Thursday, September 18, 2014

Take Your Family to Work Day

PREFACE



Sander's job change meant he went from working an easy, breezy 34 hours a week to over 50 hours per week. {When I think about that, it's like realizing he works two extra days a week.} Combine that fact with the fact that he is gone before we wake up in the morning and thus passes out from exhaustion on the couch in the evenings, and you get a nice picture of how things have been, well, an adjustment for us.

Yesterday evening he asked if we wanted to come along with him today to Fort Collins while he did a bit of troubleshooting and put out some fires. He's been doing lots of that lately, putting out fires.

The truth is that a couple weeks ago he mentioned going up to Loveland in the afternoon {he's been rushing up to Loveland like crazy lately} and I asked if the kids and I could tag along--drop him off at the site, go to a park, maybe hit up that antique mall in Longmont, pick him back up and grab dinner together--but he said no, it wouldn't work. I won't lie, I was disappointed. Feels like we never see him these days...but super proud of how hard he works too.

So yesterday he invites us up to Ft. Collins and at first I was all like, "Oh, no, we'll be in the way..." {even though it totally sounded better than waking up by myself at 7 a.m. to three energetic children, staying home with chores, schoolwork, and discipline all day, and hoping he made it home and wouldn't be sent to any of the four corners of Colorado to clean up a mess someone else made, waiting for him to come home for dinner, putting the kids to bed together, and finally watching him pass out on the couch, and wow this was a long interjection here...} ...where was I? Oh yeah, so then he was like, "No, really. I want you to come, it will be fun."

So after stopping by the office, he stopped by home with a cure for my morning zombie mom syndrome Starbucks drink and we were on our way to Ft. Collins.

Miles he drives a week: 4,593
Phone calls he gets every day: 56,029,284 {x 2}
Complaints his boss says he's gotten from customers 
since Justin started working for him: 0

The first stop was at a place called Timnath {which I'm told is said TIM-nuth and not tim-NAAAATH} whereupon I saw lots of fields and farmland. This is the place he talks about having to go to all the time. The middle of nowhere, except a handful of builders decided it would be a great place to build a chunk of suburbs. Nice, tidy little neo-eclectic homes lined up like "little boxes, on the hillside" and I'm pretty sure they're made of, you betcha, ticky tacky. And they all look just the same. {There's a green greenish-beige one and pink pinkish-beige one and a blue bluish-beige one and a yellow yellowish-beige one...}

"People live up here?!" I exclaimed.
"If you build it, they will come." said Kevin Costner, in my head only 
{which is the best way to experience Kev}.

Though I will admit, new homes are nice and clean feeling. They don't have lead paint and asbestos, so they win there. And new homes have nice amenities like a pool house community center with multiple water slides, and that was exactly where I dropped off my husband. The community center's Control4 system needed fixing. My husband's company has only ONE Control4 expert, and it's him. {And that needs to change, but that's another blog post that no one will want to read.} I drove around the neighborhood admiring how Timnath has designed their neo-eclectic peppered neighborhood with larger sidewalks like they did back in the good old days, then I finally found the playground my husband had directed me toward {it was behind the pool, gotcha}.

He could hardly contain his excitement.

"Just take his pants off," said the grandma at the park when I fretted about Pax getting wet

"Water features"
Pool/community center
We played for an hour and got soaked in the playground's water feature {which was a puddle, created by sprinklers}. Then we drove into an area of Fort Collins that led me to text my sister, "I'm driving through a ghetto. In Fort Collins?! Mind blown." She texted back, "La Porte?" and I said, "Sorry, probably shouldn't say 'ghetto'. Trailer park full of hoarders and a few neglected alpacas." Then I told her how Fort Collins makes me remember fondly taking day trips up, solo or with one small baby, to see her and her babies. I miss her living a mere hour away. And College Ave will always remind me of the autumn we saw her off to live in her dorm at CSU. I digress. Sheet.

This time the destination was a gas station. Yes, a gas station. And it came to pass that Justin was able to fix the security cameras that the gas station owner couldn't connect to from his cozy neo-eclectic home in California.

