Thursday, August 18, 2016

All the Fun Things, Wisconsin Version, Part I

Now that we've been home for a month, I think I'm just about ready to write about it. Finally. I am mostly doing this because the last time I told Alex I'd written a post he looked so hopeful and said, "About vacation?" so now I HAVE to write about it, but if you are interested in hearing aaaaaalllllllll about our vacation, please do follow along.

When last we left our intrepid vacationers, Team Stimey had arrived at the shore of the Wisconsin side of Lake Michigan. Alex has a wonderful and generous aunt and uncle who have a home on the beach there and they were lovely enough to let us stay there. And when I say right on the beach, I mean Right On The Beach.

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I was right next to the porch when I took this photo of my munchkins in their happy place—a freshwater beach.

Alex and I were pretty happy there too.

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We were slightly more afraid of the freezing cold water than our children were.

Both of us did work our way up to swimming with the kiddos. I have to say that they're a little more aggressive with their splashing and shoving around of my inner tube (with me in it) while humming Ride of the Valkyries than I would care for.

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I still got my chill on though.

We didn't just do that though. We did everything that was fun. Really. Everything. See below.

Inner Tubes!

I mentioned that my children used me as a battering ram while I was trying to float around in my inner tube, but they were used for lots of other things as well. In an example of perfect synchronicity, our hosts had exactly three inner tubes, giving us plenty of opportunity to do tricks...

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Just like a porpoise!

lounge...

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Cozy.

carry them around...

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It was really nice of our hosts to have only photogenic water toys.

and be a vehicle for the Elusive Meowmere.

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Or at least that is what Jack called himself. I’m not entirely sure what a Meowmere is, but apparently it is rare.

Cats!

Because we didn't want to travel in a minivan full of five cats, three of whom don't get along in an incredibly violent way, we had to leave our cats at home (and one at a boarding facility—see above about violence). Fortunately, our first destination came with a cat, because you really don't want to go cold turkey on something like that.

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Said cat did NOT care for Quinn’s stuffed replica of Oreo. Said cat hissed loudly at Quinn’s stuffed replica of Oreo and then didn’t go near it again.

Strawberry picking!

We headed to a pick-your-own strawberry field shortly after arriving, mostly as a cautionary tale for all the families with younger kids that were there.

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Sam picked one strawberry at a time and then tossed them carelessly toward our collection box.

To the other families, we were all, "Here's a grim vision of your future," as Sam loudly told us how if he'd planned our vacation, we would have toured a series of Hot Topic stores in the northern Midwest instead of doing something ridiculous like picking fruit that he doesn't even want to eat in the hot sun gawd mom you're the worst.

And then Jack, in a move that really pleased every one of the young children quietly picking strawberries as well as their parents, put a strawberry in Alex's pants and then announced loudly, "Dad! I put a strawberry in your pants!"

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See Jack eyeing Alex’s butt there? He had an agenda.

And then Alex took the strawberry out of his pants and put it in our collection box.

A grim, grim vision.

Quinn, the only one of our children who actually eats strawberries, worked hard to collect fruit.

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He clearly sensed an opportunity to be “the good one.”

Assault!

Regardless of opportunities to humiliate their parents in front of their peers, the munchkins enjoyed their time at the beach more than anything—and not just for the swimming opportunities. It also gave them the opportunity to beat the shit out of each other.

Well. It gave Sam the opportunity to beat the shit out of Quinn's head.

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I kept trying to defend Quinn, but Quinn kept laughing and saying it was okay, so I was reduced to trying to tell Sam to just not whack him TOO hard in the head.

Fire!

Team Stimey doesn't do vacations without fires, so it was fortunate for our hosts that they had a firepit so we didn't have to burn their home down to make our s'mores.

Because we love fires so much, we make sure to practice vigilant fire safety.

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Like we didn’t let Quinn actually climb INTO the firepit.

Our first fire of vacation resulted in like, a hundred and eighteen photographs, including maybe the most emo photo I have ever taken or will ever take of Sam.

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Emo Sam says, “I feeeeeeeeeel things.”

Sometimes when you're on vacation, you get sooooo relaxed that it is hard to maintain verticality.

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Can’t…muster…will…to…do….anything…but…eat…s’mores…please…prepare…one…for…me…

Grandma!

One of the benefits of vacationing in Wisconsin is that the kiddos get to spend a few days with their grandma, whom they adore.

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Super cozy!

Mockery!

My little punk asshole of a kid not only took my spot and refused to get up, but he also made fun of me as he did it. Jerk.

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He was all, “Can you bring me another Diet Coke?” Jackass.

And the rest of the jerks in my family laughed and laughed and laughed.

Independence Day!

I know it doesn't seem like we should have been on vacation on July 4th what with me just writing my recap now, but it's true. The great thing about being on a vacation in a small town on the 4th is that you get to experience a Small Town Fourth™. We headed down to downtown Sheboygan to eat dinner by the waterfront where there were to be fireworks later that evening. In a happy cowinkydink, there was also a little carnival right there as well.

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You can’t tell from this photo, but this is Sam and I on a Tilt-a-Whirl before it started. I used to LOVE the Tilt-a-Whirl. Now it turns out that Tilt-a-Whirls nauseate me. Ask me how I know.

