A little of this, a little of that

It feels like summer is really finishing up here. The weather has gotten a little cooler, and some leaves have even started to turn and fall off. Bethany was most fascinated by that today after we got home from church--the neighbor's tree had leaves all over the ground around it.

The Saturday before Labor Day, we went to a water park near us. I found out that active and retired military get in free, and their family members get in for $3.00. When we got there, we also found that the girls are young enough that they were free, too, so the whole trip cost us $3.00 (plus gas, of course). It was nice. They had a wave pool, a lazy river, a regular pool (which we didn't go in), a couple of slides and a kiddie area. Meagan actually had the most fun in the wave pool. We went in the deeper part and just rode up and down with the waves. She thought it was great.

I've been feeling a little tired and naseated lately, so last night Nate decided to give me a break, and he took the girls out for the evening. They went to a little pond and fed hard hamburger buns to the ducks and geese, then went to a pet store, picked up some dinner, and finished off at a park with a huge wooden playground. The kids had a great time--they really like the playground, because there's so much to do there. Unfortunately, I think I'm going to have to ban them from going there anymore. Everytime Bethany comes home from there, she has slivers, and last night was no exception. She had one in each hand. You have to understand something about Bethany--she hates to let me look at any of her "owies" unless I'm putting a bandaid on, and that's all I'm allowed to do. She hates the doctor, too, and screams and cries every time we go. So, last night, I get out the tweezers to get the slivers out, and she totally freaks out. I couldn't hold her myself, so I had to get Nate to help. The slivers were deep enough that I had to get a pin to dig a bit. Then she REALLY freaked out, and started puking. Yep, partially digested hot dog in a brown root beer sauce all over me, Nate, Bethany and the floor. Yummm. I almost lost it myself. So I stripped her down to her diaper, wrapped her in a towel, and tried again. It took 30 minutes and everything I had in me to hold her still long enough to get out two silly little splinters. At one point, Nate even went out and gave himself a splinter on purpose, so Bethany could see me get it out, and see that it wasn't a big deal. It didn't help, but it was a nice thought. She still screamed and cried the whole time. Yikes. I hope she never breaks a bone, and heaven help me when I have to take her to the dentist. I'll have to knock her out just for an exam.