (will do one last layer of paint soon.)

I also like that our house has one large room that serves as our kitchen and living area. I’m close to getting it finished up. I have some more items to hang and so on, but for the most part it’s very exciting to see the clutter decreasing. Most things have found a home, which is making it feel like a real home.

Favorite Book: Modern Art Adventures by Maja Pitamic and Jill Laidlaw.

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It seems I’m a bit out of the habit of posting, which I hate. We are still moving in, we are still sorting and doing holidays and working and it’s time-consuming. However, I love this little space to savor our fun times and I can’t let it go. I’ve decided to make myself do a weekly post on the books we are currently enjoying, which should lubricate the wheels and get me posting about our other nonsense soon enough. The local library system has books flowing in and out of here like tidal waves. Man alive, I love the library so why not post about our favorite books?

We have done three unique projects out of the lovely book Modern Art Adventures by Maja Pitamic and Jill Laidlaw. I have a handful more selected the boys will create as well. This book is full of versatility, exploring art projects by movements. The book uses mostly items we have on hand, which makes diving in quite accessible. The boys have painted, collaged, and created a silhouette so far. Our next projects will involve tape and more paint.

I found the book by searching the author Maja Pitamic. She created a fabulous Montessori game book we adored when the kiddos were young. I’m thrilled she’s gone on to create this art book. I will continue to check out her wonderful titles.

Quickly, I just want to give a shout out the library. The fact that I can get my hands on such current and engaging materials is such a privilege I am especially thankful for as a homeschooling family. Now that we have a house with space to create and store materials it’s been my privilege to scour the library again.

(p.s. Post up some fabulous art books you love in the comments so we can check them out.)

 

 

Mount Rushmore, SD.

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Both boys have been to Mount Rushmore before, but Little Fella was still in diapers so he didn’t remember it. Fog kept us from visiting the first week, however, one lovely, clear day we did make the visit.

Rushmore is one of those places that I look at for a little time, ponder, and move on. It’s hard to linger and stare because it doesn’t really change. We did the hike, enjoyed the visitor’s center, earned another Junior Ranger badge, and looked a bit more. Rushmore is not a park to really dig into. I love the parks with hiking, camping, biking, etc. I understand why Rushmore cannot offer that and take it for what it is. Still, I’m happy to have it checked off the list.

So, finally, I’m wrapping of our last travel stint. We have finished up our house and are moving in and trying to settle. Our plans of traveling for a year morphed into travel to some great places and build our home in Wisconsin. Oddly. I’m not sure how that all worked into one year, but now we are on the other end of that. Soon I’ll post up photos of the home we created from the ground up and what we intend from here.

Wind Cave National Park, SD.

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As luck would have it, Dear Husband read that Wind Cave National Park was giving free tours the Saturday we were in town. He read to arrive early, be prepared for crowds, and other “there will be a lot of people so please be patient” commentary. The night prior, we showered and prepared our lunches. We arrived early hoping our boys could wait with the tiniest complaining possible. When the parking lot was not even half full we were a little surprised. Still, while Dear Husband was parking and sorting out coats for the boys, I headed in swiftly, trying to get our names on the list.

“Are you ready for a tour?” the ranger asked.

“Yes!”

“How many in your party?”

“Four,” I said.

“You can’t take that bag in, but you can take your camera.”

“Sounds good,” I replied as I was getting the lowdown.

“Okay, grab your party, you can go right away,” she pushed.

“Now?” I gasped. “Like, right now?”

I ran back to the car, stripped my camera bag off, jammed a few things into my pockets all while telling the family, “NOW, now, like, the tour is this exact second.”

We shuffled in, downstairs, along the path, and caught the tour at their very first stop. Dear Husband and I got some stink eye from other guests, like we didn’t really get permission for what we were doing. However, we just mashed into the edge of the group, pointed the ranger out to the boys, and looked at each other unable to determine how in the world we got into the tour the second we arrived!

We’ve done caves before. We lived near Mammoth Caves, but also have taken the boys to Jewel Cave, and a handful of others. Each has its own stories, history, and feel. This one has an interesting hole entrance where the air rushes in our out based on outdoor temperatures and humidity and other reasons I’m not privy to. The most interesting thing about this cave to me is the boxwork. In fact, I’m pretty sure the ranger stated 95% of the world’s boxwork is in that single cave.  Or, some really huge number close to that. She explained how the boxwork formed (acid eating away the minerals around that tough calcite) and stressed the importance of NOT touching it. We did not, however in the visitor’s center they have a piece you can touch. What looks like lace is indeed so strong and solid, the boys and I were surprised. (I absolutely recommend touching that!)