His tasks for the day were complete {we thought} and so I drove us to Downtown Fort Collins and parked and texted my sister, "Where shall we eat?" and she doth did reply, "Coopersmiths. Or go to Little Bird for coffee and such and you're the best sister ever." {Bea, I know if you're reading this you know I'm taking liberties with my writing and as an author, you get that. Like how you write about me only thinking mom was trying to push me off that cliff that one time when I was 8, but we both know she really meant to.}

Bourbon burger
This is called "beer"
Fish 'n' chips
So it came to pass that we had lunch at Coopersmith's. Justin and I split/shared a bourbon burger and their fish and chips {BEST. FISH.N.CHIPS. IN. THE.GALAXY UNIVERSE.} and the kids were lame and wanted things like CORN DOGS off the kids menus, even though--you know--when in Rome, but get this: they had rootbeermilk. Read that right? Yes, root-beer-MILK. Justin and I took 10% tax of their drinks and decided rootbeermilk is awesome and delicious and might just be the answer to how when I order a root beer float I only drink the creamy root beer and leave the ice cream left over. Basically, someone took that concept and turned it into ROOTBEERMILK and it's, frankly, 50 Shades of Delicious. An' I'ma havta find mysef a way to mayk dat at home, yo. #word

Also, their Octoberfest beer is stunning, in spite of the fact that they don't spell it 'Oktoberfest', NEIN! We split that too. Good gracious. What we've lacked lately in minutes spent together, we made up in calories today. #ihavealifethatsgood

Little Bird
So it came to pass that we were on our way back to the car and Sander detoured me toward Little Bird coffee shop--albeit our tummies full of crispy fish, bourbon beef, and rootbeermilk, and just typing this makes me wonder where I stored the Pepto Bismol--and ordered himself a couple cookies and myself a coffee. #tums

I texted my sister, "Thanks for the suggestions! We ate at both. It's your fault my diet is ruined." Or something like that.

That was our day, I'm only leaving out the 50,001 phone calls my husband takes during the day to direct his team and connect with the boss. He is a busy man. In fact, he's been losing weight lately, I've noticed. Wasting away because he's working long hours and doesn't eat lunch or breakfast most days. Well, darngabbit, he ate well today!

"I should take a page from your book." I said.
"Overworking and not eating? I don't think so, honey."

Touche.

On our way back home, Sander decided to detour into Brighton to fix a model home that was on the list for tomorrow. I didn't mind, we decided there was plenty of time. I had never been to Brighton before, actually, and realized it's not a suburb at all. It's like it's own little old town. Mind blown. Again. We waited in the parking lot--even though I sort of did want to see inside these adorable model homes which were Stapleton cute {and had the mini-yards to match} even if they were made out of beige ticky-tacky--because going into pristine model homes with three tired and messy little ones would be stupid.

Little boxes...
We can't always tag along with Daddy, but for today we got to spend some much needed time together. I don't think we've had this sort of mellow day in months.
Find model homes, look for flags
Window shopping Ft. Collins
Selfies in Downtown Ft. Collins
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a husband to transport from couch to bed. Even though he had plans to watch a movie with me this evening. Zzzzz.....

Post edit: he just downed a Red Bull to try and keep his promise of watching a movie with me. This is like, one of the sweetest things he's ever done...drank a Red Bull just to spend time with me. (͡๏̯͡๏)

END PREFACE


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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Kitchen Makeover - Part One

Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
Yes, that is our kitchen. Now you know why I haven't shared many photos or much of anything about our kitchen. It's not horrible, but it's nothing to write home about either. Look, I recently read THIS POST which makes SUCH a great point regarding remodeling, redecorating, and home decor--and what is really important. I'm going to stop you here, GO. READ. THAT. POST. Then come back and we'll talk.