The kiddos really enjoy the carnival games where the carnies basically steal your money in exchange for letting you throw a projectile of some sort at a target. Sam and Quinn worked together to earn enough tickets to buy a gift for me just in case I was missing my cat Sharky.

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Finn spent the rest of vacation as our car dashboard lookout

Quinn had gotten a giant glow stick on the last day of school from a teacher and he carefully saved it for July 4th. Through some miracle, we remembered to take it on vacation and to the fireworks. The thing had a $1 price tag on it. Jack and Quinn played with it joyously, running around a field for a really long time. I need to buy more of those.

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In rod we trust!

Sam also really loved the lead-up to the fireworks, actively participating in family activities and enthusiastically joining us in conversation—oh, wait.

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Evidently this is the teenager version of a glow stick.

Cattails! Cows! Dead birds in the road!

The day after the fourth, our little cottage was a swirling sea of conflicting access needs, wherein Jack and Quinn were coming close to blows and Alex, who was trying to take a conference call, had that air about him that led me to believe if I didn't take action that he would get in the car and drive away, abandoning his family for good.

Not wanting this to happen, I grabbed Quinn and headed out on a walk to see a pasture of cows I'd noticed on a run the day before. En route to said cows, we experienced ALL of rural Wisconsin.

We had a slow race with a tractor.

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It never caught us. But we didn’t catch it either.

We discovered what is inside cattails.

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Regular ol’ plant innards.

We found a dead pigeon.

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Yep. Dead.

And then...the coup de grace...the cows.

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I wish anything made me as happy as looking at cows makes Quinn.

On the way back, all we did was hitchhike.

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Fortunately it was our car.

German food!

Okay, so eating the German food was not super fun. I don't know that eating German food is something I would want to do regularly. But! The waitress was telling us about some of the appetizers and she mentioned a giant pretzel and held her hands about a foot apart and Alex was all, "I don't think we need that," and I said, "No, no, no, we will be purchasing the giant pretzel," and so we did and if you ask Jack what his favorite part of vacation was, he will say, "The giant pretzel."

Giant pretzels!

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Okay, it looks kinda big…


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…okay, once you add Quinn for scale, THAT’S A GIANT PRETZEL!

It was super goddamn delicious too.

Concert/Embarrassing your first born!

I may have mentioned once or twice that Sam is super into music. One of his favorite bands is All Time Low and they happened to be opening for Blink-182 in Milwaukee when we were in Wisconsin. Sam convinced us to let him go and he decided that I should be the parent who took him.

Big mistake. Huge.

What's worse than your mom going to a concert with you?

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This mom going to a concert with you.

I managed to calm down a little bit after that and worked hard on not embarrassing him too much. We ended up having a lot of fun at the concert, but I think I might have successfully gotten myself out of being the concert-attending parent.

Booze!

We drank all kinds of fun drinks on vacation. I've just really started to enjoy beer flights, partly because if you don't like a particular beer, you can make your husband drink it and move on to another one and partly because you get to feel like a giant while you drink it.

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I always really want to like Bloody Marys and I always end up disappointed. This one here was without a doubt the most beautiful drink I’ve ever had though.

Regarding that giant thing:

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Normal-sized beer, normal-sized Alex.

But then...

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Tiny-sized beer, giant-sized Alex.

Goofing off!

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What? Were we supposed to abandon the leftover whipped cream just because we ran out of strawberry shortcake?

Family time!

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I guarantee you, there ain't no five of us sitting around playing Yahtzee in Maryland.

Did I mention the beach?

My kids love the beach. My kids LOVE the beach. They played on the sand and in the water for hours and hours and hours. They were so purely happy that it made me so very happy just to watch them be happy.

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Quinn loves the water more than anyone.


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I don’t know what they like more—building sand structures or crushing sand structures.


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I love how they all get along in the water. No bickering, just joy.


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I don’t even know what they do out there. Sometimes Quinn just jumps up and down in the water. It’s weird and charming and totally happy.  

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Quinn brought home the stick he used to write this. It was one of his souvenirs. It’s in his room right now.
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I just can’t get enough of photographing my kids in the water because they are so happy and beautiful.

These goofballs!

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Do you have any idea how hard it is to take a selfie of five people while you’re floating in an inner tube in the bright bright sun? (Answer: hard.)

I'm going to stop here and continue the rest of our vacation tale in a subsequent post. I predict that will happen prior to Labor Day. Maybe.

8 comments:

  1. Love, love, love your tales. Makes me happy!

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  2. I love every bit of this post. The thing that made me laugh the most is Quinn sitting in your chair, reading a book, drinking a Diet Coke, and asking for another Diet Coke. Does he know you!?!

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  3. He is also sitting under a blanket in the summer, which is also very much me.

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  4. Wisconsin is my "happy place." We went there every summer when I was a kid, growing up in Chicago. Just looking at your pictures, I can still smell the lake and the sand!

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  6. […] last you saw us, we were departing the hectic pace of hanging out by the big lake to discover the peaceful pace of hanging out by a little lake in northern Wisconsin. Alex’s […]

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  7. […] how months ago we went to a cottage and then a cabin in Wisconsin? Well, after that we went to a resort town called Wisconsin Dells. […]

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