A Day (and a Compliment) to Remember

Thursday, 27 August 2009

We went to our (Jason's & mine) favorite spot: Bolton Abbey. We took a different road to get there, seeing other bits of Yorkshire that continue to create that "Wow--look at that! We are so blessed to live here!" feeling for me. When we arrived at the Abbey, we learned that we couldn't hike to the yet-unexplored Valley of Desolation because there was grouse hunting going on in the area. So, we opted to hike further along the River Wharfe than we had before.





We picnicked on these neat built-in seats until the on-and-off again rain motivated us to move 20 feet to a thicket of enormous oak trees. There we made friends with some ducks.







After lunch, we also made friends with a pair of humans.

Paul & Ruth were walking the trail at a faster clip than we were, so we stepped aside. But when they heard our accents that gave them reason to slow down. Jason won points for being from Montana -- a favorite hiking spot for them. Paul wanted to talk to Jason about all the neat things they'd seen while traveling in Montana. They wanted to show us the kingfisher (which we saw!) that lives along the river. And Ruth played tickle-tag with Graham.

It turns out that Ruth is nurse at hospice center for children. I was surprised (although I shouldn't be) when she told me what a happy place it is. The children who are there as patients get to play all summer long with their siblings who come to visit. She told me that one of the visiting siblings wrote a song the day before about not wanting to return to school next week -- nothing groundbreaking, but so true to the heart of every kid who wants summer to go on forever.

The nurses don't interrupt those magical moments to administer medication -- they just make sure that the meds get given "sometime." Childhood happens now, not on schedule.



And so Ruth & Paul didn't disapprove of our three getting all messy as they spontaneously waded in the River Wharfe & built a mud pie out of sand.





Paul expressed amazement at "how confident" Rose was about walking out into the water with Cami & Graham. She was just trying out something new.

And he told me that he didn't believe me for a second when I described my parenting style as "benign neglect."

Girl Power(ed)

Cami, Rose, & I took the training wheels off of Cami's bike on August 18th. (This is the second bike Cami has removed "stabilizers" from -- she took apart her little bike in New Jersey about 18 months ago.) Then I took all three kids to the park. I fear Rose got bounced around too much from her perch in the hiking backpack as I ran, trying to help Cami stay upright.

She's pretty good. She went as far as 50 feet after I let go.

Rose in Ruins

Hiking in Pateley Bridge, North Yorkshire, is beautiful. It's a picturesque little town with fabulous views and a great 13th century church ruin that makes an ideal picnic spot. Rose liked this alcove. She is just the right size.

I Wish I could tell

It's unfortunate that I've made the decision not to share funny, yet tasteless, anatomical comments that the kids make. We had a good one today.

Blasting Bovine

Cami pumped her arms in the air with joy on learning the following conversation earned her a blog point:

Cami: "How long will it take us to get there?'

Me: "About 90 minutes."

Cami: "90 minutes! That's longer than it takes for a cow to walk from Otley to Missouri!"

They have a fan

Cami just called me into the bathroom as she was finishing her shower.

"Mom, you know John & John who do the podcasts [aka They Might be Giants]?"

"Yes."

"They are really nice. You remember all those games they made on the disc with Fibber Island? It was really nice of them to make those for all the little children."

Graham Makes the Cake

My big boy on his four year old birthday.