Done? Good. So don't get me wrong, we have a kitchen and it works and it's a wonderful thing! Yay! Our house came with a kitchen! {And a kitchenette in the basement, well shoot, we're rich.} I've been struggling lately with my priorities and daily life. I've experienced a paradigm shift and have realized in a way I've never experienced before that we don't have much time here and most of what I've been doing with my life is unimportant. Oh boy...that sounds really depressing doesn't it? I'm not depressed, actually, I'm {intensely} looking to the clouds with anticipation, if you get my drift. I need to be more careful when I'm driving.

So it's been a struggle to convince myself not to give up on the hobbies and things I used to indulge all my free time and effort into. It felt unnatural at first, to focus some of myself back onto materials and things and appearances, but I'm getting into this kitchen makeover thing now in an effort to keep busy. We've officially started the project.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
Our kitchen is subtly dated--by that I mean, it doesn't have avocado green appliances or shag carpeting, just 90s touches and disgusting tile and grout. And yellowed linoleum that we don't care to tear up because asbestos. I haven't felt much motivation to be in there, decorate, or put much effort into the kitchen. It never feels clean.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
When we bought our house, we fantasized about knocking down the wall that borders the living room. In fact, we've been in several open houses here since moving in, and seen our same model updated in the same way, knocking down the wall and opening up the kitchen. Oh yes, we thought we'd ditch the galley kitchen setup and open the kitchen up. We had plans for an island, all new appliances. We also realized that was going to cost at least $20k, if we did it right and to code. Basically...it was never going to happen any time soon.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
But a funny thing happened when we moved in and started using this kitchen for a couple months: we started liking it. Surprising to both of us, a few months in we found ourselves having an evening conversation along the lines of, You know, I really do actually like the kitchen this way. Our rental home had a galley kitchen also, however, it was a dead-end galley kitchen and was 18 inches narrower. Those details make a huge difference. Also, we have a surprising bit of extra cupboard space, this kitchen is bigger than it appears. It's plenty for us.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
A few cosmetic updates will be just the ticket. No need to replace the cupboards, they are so sturdy and well built, 1957 quality--they don't make 'em like they used to, ya know? So a handful of cosmetic updates is the plan. We're having fun so far with this project. I think.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
Dude, there's tile on our window sills. All of them. With the worst, most dirty looking grout. It looks gritty, it ain't pretty. I want it gone, gone, gone. It's in our bedrooms too, and I've been painting glossy white it to match our trim. But that's like putting a Band-Aid on a festering wound.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
Since we've moved in, we've gotten two quotes from two big window replacement companies--the best of the best--and while we'd like to have our 1957 crank-style, poorly insulated windows replaced ASAP...it's not cheap. But here's the thing about remodeling or DIY makeovers: there is a domino effect. You want a new countertop? Might as well update the sink while you're at it. And the tile MUST be replaced if you're going to mess with the countertop. If you're going to replace the tile, you should go ahead and do the window while you're at it. So Justin decided to be brave and attempt a window replacement on his own.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
Yes! Yes! Yes!!!
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
GOODBYE TILED WINDOW SILL! Buh-bye now! Buh-bye! Get lost. Scram!!!
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
I will admit it: I had my doubts. I wasn't sure. {I also freaked out when he started the project--which included cutting out the METAL window frame with a sawzall--and he forgot to tape off the window and use a mask and the kids were around. A 1957 window means LEAD, friends. So I made him call Poison Control to see if we needed to have our kids' blood tested before he moved on. All is well.}
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
It was an intimidating project {to me} but he did it. The window has been replaced! Will he do all of them? I don't know...we really want higher quality {than what you can buy at Home Depot} windows in the rest of the home, and taking out all those metal frames would be a nightmare. What, with the LEAD and the NOISE and the WIFE freaking out. Oh, and we're thankful for our neighbor, "Handy Dan", who--despite his recent hip replacements--is still kicking and hardworking. He was able to help Justin out when he hit a tricky spot, and loaned us his crow bar as well as an heirloom tomato and a few heads of garlic from his garden. {He actually did the roof on our house!} We have some eggs set aside for him and his wife.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
So with Justin working on the final touches on the window, and the kids distracted with Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit {Haven't seen it? Watch it, it's British humor, creative art, and family entertainment at it's very best--what other animated film can you watch and see the artist's fingerprints all over it?} I got to work on killing this tile!
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
Oh man... this felt good to do. Whoever did this tile job could not possibly have been a professional. {Not that we are either, but we've tiled before and done much better than this.} Wavering, uneven sandy gritty grout lines. Rippled square tile--not offset. I was so pleased to take a chisel and a hammer and take out all my rage on this tile. I was all like, TOWANDA!!!!

