Sunday, June 28, 2015

Granny's Gooseberries

I spent a lot of time with my Great Grandma Huffman growing up.  So many good memories of time at her house, playing dominoes, watching her make cinnamon rolls, driving to find wild plums, helping her wash dishes, sweeping the floor of her salebarn cafe, or hearing her playing hymns on the piano and singing along.

My Granny had a decent size gooseberry patch at her house so picking gooseberries with her is also on of those memories.  Gooseberries are one an old fashioned plant, one not very many people may have even heard of.  They are sour as all get out, especially when very small but sweeten a bit as they ripen.  My Granny usually put hers in pie but you can eat them as is if you want.

I have dreamed for years of having a gooseberry patch. When we moved in a few years ago, I reserved a side portion of our yard for a berry patch and put in two gooseberries.  (We have some raspberries and blackberries too.)  Last year, we had just a few berries.  But this year, we have lots.  Probably 2 gallon pails full.  Enough to actually make something.  So this weekend, I channeled Granny and did just that.
Tart greeny goodness that mellow to a rosy purple color

There aren't a lot of recipes out there for gooseberries.  Trust me, I looked.  I am not the world's best pie maker plus I didn't want to spend time rolling out pie crust so I decided to use a rhubarb recipe and substitute gooseberries for the rhubarb.  I had made these Rhubarb Dream Bars another time upon the suggestion of my Aunt Sheree who had made them and said they were delicious and easy.  (She was correct.)  So Rhubarb Dream Bars became Gooseberry Dream Bars.   I may have already had four helpings.  I also may have underbaked them yesterday and found a slightly soggy undercooked bar at lunchtime when I went to serve them.  I ended up having to pop them back into the oven but they still turned out despite my mistake.  A slightly flaky, sugar cookie type crust meets a yummy sweet custard and sour, make your tongue tingle berries.  Thankful for a granny who introduced me to gooseberries.


Saturday, June 13, 2015

My People

McKinney, Texas, a pool party with police involvement...anyone else feel like saying, "Here we go again!"?  It seems to be another incident that divides us down the marrow, pointing out some big gaps in the unity of a nation.  As someone who straddles the colorline because of her children, news stories like the McKinney story leave me unsettled.  Not because I fear for my childrens' lives were they to encounter the police but because I find myself struggling to navigate the conversations that occur regarding such events.  I consider myself to be an independent thinker and as with most divisive issues, there is little room for independent thought.  Instead, you must pick a side, something I try to avoid.

This week, I appreciated these words by Deidra Riggs.  (Full post found here.)

"Many of us find it easy to identify with the young girl on the ground if we’ve found ourselves (literally or figuratively) pushed to the ground with our face shoved into the earth. Many of us who are parents talk about weeping when that young girl cried out for her momma.


Or on the flip side, those of us who know or are people who serve in law enforcement, or have felt threatened or disrespected have found ourselves advocating Eric Casebolt,​ the officer who ​recently resigned from his position.
We empathize with the people who seem to represent us, and whose stories we feel we know and have lived. "

When it comes to empathy, perspective is everything and when it comes to issues connected to race, privilege, and our ideas of fairness and justice, our personal perspective matters a lot.  I really believe that racial divides in our country will not be healed until people on all side of the issue are willing to listen to the other perspective, to listen for understanding rather than just listening to agree or disagree.  Choosing to hear why someone feels the way they do does not indicate agreement; it only indicates that you are flexible enough to look at life through the eyes of someone else.  Unfortunately, too many people are quick to dismiss the viewpoint of someone else because that person's experience and feelings have not been the same as their own; in other words, we divide ourselves based on what we deem to be an accurate representation of the events (and of the past) and it quickly devolves into a subconsious dichotomy of us vs. them.

Us vs. them.  No the way I want to live my life and certainly not a recipe for resolving conflict. What if we all made an effort to let go of the idea of us vs. them and instead brought them into us.  From Riggs' post,

 "But, what if both the young girl and the officer in the McKinney video were considered to be “my people”? What would that change for us, as people of faith? How would our conversations change?  What would change if, in our conversations about McKinney, we refused to buy into the “Us” vs. “Them” narrative, and instead acted as though we all belong to one another? "

How then do we get past the us vs. them thinking?  How do we engage each other in meaningful conversations rather than the ones I currently seem to see.  You know those conversations, the ones were two groups quickly form and each group talks beside each other, often in a circular fashion, repeating and rehashing their view rather than actually conversing with each other.  Here's my take on how to shift from that type of dialogue to real words and real actions that really matter.

1.  Acknowledge what colors our own perspectives.  I am a descendant of pioneer families.  No one gave anything to anyone in my family.  Hard work, self reliance, and personal responsibility are pretty much the 11th, 12th, and 13th Commandments.  I come from a rural area of Nebraska where people did not have electricity or indoor plumbing on the farms until very late comparatively.  My parents got caught up in the farm crisis of the 1980's and faced bankruptcy and a farm sale.  I lived in a mobile home and then a double wide on a farm.   Nothing about my background seems privileged.