As always, the boys participated in the Junior Ranger program. I am sorry to say this was the worst experience we ever had with it. The booklet took way too long for a single visit. Both boys even cried. The worst was when the ranger grilled them for EVERY SINGLE question they answered. We love Junior Ranger. I do not want it to be too easy or cushy. Indeed I want the boys to learn about the surroundings of each wonderful park we visit. However, when we left, we talked about how awful we felt during that experience. We promised the boys ice cream, we all just needed a break.

At Dairy Queen in Custer, the boys ordered some infused blizzard concoction. The worker brought three blizzards to us (I ordered something else), flipped them over, where one promptly plopped out on to a stack of local tourist papers. The other two stayed in tact. I’m sorry that happened to that girl but it was truly just the laugh we needed!

Mammoth Site, Hot Springs & Dinosaur Park, Rapid City SD.

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Prehistory is a big deal in our family, we all just really enjoy the topic. Each year we drop some book from the curriculum to insert a prehistory title. It’s common to find dinosaur books and sea reptile books strewn across the floor. Even though we’ve visited many fossil and dig sites, we seem to continually seek out new ones.

So we landed at Mammoth Site just outside Hot Springs, SD. I didn’t include too many pictures because I don’t want to ruin it for anyone. It’s amazing! The tour guide was thorough, helpful, and excited about the project. Dear Husband was surprised about its discovery and preservation, how fortunate we are that the construction crew didn’t just plow through there. In a few hours time we learned about two types of mammoth, their teeth structures, their abilities, why so many were found at that spot. The tour exhausts the facility and ends in a small museum. We’ve not seen so many mammoths before, so this was a unique, prehistoric stop.

Rapid City has a little historical site that was built by the WPA. In the 1930’s they constructed a handful of dinos atop a lookout over the city. Mamas and Papas galore where trekking uphill with giddy kiddos to see a duck-billed dino, a stegosaurus, T-rex, and more. This place has a great view for the resting parents while the kids poke, prod, and smile among the dinos. Down below even has a gift shop with popcorn and treats. Little Fella enjoyed this stop the most. My older son was less impressed, looking for anatomically correct dinos. I told him that’s part of history too. The dinos that “existed” in the 30’s are just different from the ones today mainly because of new discoveries. That’s history too!

 

Custer State Park, South Dakota.

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We spent a total of ten nights at Custer State Park leading up to their annual buffalo roundup. We ended up rotating leaving the park and staying. We camped at Sylvan Lake which is at the northwestern corner, and oddly seems like an afterthought when you look at a map. Almost like it was acquired later? Anyhow, it’s way up and gorgeous. Our site was basically among the ponderosa forest with giant rock pile views when looking up.

While there we hiked the Little Devil’s Tower hike, which was over 4 miles and up, up, up. In fact, the “trail” became spray paint arrows across large rock zones. With 8 and 11 year olds everybody coped just fine. Of course there were the tired complaints from them, but when they started scaling the rocks not a peep. On the other hand that’s when Dear Husband and I started to grumble. You see, we aren’t 8 and 11! Anyhow, like most things that are hard to do and might push us outside our comfort zones, the reward was fantastic. Look at that boy in the bottom pic! It’s like he climbed Everest. My older boy climbed up even higher for some selfie shots. Dear Husband and I looked down the rock and pondered how we’d be able to climb down without snapping an ankle. We made it out just fine and declared it the best family hike ever.

We were also thrilled that Dear Husband read Sylvan Lake, just near us, was featured in the movie National Treasure 2, in the scene where they are shaking water on the granite to change the rocks and look for the noble bird. Well, we found that spot! We watched the movie that night, then hiked back again to analyze what was doctored and what was real. (The hole Nick Cage puts his hand in to pull open the lever, it’s real!) In fact the boys made me film them reenacting the scenes.