I should tell you about my vision, the kitchen-to-be. See, it involves an apron sink, see? :::taps cigar and wiggles eyebrows::: Because I've always wanted an apron sink. Like, always. Our home didn't come with one, our rental didn't have one, our previous homes didn't have one, my Barbie Folding Fun House didn't even have one. Now, I have one.
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
New sinks can be expensive, especially fireclay apron sinks. Thankfully, IKEA has a very affordable one, the Domsjö comes in a single bowl or a double bowl. The double won't fit our kitchen unless we hacked into the silverware drawer, but I also really prefer a single bowl. I just dew.

Imagine my heartbreak when we arrived at IKEA this past weekend, for their special deduct-your-restaurant-tab-from-your-purchase sale, only to find that they were INDEFINITELY. OUT. OF. STOCK!
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
I went through the several stages of sink grief at this point. First I doubted, No, this can't be true. Second, I pouted. Third, I snapped at my husband who snapped back {we were hungry too}. Fourth, I snapped at my kids {they were fussy...because they were hungry}. And finally, I accepted, Waaah!!! I'm never going to get my apron sink! Woe is me. Can the world just end?

So, we had lunch and planned to get the countertops that day instead.
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Long story short: With our food receipt in hand, we headed back up to the kitchen section. Spoke to IKEA employee. I'd Googled enough during lunch to learn that this sink has been backordered for EIGHT. MONTHS. I'd also read that a few were making it into stores here and there, and that many stores had a waiting list. I hoped to get on that waiting list. Instead, the employee told us she believed they had TWO--2!!!--in stock at the moment. She called down to the warehouse, had ours reserved--DIBS!--and we paid right there in the kitchen section. Yes!!! There is hope of owning an apron sink before the world ends after all!

The next day, the last day of the sale, we went back for lunch and to buy our countertops. We strapped them to the top of our Volvo and carefully drove down I-25...for a 1/4 mile before I made Justin exit and take the long way because I have visions of the wind ripping these things off and killing a family of four in the SUV behind us. {My blasted imagination combined with my anxiety at it's best.}
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1
And so, our little kitchen makeover has begun. {I can't call it a remodel, right? Since we're not knocking out a wall, I think.} Part 2 will hopefully show our removal of the old counter tops and the installation of the sink. I'm chomping at the bit to get going, but alas, we have to wait for FedEx to deliver the new faucet. {Although I'm trying to convince my husband that we can drag dirty dishes down to the basement sink for the time being, so far he's hesitant. I bought paper plates. He's still hesitant.}
Kitchen Makeover - Part 1

Cheers,
Heather, tile killer

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Opining for Cash


I woke up at 6 a.m. this morning, did my makeup and a crap job on my hair that I would regret all day, then hopped in the car and headed downtown for the Tabor Center. Justin greeted his mom at our home and she took the kids for the day. Seeing as the Sander says adieu to this Erickson still in bed every morning middle of the night these days, it felt good to be the one to leave first for once.

Sort of.

Not really.

Okay, I was so tired.

Just this past Tuesday, I'd been called for a research study for the following Thursday. {Two days notice!} It was to be held ALL day, first time that has ever happened.

