We need more table time

I feel like by the time we get Jacob home from school and snacked and homeworked we sort of fritter the afternoon away with perhaps a show or two and then lots of running around and screaming (read: fighting).  I saw these pictures from a few weeks ago and it hit me...the minute Jacob gets home I either want us to be outside, reading books, or puttering at the table.

I'm just gettin' greedy, right?  Ah well, they're cute, anyway.

Leland face!  (Above and below.)

By the way, Jacob and sports cards?  A winning combination! 

And Jacob not changing out of Sunday clothes?  The best!

Domo Arigato Mista Tow-Mato

You've gotten us through the most tumultuous month of this family's existence.  We are forever grateful.

Tokyo Mater


Unidentified Flying Mater


Rescue Squad Mater


Monster Truck Mater


Heavy Metal Mater


El Materdor


Mater the Greater

We haven't seen the new Cars movie, but the boys found these on disneyjunior.com and have now watched them so much they are burned into their brains.  Forever.  I know this because I find them all over the house staging lively "replays" of the action.  And because giggles and squeals like the ones these shows elicit are the real deal.

They're funny tho.  You won't be sorry to spend 15 minutes on them.  Especially Tokyo Mater.  Pleeeease watch Tokyo Mater.

As for our move (and a few other things) I'm just not ready to blog about them yet.  Not necessarily too painful or anything, just too much for me to synthesize.

I thought I'd come out of semi-retirement by posting these videos, but ten minutes after I started this post I got a heartfelt email from Matt's sister, Rachel, asking Natalie and me to please please update our blogs because she and Stephen love their nephews too much to bear any more blog silence.  So, with that in mind (and let me tell you how sweet it was to receive such an email) here are the boys on the "slippy slide" (Nico's pronunciation). 







Here's a sample of Benjamin's hair when dry.  Such enviable curls!  By the way, he spent 10 minutes with that bag of cereal.  Throwing it.  Mashing it.  Hugging it.  Dog piling on it.  All while smiling like this.  Totally worth the "investment"!  The honey nut O's held up very nicely and were still totally edible.  That's my mom advice for this post.  Bags of cereal.  You're welcome!

An end and a beginning

Long, overly-sentimental post below. You've been warned.

In two short months we are moving. From Chicago. Gasp. And we are moving to, um, to, um oh I'd better just spit it out...to Arkansas!

Matt is graduating from the University of Chicago in March and we are unexpectedly and happily heading south. We are so very grateful that Matt got a great job in Little Rock. A job that is just what he wants to do. A job that will allow him to come home by 5:30 most nights. And a job that will pay for a moving company to pack up my house and move us. Woot woo!

All that aside, I am still a little stunned about the, um, locale. I mean, Arkansas? It just has never, ever, ever been on my radar. When our friends, the Clives, got a job at the Walmart head offices and moved there (to an Arkansas city 3 hours from Little Rock) it crept onto the edge of my radar, but only the edge. Waaaay out there.

I really already wrote about this two years ago (below the pics of my bathing babies). And let me just say, for those of you who linked over and read that post, that the Arkansas news feels like New Jersey. A lot! It came from way out of left field. It's also missing the "cool factor" and the years long preparation that Chicago and Atlanta had so it's even harder to embrace it sight unseen.

But really, I think the hardest part is that I am someone who puts down roots, dang it! It almost hurts to think of leaving because I have worked hard to belong here. And to love it here. Not that I do either all that well... I can see myself in a cartoon form with a big hand pulling me out of the ground with a bunch of little roots at my feet. Each one is labeled with things I'll miss. And each is screaming in agony. (Drama!) Hyde Park Produce, the Metra train into the city, tree lined streets, cool old homes and architecture, the sailboats on the lake, the Museum of Science and Industry, the lake, the skyline, the restaurants, museum campus, the tot lot, the parks (oh, the parks!), our day to day rhythms and routines, apartment building living, Jacob's school, our church congregation, our community of friends, the view from our window, walking everywhere we go...so very much! The length of this list aside, it's virtually impossible for me to describe what I'll miss. But waves of emotion are breaking over me. Tears might be falling.

Additionally, with Jacob starting kindergarten and the birth of Benjamin, our third child, we are a very different family than the one that moved here. Matt and I are now thirtysomethings (young ones!). And our family is growing up. Cue more sentiment. Moving means we are moving into a new phase of family life. A phase I welcome, but that I can't believe has come. When we moved here little Nico had just barely learned how to walk. More roots screaming in agony...

A few pictures of our first moments in Chicago at the park outside of our building.




























And while, again, it hurts to move we are honestly barely fitting into the life we built here two and a half years ago. Throwing the kids into the stroller and taking the train into town just isn't as realistic with a school aged kid, a preschooler, and a baby with unflinchingly rigid sleeping and feeding needs. Also, all sentiment aside, this growing family (when the mother is being realistic) is very ready to welcome the many wonderful things this move will bring. The least of which include a dishwasher, washer/dryer and back yard. Oh who am I kidding, and a garage, central heat and air, wall to wall carpet, a garbage disposal, and a garbage can that isn't 8 floors away. I'd by lying if part of me isn't thrilled to move.