The bike trail was not great. We ended up so coated with small gnatty bugs. We couldn’t even open our mouths and talk while pedaling because of the thick bug fog. We tried. Also, the buffalo roundup was disappointing. It seemed a bit unorganized and sadly dull. I think if I was a cowboy, it would be cooler. It looked like cattle, moving slowly. Not great.

The animals were pretty fun though. Little Fella snagged my camera plenty of times this trip and snapped over 100 pics of one prairie dog. The prairie dog was quite a poser. He kept coming closer and closer until I freaked out and told my squatting son to stand up suddenly to let the guy know his true size. I was afraid that thing was going to sit in his lap! I may have over-reacted, but I know wild animals are unpredictable.

We had a great trip, perhaps a family best, but that may be because life is dominated by house building at home which leaves no free time. That’s okay. I’ll take the happy trip either way.

Minuteman Missile National Historic Site.

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At the exit for the Badlands, we saw a sign for the Minuteman Missile National Historic Site, so we decided to hit that first. We were lucky enough to show up early and get tickets to a tour later that day, so we decided to drive the Badlands loop and head back for our tour.

We later realized it’s apparently tough to get those tickets, fortunately we were at the right place at the right time. Approaching tour time, we drove to a very average looking building and awaited the story. This place didn’t disappoint, in fact the boys liked it better than the Badlands! I enjoyed it for its serious time warp feel. The building was very late 70’s/early 80’s with typewriters, floppy discs, and a full brown board menu complete with hash browns and burgers. But the real tour starts 30 feet underground.

During the Cold War, Air Force staffed this facility ready to launch a missile at a moments notice. Two men/women were locked inside a concrete bunker for 24 hour shifts. I can’t even imagine the stress level of this job. They monitored codes printed out daily to see if they matched “launch” while they lived down there. They had beds, chairs, and little else, save for a two-week stash of food in case the war began.

My older son enjoyed the tour, asking several questions. I was glad for that as I was a severely shy child who was never brave enough to speak up, no matter how badly I wanted to know something. He even pointed out that the “launched” light should have been green, duh?, not red.

The ranger was great, really engaged in his job. I just love when people love what they do. So, the boys, Dear Husband included, all really enjoyed this stop. I have mixed feelings on these types of things. Namely, this was built to create destruction, yes? Walking through the museum helped me digest the situation more clearly. No matter our feelings, this IS part of history and I never like to miss out on learning about it.

Badlands National Park.

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Back in June we planned on taking the boys to South Dakota. We planned for late September, which  usually lends great weather for traveling.

Our first stop was Badlands National Park. It was directly on the way to our campground and a nice break in a full day of driving. While heading through the park, Little Fella started begging for the camera. He clicked that thing off like a wild man! I never had so many shots on one disk!

We saw two goats, no other animals. We drove through mid-day and it was pretty hot. I’m not surprised the animals weren’t roadside. Still, the boys enjoyed the new terrain, compared it to Minecraft, and shot loads of photos.

We spent enough time to entertain ourselves and scooted along for our destination.

Home-ish.

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We have separate rooms now. We installed the insulation and are working on finishing up the walls. I’ve been taping, mudding, and sanding. It’s a messy job. Dear Husband has been running electric in his shop, smartly steering clear of drywall jobs, but the boys do like mudding for a tiny bit. Together we all painted and installed (not the boys on this one, it’s 10 foot ceilings) the tongue and groove (car siding) ceiling. It’s fabulous.

We had the propane tank delivered and filled, we’ve got all the guts piped and run, now it’s just a matter of walls and finishing. It’s hard to see large progress now, because the changes are small. It’s in the details. It is exciting to get closer to those finishing touches that will be forever visible. It’s nail-chomping to see if we made the right choices too. Will the black kitchen cabinets look as awesome as I hope?

All in all, it’s home-ish and I’m getting excited.

Socks and Another Blanket.

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I knit my very first pair of socks. Socks! I am just so excited because they are legit! They look awesome, they feel awesome, and they are useful. Should I mention I scored the yarn at a garage sale? Well, I did. While I dance through my super tiny Airstream (so more like shuffle in one spot) and ponder the cold weather ahead, I will plan for the family. Yes, they are all getting a pair. My 10-year old is getting the same pair since our feet are exactly the same size. (Craziness!) Ribbed socks number three is coming soon, meanwhile I’ve started Little Fella’s requested blanket.