I hurried down in my Volvo, making sure the gas tank was full because these days if it gets near 1/2 tank, the car thinks it's out of gas. I skipped Starbucks--which I would regret all day, even now, for the lack of caffeine--and made a beeline downtown. I-25 was already congested in places. I'm good enough at finding my way downtown, but did have to blinker-beg another driver to turn onto Larimer street at the last minute. I didn't want to be late, you see, or you lose your chance at the "early bird" drawing for another $50, which I wouldn't go on to win and that makes me regret skipping Starbucks even more. I entered the Lobby at 7:21, glanced at the elevators, then to the Ink! coffee shop in the lobby, then back to the elevators. Ink! would have to wait, the line was too long and I've been dropped from studies for being a minute or two late before.

7:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., I was participating in a mock jury research study.

When I was done with the paperwork, I realized they weren't even going to start the study until 9 a.m., so I sneaked back down to the lobby and paid $5 for an iced mocha that is usually my favorite--from Ink!--but sadly the baristas made it gross and weak and I'll be calling them for my money back because I couldn't even finish it.

{$5 for slightly flavored milk?! This was the first time Ink! has ever let me down.}

Of course on the phone they said there would be a continental breakfast served. Although the lady pronounced it, "confidential breakfast", and that should have given me a clue. Because it ended up being a small cluster of grapes and some bagels so picked over and cream cheese so repeatedly dipped into by strangers that I couldn't. I just couldn't. {Look, I can't even pump gas without using a paper towel to handle the gas pump. Happy, mom? I'm not even a germaphobe. But...what if my eye itches when I get back into my car? 7/11 is for pink Slurpees, not pink eye.}

Now, I have participated with many focus groups over the years. I've taste tested new Hot Pocket ideas, helped NatureSweet make decisions on their new cherry tomato line, I've given my opinion on fracking by using a dial, talked about formula brands and packaging, and we even did a study where we had to collect and return our baby's used diapers for three weeks straight! Yes, used diapers. Justin has done a few also, as well as two in-home studies that pay very well {$300-500}, but they bring an entire camera crew and ask to see every room of your house while asking you all about your pets and what your smartphones could do to help you keep pets.

The studies are fun, because you're paid to give your opinion and opining is something I do well and frequently anyway. It's true, just ask my husband.

Today's study was different in that they didn't seat a group of 6-8 people around a conference table in comfy chairs for an hour or two like they usually do. Instead, it was a mock jury and we were crammed sardine-style into a small room, sitting in hard straight back chairs, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. Basically, they tried to make it realistic by torturing us, civil servant tax payer style. So you try and keep your arms crossed and your knees glued together so as not to impede on your neighbor's space, even though the guy next to me didn't bother and our thighs became well acquainted...for NINE HOURS.

Again, it was a mock jury study. I can't tell you what it was about--signed papers first thing saying I'd keep it a complete secret. {It wasn't that exciting, trust me.} I had to initial two pages worth of disclosures. I will tell you that if you live in America, then you've heard of the company involved in this lawsuit, and interestingly every single one of us in today's study sided with this company. I'll be keeping my eye on the news to see how the case pans out...

I'm so glad I thought to grab a Snickers bar at the store last night and tuck it into my purse, because the nice boxed lunch we were promised in order to get us to agree to a 7:30a-6:00p study--following a full breakfast of 8 grapes, you will remember--was a half sandwich and a bag of overly salty chips. My blood sugar was not in good shape for being read nearly 100 pages of legalese today, but we all suffered through it and had a few laughs before finally leaving the mock jury and collecting our checks in the office lobby.

$245 for a day of opining, even if it means 9 hours in a chair that reminds you that you broke your tailbone quite thoroughly years ago {I have x-rays to prove it} and it has never quite healed, is not bad.

I had parked about 10 miles underground in the Tabor Center parking garage and rushed to my car alone. I HATE parking garages. They scare me. I've seen too many movies. I sighed in relief when I was in my Volvo and hit the lock button. Do you know how many people work in the Tabor Center? It took forever to get out of the parking garage and had to pay for parking {covered by the research group} and I had to exit onto Lawrence street at a 45 degree angle in my car which worried me once again because when Volvo is on a steep hill sometimes it thinks it is out of gas then too and decides to stall. I gunned it out of there, after paying my ticket. {Sander promises to fix the car soon, but it's like, a 2-3 day deal of getting under the seats and into the gas tank and he amazes me that he can even do such things.}

Sander was already home with the kids by the time I ended up in two traffic jams {Broadway and also Speer near Cherry Creek are hellish}. I was well paid today, but also well reminded why I'm SO GLAD the rat race is a part of my past and no part of the foreseeable future for me. How people fight traffic jams every day is beyond me.

