Wood

Did you know that your 5th wedding anniversary is your wood anniversary? Neither did we, until Aaron and I were driving out to Maine for a long weekend without the kiddos, and one of his friends mentioned it. Although we never make a big deal about exchanging gifts for our anniversary, we just happened to be planning to buy the rest of the cedar siding for our house. Not the most romantic anniversary gift, but when you think about it, wood can be an interesting metaphor for marriage. Solid. Strong. Beautiful. If you take care of it, it will weather the passing years beautifully. If you neglect it, it begins to rot and fall apart. Every so often Aaron and I take a long weekend to get away by ourselves, to have some grown-up fun and remember what it is like to just be together, without worrying about the dirty house, piles of laundry, or the 10,000 other things we never seem to get done. It's hard to find the time, but it's important to us. We're taking care of our relationship now, so it will be able to weather the many years to come. In the grand scheme of things, 5 years isn't a long time, but to me it seems like a milestone. A good solid start. Let's see where it takes us.

Our trip out to Maine was short and sweet, we left on a Thursday afternoon and drove through Canada to New York state, then slept amazingly comfortably in the back of the truck. I, having never slept in a truck before, thought it was pretty funny. I love road trips and it had been a while since I had been on one. I kept having these fits of giddy giggling, which Aaron didn't quite understand. But he is on the road a whole lot more than I am. Give me a break, I don't get out much ;) The next day we finished the drive through the never-ending state of New York (almost as bad as Ohio) and through a gorgeous part of northern Massachusetts, then up into southern Maine. That night we had dinner in Portsmouth, NH, then fell alseep, exhausted, at around 10 p.m. It is amazing how tired you can get from doing absolutely nothing except sitting in a car! The next morning we woke up, thinking it was 7 or 8, but a check of a clock told us we had slept in until 10:30! Neither one of us could remember the last time we slept that late, it had to have been in the pre-twin era!
Saturday was kind of a blur, we got the siding for our house, (Thanks Bob!) Aaron decided to whip out some bookshelves for the boys in his dad's shop, then it was off to lobster dinner, a must on a trip to Maine. I have to say I love the idea of lobster, but the whole process of de-shelling it and scraping all the green gunky lobster poo off of my food just doesn't do it for me. I had a lobster wrap instead. Let some poor schmo in the kitchen deal with all that lobster poo, not me!
We had drinks with our Bostonian friend, Lauren, who moved from Kalamazoo about 5 years ago, then called it a night, because I had talked Aaron into driving into the White Mountains of NH to attempt to hike up Mt. Washington.
The hike was amazing. the trail was rocky and steep and nothing like a trail you would see in Michigan. Just when your thighs are burning and you don't think you can keep going, you look behind you and are rewarded with the most amazing views. Which is good, because it gives you frequent excuses to stop and catch your breath—I mean, take pictures.
We hiked up Tuckerman's Ravine, which in the winter is a famous backcountry ski spot. It was crazy steep, there's no way I would ski that thing! After you get to the top of the ravine, you see this giant pile of rocks stretching up into the clouds and then you realize those tiny colored things up there are actually people.
You still have a long way to go. We scrambled from boulder to boulder and over little patches of snow (yes! it was cold up there!) until we got to the top, where you are rewarded for all your efforts with the sight of — cars, lots of them. Breaking the peace and serenity of nature are familes with whining kids eating pizza from the snack bar at the visitor's center.
We knew there was an auto road to the top, but it is stll awfully disconcerting to have spent 4 hours hiking through the woods and then end up at a crowded tourist attraction. We hiked back down by another trail with more amazing views, and ended up back at the car 8 hours after we started. We were tired and sore, but I can't wait to do it again. We drove back to Aaron's dad's house, barely awake, and crashed.
Monday we got up at 4 a.m. and started the long trek back to Michigan. We did the drive all in one day, which I don't recommend. Next time I will ask for more time off!
Here are some pics from our trip:

I am old

My thirtieth birthday came and went without much fanfare, I didn't stress the number too much. I have, for the past few years imagined myself to be "just out of college." I cling to the notion that I am one of those cool moms who can still hang with those much younger than I and know what they talking about. Those gray hairs that keep popping up? Nothing to worry about. Recently though, I have realized that I am quickly becoming my own worst nightmare. I am old. I would much rather go to a quiet club than a loud concert. Crowds annoy me. I have started regaling my younger coworkers with stories that start, "Yeah, back when I started taking picures, we had to ...." Even college kids, the group with which I still associate myself, now seem to be so young I can't relate. For example, yesterday I had an assignment to shoot pictures of some new college roommates who got to know each other on facebook.com before meeting in person. We were talking in their room, which was about the size of my own college dorm room, so I was reminiscing about my freshman year of college and how I met my first roommate. I said, "Yeah, I think I wrote a letter to my future roommate." A letter. Handwritten, not typed. I probably sent her a picture too. Shot on film. As I was saying it, I was thinking to myself, "Why didn't I just send her an email?
I told the girls, " Wow, this makes me sound really old (Oh, but I am, aren't I?), but I never had an email account until I went to college." They just kind of looked at me. Come to think of it, I never even owned my own computer until after I graduated college. It was't until I was asking their ages (both 17) and did some quick math that I realized the ugly truth. Those girls were 5 when I started college 12 years ago. 5? 5? As in starting kindergarten? I might as well whip out my cane and start complaining about my arthritis!
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Marathon Birthday weekend

