planes, trains, and...parachutes?!?

i had an appointment this morning with my little buddy. we were in and out rather quickly and then, as i had promised earlier, we went to play at the train park.
still enamored by trains...
while we were there, we peeked in the windows of the train depot and watched a real train go by.
exploring the depot, peeking in the windows...
old safe sitting outside the depot...
we decided to explore, so we walked down the trail into the woods. we found a half-hollow tree riddled with woodpecker holes. we have a resident woodpecker behind our house, so he thought this was great, seeing how the woodpecker drills holes in the wood to get his food.

the woodpecker's diner
then we set out to see what treasures we could find...
our treasure collection...
we gathered flowers, rattle-y seed pods, and sparkly rocks, as we laughed watching the squirrels play chase. we discovered a tree that had grown around some concrete that had been left at it's base. 
(it's interesting how nature compensates for the things man does, and still grows and thrives.)
chunk of concrete under the tree
on our trek down the paved path through the woods, we also found a hidden swing set. it was such an unexpected surprise, and the little man was thoroughly delighted by the discovery.
"higher, mommy, higher!"
as i stood there swinging him in the middle of the peaceful woods, listening to him laughing and begging "higher, mommy, higher!" it occurred to me that this was THE perfect moment in time. the peace, the joy, the gratitude for the fullness my of life, flooded over me and i was overwhelmed by the moment.

not a worry was on my mind, no grocery or cooking lists were running through my head, i wasn't thinking about bills or lesson plans, and it didn't matter what else was going on in the world. 

THIS was the perfect moment and the perfect place to be. i just stood there soaking it in for as long as i could, swinging my little guy as high as he could stand it, and letting the magic of the moment wash all of my cares away. i wanted to hit the "pause" button and savor every second.
ancient ceiling fan
perfect florida day, not a cloud in sight
i love to imagine old buildings as they were in the past
we meandered back through the woods, played on the playground with some new friends for a little bit, watched a miniscule spider and a tiny strange "crab" looking bug crawl on the playground train, and then headed to the car after a quick detour back to the depot.
old signal light
one last show of independence before leaving
instead of heading straight to the "supermarket", which was our next planned destination, i chose to turn right instead of left. we crossed over the railroad tracks and drove over to the airport where we watched several small planes refueling.

we drove around the corner and saw the big, old military plane next to the museum of military history, and drove on down the road to what seemed like the most unlikely place to a preschooler. i pulled the car off the road and parked on the shoulder.

he had no idea what i was up to, but i just kept telling him "trust me". i knew we would get to see something more spectacular than he realized. we got out of the car and watched one plane land, followed by another taking off. just before we turned toward the car, we noticed several people "falling" in parachutes and that was just as amazing as anything else he had experienced today.

it was such a fun, "go with the flow" day. i just wish i would have had the foresight to plan a picnic so we could have enjoyed it just a wee little bit more! the best part was hearing over and over again from my spontaneous sidekick that this was "the best day i ever had, mommy!"

yeah, you can bet we'll be planning another day like this, but this time we'll go on a morning when the museums are open, pack a picnic to carry into the woods, eat somewhere along the trail...and maybe we'll share some of our tasty morsels with the frolicking squirrels.

pretty? muddy? pretty muddy...

last weekend, i "ran" my first 5k...tampa's pretty muddy with friends from my old school. it was the BEST thing EVER!!! (you'll see why "ran" is in parenthesis if you read on...haha)




my friend cris is the one who bamboozled convinced us all into doing this crazy thing, and i absolutely LOVE her for it!

we signed up for the 8:00 a.m. start. the first thing we encountered was a "bubble tunnel" where a mountain of suds welcomed us with chilly dampness. after we got through that little obstacle (the smallest of them all, really) we turned the corner to find ourselves wading through chilly water...as you can see, i was laughing about it, and my friend cris was just LOVING enduring it!


 

after that trek through the water, we ran down the road and came upon this great little mud pit just before the big barn. one friend was totally planning to run the whole race without getting muddy. 

seriously? you think you're going to stay clean with the crew you're hanging around for this? 
think again, sister!!!

several of us were having NONE of that! so we chased her and corralled her into the mud. we sludged through and continued on our way. just as my friend was bending to tie her shoe on the other side of the barn, another brilliant idea came to the mind of one of our running mates...push her into the nearby swamp! (that would've been amazing, had it happened, but alas, it did not.)

just as she ran up to her, someone noticed a bright red streak oozing down her leg in the middle of the brown sticky mess of mud that was covering her skin up to her knees. we made it to the next obstacle (where you pick up a log and run down and around, and drop the log off before going on), and luckily there was a water station there also. we all stopped, helped her wash off her leg, and realized that she had a fantastic, mud-filled gash on her shin.

the medics were called, we all waited until they came and cleaned it up as much as they could, and she decided she was better off to ride back with them. a few faithful friends stayed behind and waited for her departure, and a few of us decided to continue on as we agreed that she was in good hands, and that she should survive.

we continued on the course, up and over, under and through...mud, mud, and more mud! it was a great experience for a first 5k "run" (with the "injury detour" we took over an hour total to finish!) those of us who finished in the first group hung around and went back to finish again with the rest of our group, along with our injured teammate who ran the last little leg of the race (skipped the last mud pit, of course) and was given the fire hose to spray on the group crawling through the mud. 

i'm so glad my friend hookwinked convinced me to do this with them! i did absolutely ZERO training ahead of time and i was fine! i'm definitely going to do more of these, and want to do "real" 5Ks too. eventually i'd love to do some sprint triathlons, but for now, i'll start "small" and go from there.

...gathering up my clothes and shoes to be ready for an early morning run tomorrow...here i go!!!