The taste tests, and heck even the diaper studies, are more fun than today, yes, but focus groups are a fun and easy way to make money in general. I'm on the calling list with both Fieldwork and Plaza Research in Denver and they call me regularly. I only get selected for, oh, 1 out of every 8 calls I get. But if you like giving opinions and doing something different, they are fun. Although I worry sometimes that I'm the awkward, talks too much participant. I've been embarrassed before in blurting out strange things like, "Red and yellow food packaging just makes me think McDonald's food, yuck." and "Tissue companies should not be exploiting Olympians to get more sales!"

As I wrap up this post, I realize I make focus groups sound pretty lousy, but in reality they are a lot of fun and easy money. You should do it. Register for your local companies who host focus groups. If you're opinionated like me, there is no better way to earn cash.

I've decided the money I made opining today is going to go toward our kitchen makeover. I'm excited to start, everything is planned out in my head and I'm ready to execute.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a weary tailbone to rest. {I'm butthurt.}

Cheers,
Heather

Friday, August 22, 2014

Eisley's Sharky Sixth Birthday!

Eisley is SIX!
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium 
As Eisley's birthday now comes on the heels of her little brother's birthday, not even a whole month apart, this year we opted to keep it simple. We nixed the party tradition and took Eisley & The Sibs down to the Downtown Aquarium. Eisley, you see, has been obsessed with sharks lately. {And after last year's TIGER themed birthday, I was sort of glad I didn't have to throw some shark themed party. What's with all the dangerous animal obsessions, Eisley? What is next year? Black widows? Oi.}

In other news, Violet continues to develop her talent as a diabolical photo bomber. 
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium 
First thing's first when you get to the Downtown Aquarium: ride the carousel outside. 
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
Pax is too little to ride, but he kept his cheery demeanor 
even though he was probably dying a little bit inside. 
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
The Downtown Aquarium is truly impressive. They have great exhibits. 
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I just adore these sister girls. See how close they are in size? 1.5 lbs difference between the two. We are frequently asked if they are twins.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
They have the most adorable little otter at the DA.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
I could have watched this little guy do his thing all day.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
They have some rather large fish to watch.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
There is something about sea creatures, they are so alien.
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Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
This animatronic orangutan scared the tar out of Violet. Ha!
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
Aaaand then there is the tiger. Too bad he couldn't come to Eisley's 5th birthday party. But really, I dislike when I see animals such as this in captivity. A fish is one thing, a beast that is made to run and hunt and have a social life is another thing. It's a constant debate with me, when we go to the zoo and such. I want to take my kids...but I wish the animals could live in their natural habitats. Whoops, I digressed. I mean, here's a bored cute tiger:
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
Finding Nemo and family lived here, among the coral.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium

Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
Then, we finally hit the exhibit Eisley had come to see...
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
The sharks! They have a very large tank with sharks swimming all around. I'm not much of a fan of the ocean, honestly. Here is one reason why.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
Ha. SMILE!

But my Eisley girl has decided recently that she is absolutely obsessed with them.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
They look vicious, don't they?
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
Jellyfish. Seriously so alien.
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At the very end of all the exhibits, just before you advance to the exit, they have this one last area...
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You get to pet the stingrays. {Or, "stinkrays", as Violet called them.}
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
They are slimy and a little creepy {knowing how they can kill} and travel around the water like birds flying through the water.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
So that was quite a fun way for a six-year-old to spend her birthday.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
We went home, opened presents, ate cupcakes, and had dinner. The next day we headed to The Farm to riding horses and check on our ducks, post--you betcha--forthcoming.
Eisley's 6th Birthday at Downtown Aquarium
Happy Birthday Eisley girl!!!