We've had so much going on so plenty of pictures, but I'm behind on posting them! Duluth has graced us with both summer and fall this year and I have to say, it's pretty amazing. I don't know that we ever get BOTH.
Enger Tower. A must see for our visitors.
Becca came up to visit.
Becca and Auntie G....basically heaven for Kylie!
The lake showed off for Becca!
Becca and I went to Gooseberry Falls. It was perfect for some hiking and sightseeing!
We start our story on a normal evening. All is calm (ish) at the Thompson home. The football game is on, the Packers are losing (yes!), the Seahawks are winning elsewhere. All is well.
And then, it starts. Mother lays on the couch. For those of you unaware of the process, this is the signal to "attack." Kylie immediately runs over to lay on her (in the most comfortable position for all). Which signals Sophie to join the huddle, along with baby.
This is an unacceptable option for the Child who either wants Mother all to herself, or just to spite her little sister (Hint: It's option two). So she rotates to the most advantageous position for button pushing.
A fight ensues. A fight is broken up. No one gets to suffocate Mother. One child pouts, the other child want to jump.
The wolf stalks her prey.
That one guy (almost irrelevant with Mother in the room) attempts to intervene.
A compromise is struck (forced) of turn taking. It goes over very well.
This should come as no shock to anyone. I'm what you might call, "directionally challenged." More so than anyone I've ever met. I never stop using my GPS. However, Duluth is giving me some particular trouble. You see, we start with the concepts of uphill or downhill, and The Lake (Lake Superior) as a landmark. Directions are given like this: "You go up 19th until you get to the school (UMD)..." or "Go down to the lake on 21st and take a right at the McDonalds..." The problem is, these directions are given on the flat part of Duluth. You have to know if you are on the top of the hill or the bottom without any obvious clues.
Then we've got the one ways. Allllllll the one ways. Once you figure them out, it's a slick way to get around because all the lights are timed to make it a smooth trip. Until you do, expect excessive circling.
The cherry on top is the road construction. Let me say about this little piece of the puzzle: I'm thankful for road construction! Duluth streets are crappy beyond measure, and road construction is proof that things are improving. Things are improving all over the place, for several blocks. Some streets are totally closed. Some you can pass through, but not turn up or down.
Not even my GPS can save me from this deadly combo.
And then we have UMD (The University of Minnesota - Duluth, where I'm taking a class). We are in Duluth, MN, aka the frozen tundra, so the brilliant builders of the school connected all of the buildings. You can get from the dorms to every class on campus in your PJs in the middle of winter. Awesome sauce! The interesting thing, is all buildings don't connect on the same floor. Floor one of this building connects to floor two of the next building. It's not totally clear where the buildings change. Or which direction you need to go. The signage is pretty bad. Most people know their own classes, and a few big landmarks, but ask anywhere else and they just give a knowing, sad little smile. Even if they do know where you need to go, it's up stairs, down stairs, around corners, click your heels together three times and do a little dance.
If someone could really up the work on a Transporter, that would be great. Thanks.
Since I didn't have many pictures to share, here's a cute one of Grandma and Soapy (I have to record her saying her own name. So cute! "Soapy Tommy?")
Part of the big picture of moving to Minnesota is to give JonJo a break. They have been raising the lovely girls all by themselves for these years, and while that was 100% their choice, everyone needs a breather sometimes. More than once a year for a week. Just a third adult for a pickup or two. I thought it would take a minute or two to show my usefulness. Nope! S decided to get sick yesterday. Enter, Super Auntie to the rescue! A decent excuse to spend the day in my pjs? Yes please!
Sophie had a different opinion. Jo told her last night.
Jo - "Auntie is going to stay home with you tomorrow."
S - "Mom stay home?"
Jo - "Mom is going to work."
S - "Dad stay home?"
Jo - "Dad is going to work."
S - "Kylie stay home?"
Jo - "Kylie is going to school."
Uh hu. I will win you over, kid. I got up at 7:15 in the morning for you! Which may or may not have helped my cause.
We spent the day doing fun things (according to her):
Playdough. First flat. Then in balls. Not pictured here, also in snakes.
Hanging out outside in footie jams and crocs.
Biking. Hers is pink and has Barbie on it. She also told me about the red one. I'm learning quickly how to understand her, though her three year old "accent" is...creative.
In case anyone was doubting how classy we are, here she is waiting for the garbage truck, in the garage. Crocs, jams, thousand year old phone, and all.
The truck came! She watched him all the way down the alley. Very impressed.
The ever popular, "Where did Sophie go?" Answer: To the moon? Yes!
A moment for the mutt. Can't get a decent picture of her, ever.
Finally, a talent that impressed me so much, tracing her hand! Sophie is amazing!