Ahhhhh. That's me sitting down and breathing a sigh of relief after an extremely fun, but exhausting weekend. The boys had a great birthday party with lots of family and friends, and the dinosaur pinata was a big hit (literally). They boys and their cousin Wednesday probably could have spent the entire afternoon whacking away at it, without much success, but we enlisted the efforts of the older girls, and within a few tries, Meagan sent the dinosaur's head flying. Since I had neglected to tell the kids WHY they were whacking the pinata with a T-ball bat, they were utterly surprised when the goodies started falling out. Wednesday was probably the most excited. "Hey, there's DINOSAURS in there! There's lots of candies and toys!" After all the good stuff had been whacked out of the pinata (and into a crowd of unsuspecting children) by Aaron, Riley ended up with a fireball, Connor ended up with some gum and starburst, and Wednesday had collected all the dinosaurs into a little pile. Give the girl some credit, she knows how to get the good stuff!
Cupcakes and presents followed, with Uncle Mark and Aunt Tina (officially Aunt Tina as of Aug 25th, congratulations guys!) winning the best present award for the second year in a row. You can't go wrong with a toy nail gun and drill. The boys didn't put them down all weekend!
Eventually the excitement and sugar overload (Riley ate the frosting off of 2 or 3 cupcakes!) got the best of them and we had a couple of minor meltdowns, but all in all, it was a great day.
Sunday we spent time with the visiting grandparents, Grandma Darrell and Grandpa Rob and Grandma Helen. We attempted to put the house back in order, went to the park, then spent the afternoon painting the trim, windows and gutters on the house. The boys played with the new legos and "designer family" for a while, then headed outside to help us on the house, with the new nail gun and drill, of course! The house project seems neverending, but it is REALLY looking good.
Now it is back to the grind, Aaron is leaving with Mark for a short work trip up north before we leave for our anniversary weekend. 5 years! We are heading out east to Maine, without much of a plan except for having some fun and spending some time together without the kiddies. Hopefully that hurricane hovering off the coast of South Carolina doesn't ruin our weather for the weekend...
Here's a pic of the progress we are making on the house...

The Baker Boys turn 3!

Wow. 3 years ago, I was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. I had one pair of pants that still fit and looked nice enough for work. My feet were so swollen, the only shoes that fit were my tennis shoes, barely laced. I remember being basically exhausted, but excited and anxious for what was to come. I actually had the luxury of knowing when my boys would be born, but there were still so many questions. Would they be healthy? Would I be able to breastfeed them both? Would we be up to the challenge of caring for two tiny, helpless babies?
Obviously, 3 years later, I can say yes, yes and yes. They are no longer tiny, or helpless, or babies. They are boys, little men, who like to help Daddy work on the house and can go potty by themselves, and almost daily amaze me by what they know. Riley taught himself how to whistle last night. They can both count to ten in Spanish. They know the difference between a chop saw and a table saw, and can drill a hole in a piece of plywood. (Of course they have bent or broken several drill bits, but who's counting?) They love dinosaurs and sticks and playing in the dirt. Of course they are not always adorable. "You look pretty mama" or "I love you" come out of the same mouth that says "I'm being sassy" and " I'm just going to sit here and cry, because I want to!" Parenthood is a lot of work, but what other job carries the reward of a big, sloppy kiss or a bear hug?
It's time to stop waxing nostalgic about the boys, we still have to clean the house and go food shopping for the party Saturday, not to mention bake cupcakes, half of them chocolate with chocolate icing for Riley, and half of them funfetti cake with vanilla frosting for Connor. I can't wait to see them beat on the dinosaur pinata I got. Let's just hope nobody gets hurt.

Welcome to our world

So last week, thanks to a friend of mine who recently started her own blog, (Erin!) I got the bright idea to start a Baker family blog, so we can at least attempt to keep better in touch with family and friends. Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows I love to take tons and tons of pictures, but I am notoriously bad about sharing said photos. Hopefully the novelty of this new-fangled technology will spur me to keep it updated. I guess if I know people are looking at the blog, it will shame me into posting stuff periodically.
This weekend was spent toiling away on yet another home-improvement project, the re-siding of our house. Our once-white Cape Cod has been looking decidely dingy for a while now, and it was just a matter of having some time and money to work on it. We bought enough cedar siding to do the front, (we thought) and bought 4 brand-new windows. The trim will be a dark red and the cedar we will stain natural. It looks absolutely fabulous and I can wait to do the rest, but that depends on the status of our budget. The neighborhood response has consisted of people driving by really slowly and staring. The few neighbors who chose to actually acknowledge that we were standing right there while they were gawking ( so many people drive by without so much as a wave!) had really nice things to say about the change, with the exception of one neighbor who called it "funky," but I am taking that as a compliment as well.
Below is a slide show of pics from this weekend. It is still a work in progress, but we're excited.