But, when I research Little Rock I honestly wonder if they even have the internet. Information is pretty sparse. And then the panic starts. What is Little Rock like? Will the kids make friends? Will I make friends? Will our house be nice? Will we like the school? How long will we live there? WHAT ARE WE DOING?!?!! (gasp, pant.)

As I mentioned before, and I will take this to the bank, I remember when New Jersey didn't feel like home. I remember when Atlanta didn't feel like home. I remember when Chicago didn't feel like home. And I remember the beautiful moments when they suddenly felt like home. It's hard to believe that my Chicago life, that I was terrified to enter, is now my welcome, comfortable world that I am heartbroken to leave. Matt jokes that home is where your underwear drawer is. Not where you grew up, but where you're living right now. The place where you live, labor, love AND store your underwear. We are so fortunate to have so much to bring with us on our journey to Arkansas: family, the gospel, relationships, memories, traditions...so much! (Do I add an underwear joke here? Or is it too much? Hmmm.) It's just hard to realize that those things are enough. But, they are. Moving to a new city has a wonderful way of helping you realize what matters most.

And now, with no beautifully choreographed conclusion paragraph, and before I get too sentimental (too late!), I give you our Chicago Bucket List. A lot of it we've done before. None of it is terribly unique, but here she is:

1. Architectural boat tour (I've already done this, but Matt hasn't, and it was awesome!)
2. Adler planetarium (I've heard mixed reviews of this, but I think my space-centric kids will enjoy it. And somehow, we've never gone!)
3. Ice Skating on the Midway
4. Go to a taping of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me (Already bought the tickets! It's funny, when we moved here this was high on our list of things to do...two years later and we're barely squeaking it in.)
5. Garfield Conservatory
6. Our regular museum revisits: MSI, Children's, Notebaerte (I want to see if the kids are still terrified of the butterfly haven. Especially the ones "with eyes". The horror! They've shunned the haven every time we've visited.), the Art Institute, the Field, Lincoln Park Zoo. The Works! I don't know if this is a realistic goal, but I'm up for the challenge. Jacob might start really playing hooky.
7. Trader Joe's (This has always been at our disposal, but it's been a pain to go and so we haven't utilized it enough. If you can imagine, Little Rock doesn't have one!)
8. This restaurant (chilaquilis, pupusas, oh my!) and a few others both new and old to us
9. Buckingham Fountain one last time (when it thaws)
10. Millennium Park (another revisit, but this was a fairly regular haunt our only summer in Chicago...memories!)
11. Dinner in Chinatown

More things will probably crop up, but for now we'll leave it at that.

Thanks for listening. (sob.)

An extra, when we were driving into the neighborhood on our first day we told Jacob there was a park next to our building. He was so excited and when we got out of the car he asked, "Is that the park?!"


















Um, no sweetie. So cute.

Dear Chicago Sports Fest,

I love you. I only wish I'd known about you earlier.

Love,
Robyn

The Sports Fest is held at the McCormick convention center, which is probably the largest indoor space I have ever been in (this picture shows about a third of the room).













Seriously, this was amazing. Perfect for my little men. If you know my kids at all, you know this is right up their alley. Behold!

Soccer and bouncy balls





































Inflatables


















40 yard dash with sensors that record your speed





























































Nicholas requested that Matt carry him...





































More inflatables

























Still more





































Balloon tennis

























Remote control cars













Bowling

























Golf





































Big wheels!





































Hula hoops













And what did Benjamin do while they laughed, jumped, kicked and hit? He sat and endured.













Thank you my sweet baby. Someday I'll find you something cool to do and make the big boys sit around bored while you do it.

Truly a great morning.

Merry Christmas!

A Home Run for Team Hutch

Tonight we had a lazy summer evening. We got dinner at Arctic Circle (blessed fry sauce!) and then broke out the sidewalk chalk. Dad drew the boys a real fifties kid hopscotch board and even gave them a demo. Did you know that the name for the thing you throw in hopscotch is a "tah"? Dad brought some chairs out so the grown ups and Benjamin could relax while the big boys played.

All that alone made for a delightful evening.

Then Mom and Dad's neighbors Vern and Vanita Law came by to chat. Vern Law was a pitcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates. He was on the 1960 World Series Team (pitching and winning two full games in that Series) and won the Cy Young award that same year. Very impressive credentials. Matt and I visited his home a few years ago to see his memorabilia and Matt was allowed to hold his World Series Ring. When he touched it there was a palpable pulse of excitement in the room. Like an emotional sonic boom.

The Laws have lived across the street from my parents for years, but none of his accomplishments resonated at all with me until I married Matt. Now I truly love baseball and I appreciate the significance of his career. I felt star struck around him myself.

The boys have a book about Roberto Clemente who was a teammate of Vern Law's. I brought Jacob over and introduced him and told him that Brother Law played with Roberto Clemente. Jacob's face lit up with genuine excitement. It was a special moment for me to see him meet such a great man and appreciate who he was.

Brother Law was gracious enough to pose for pictures with the boys.

And he even signed their baseballs.

A very cool night indeed.