 I did not grow up in the South.  I did not grow up in a large city or even near an ubran area.  I grew up in a small town that was essentially all white.  I really don't have much memory of anything connected to racial issues save a few overheard conversations when we had some Mexican families move to town and there was some discussion about if people would want to live next to them.  I also remembering learning in high school that Sp*c was a racial slur; I learned that because the use of that word was an issue at least once during my high school years.  I read Roots two times in between eighth grade and high school because I was fascinated by it.  (In a similar vein, one of my most favorite books from elementary was Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry which chronicles the black Talor family in the South circa 1930.)  I thought that I was going to become an inner city English teacher.  Since then, I have not ever lived in a large urban area.  I did spend a summer teaching at a group home for 7-12 grade boys but it was not in an inner city.

I got married, had several elementary teaching jobs, and ended up in a smallish town in Nebraska where there is a packing plant and a highly diverse and mobile population.  My husband became the high school varsity soccer coach which is a bit like saying he coaches the United Nations.    At one time our high school had ten languages spoken in it.  I've traveled internationally multiple times, to Romania, Peru, China, and Haiti.  I have a bachelor's degree and a master's degree.  I married young, before I finished college, but had my kids later in life  than many.

I adopted first, on purpose and have two brown kids, an Asian kid who is missing most of his fingers, and a white kid.  The worst things I have ever heard said about our family have not come from plain old white people.  The most hurtful thing said about our family came from someone I did not know, a black woman on an online group who asserted that all white people see when they see me is a mom with 2 n-word children.  Likewise, another hurtful comment came from another mom who is parenting transracially, a white mom who did not direct her comments specifically at me but basically said that anyone who does not just fall in line on what to believe about race relations is "whitesplaining" and that their privilege (as in white privilege) is showing.   I find it completely ironic that these two women are the ones whose words have hurt me the most.  I have heard no other comments nor have I experienced any actions that would indicate others have a problem with the way our family looks.

I generally am a rule follower and tend towards deferring to people in authority.  I try to avoid conflict but am not afraid to share my opinion.  I am a Christ follower who believes that we are called to love, to be peacemakers, to act in a way that sets us apart from others.

 All of those things (and so much more) builds the foundation of who I am and how I perceive incidents like the one in Texas.  If all of us took the time to really examine who we are and how our histories and personalities shape our perspectives, I'm guessing conversations would be a lot more fruitful.  I fully recognize what I have experienced and what I have not.

2.  Quit focusing on what the other side is doing, especially as it pertains to what the other side is not doing right.  We tell our kids that the only person you can control is you.  You cannot control the attitudes and actions of others and pointing out the mistakes others are making only widens the gap between us and them.  Instead, do some introspection and consider how you can make things better.

Maybe you are someone who has innocently referred to people who are different to you as if they are a common unit, who has said the phrase "those people" or "they always."  It sounds like a small little thing but the choice to not lump everyone into one collective group and instead see people as individuals matters.  Make a commitment to change that phraseology.

Maybe you're someone who has often said the first thing that came to mind and then regretted it later as you realized it came out sounded a lot more harsh than you intended.  In doing so, maybe those words really hurt another.  Make a commitment to think about the feelings of others before you speak, remembering the adage about having one mouth and two ears for a reason.  And for heaven's sake, if you know you hurt someone, apologize.

Maybe you have been in a setting where you have heard racist things said but you stayed silent. It's hard to know why we do things like that. Maybe because we are shocked that anyone would really say what was just said.  Maybe because we were afraid to speak up.  Maybe because we really haven't thought about how such a comment really would make someone else feel.  Maybe because it's a culturally accepted sentiment, one we've never really questioned.   Make a commitment to come up with a standard response to use when that happens so you will be prepared lest it happens again.  (For the record, "why would you say that?" or "whatever do you mean?" are such responses to just tuck away for those types of situations.)

The reality is that whomever is on the other side of the issue is going to do things wrong.  They are people, fallible, fallen people.  But instead of telling them what they need to change, instead of making your empathy contingent upon their performance, we can instead offer up some olive branches by our own behavior.

3.  Think long and hard about the ideas of being colorblind and white privilege, from both sides of the discussion. Most white people who grew up post 1960 were bombarded with this idea of needing to be colorblind.  Many of those people heard Martin Luther King Jr's words urging people to judge not on the color of one's skin but by the content of one's character and they took those words to heart.  That is why so many white people look at Mike Brown, Freddie Gray, and the McKinney, Texas situation and put forth that those who ended up being harmed by the police were in some ways at fault.  Many of those saying this are appalled at the lack of respect shown to police officers and the conduct of the offenders; they are unconcerned about the skin color of the offender because they have been told time and time again that being colorblind is the way to think and because they have not personally experienced the police acting unjustly.  In other words, there are many white people who honestly believe what King said.  It is why white people say things like "It doesn't matter to me if he was white, brown, or purple..."  When people say that, it is an attempt to show how one is unmotivated by skin color.

On the flip side, for many people of color, the idea of being colorblind is laughable.  They have too much history that points to the idea of being colorblind as an impossibility.  For so many people of color, when they think about colorblindness, they see that as a privilege afforded only to white people.  Our nation's history of slavery and the Jim Crow South aside, many brown people feel like if colorblindness really exists, then why do the ratios on imprisonment, quality educational opportunities, job availability, and wages earned over time, seem skewed in one direction?  It is much harder to believe in the idea of colorblindness when you are on the front lines of those socioeconomic issues.

Those socioeconomic advantages that white people seem to share are often what people think of when they think of white privilege.  For many, white privilege gets simplified into this idea that white people are benefiting from a system that is rigged to help them be successful.  And at such a definition, many white people stop listening.  Most white people do not feel privileged.  They do not believe that there is any system in place that rewards them while penalizing others.  I honestly think if this idea of white privilege were renamed something else, that it might get more traction.  I think there are lot of people who might be willing to concede that it is harder for certain people to succeed in life, especially if the racial descriptor of white were removed.  It is pretty hard to deny that it is more difficult for the son of an immigrant farm worker, who has attended 12 different schools in 12 years, whose parents do not speak English and have fourth grade educations, to get to college and get a degree.  His path to success is not going to be the same as that of a middle class child whose parents are college educated, who help him with homework every night, who have chosen their home based on what school district their child would attend.  In situations that center on socioeconomic privilege, it seems like the word "white" is what prevents many people from agreeing that it exists.
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It is also not just about socioeconomics.  Going back to the idea of being colorblind, for many people of color, the color of their skin is more a part of their identity than it is for white people.  For example if you asked a group of white people what it means to be white, most of them would be hard pressed to articulate any answer.  Pose that same question to a group of black people or even a group of Asian or Hispanic folks and the conversation would flow freely.

In terms of specific examples, consider this.  A group of white teenage boys descends upon a McDonalds, being a bit too rowdy and loud.  Nearby customers move several tables away to avoid the noise.  The situation is taken at face value, that the boys were loud and people wanted to get away from the chaos.  If that same group of boys happened to be black, the narrative for some would change.  Questions like "Did they move because they don't want to sit next to black people?" and "Did they move because they fear young black men and think all black men are troublemakers?" become part of the thought process.

It is a fair thing to say that white people do not think about their identity and how they are perceived by others in the same way that people of color do. For many people of color (and even just people who are coming from a lower socioeconomic background), denying that there is privilege is just not a reality simply because they look at their own personal experiences and can't seem to shake the questions inside their own heads.

4.    Look at the people who we do life with on a daily basis.  Find ways to live life with people who do not look just like us, act just like us, or think just like us.  As Riggs points us, even if we do not live in a racially diverse area, there are lots of opportunities to do life with those who differ than us.  Think about socio economics, think about political viewpoints, think about age.

Don't make someone your own personal project but make an effort to not settle for comfortable.  Step out and deliberately insert yourself into a situation where you are the only one...the only young person, the only old person, the only white person, the only black person, the only Christian, the only stay at home mom, the only working mom, the only non mom, the only...

Stretching yourself like that is what grows our sense of compassion.  It's what enables us to see those who are different as real people and gives us the chance to hear their stories, warts and all.  It gives those who are different than us the ability to likewise do the same.  Authentic living in a way that celebrates human diversity is one of the foundational pieces to loving others.








Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Spelling Lessons

It should come as no surprise to anyone that the words Zeke first spelled were his own name followed by the word "shark."  He's since then progressed to being able to spell "Mom", "Kenson", "Kai", "octopus", and "Grayson."  (Grayson is a friend from school who happens to share the same last three letters as Kenson which makes that one easy.)  However, word number seven is a hoot.  It's "butt".  Zeke saw it in a book and has been practicing spelling it often.  Boys, boys, boys....

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Toe to Finger Transfer, One Year

Hard to believe that last year was the summer of the casts for Zeke.  Last year, at the end of May, Zeke underwent a toe to finger transfer that removed his second toe and used that toe to create a third finger.  It was a very long surgery.  We arrived at the hospital at 6:40 and Zeke finally made it back to his PICU room around 7:45.  The actual surgery went from about 10 to 7.  (Read here and here for more details.)  Because they wanted to give the blood vessels time to heal undisturbed, Zeke had to be intubated overnight.  That was probably the scariest part of the whole surgery:  sending him off for such a long surgery and then having him return with a tube down his throat and not really conscious until the next morning.

As to the results, one year out, the scar tissue has dramatically reduced in thickness.  He still has a lump of tissue next to the new finger which as of right now, will stay there.  That section of his hand was very vascular so at the time of surgery, Dr. Moran did not want to mess too much with it since there was already so much vascular work being done.  It may also change over time, as his finger and hand grows.  At some point, Zeke may have another surgery to reduce that mass of tissue or he may not.  It just depends.  He can bring this thumb and new finger completely together.  In general, his new finger has not made much difference in his fine motor skills.  Zeke has always had amazing fine motor skill using the half a pointer and thumb to pinch and grip.  He really doesn't use his new finger for that type of stuff.  But the new finger does give him a much wider grip and it does make it easier to hold onto larger things.  He doesn't use it every single time he wants to grip something but I do see him using occasionally for things like balancing his silverware or holding a ball.  If you think about your own hands, that third finger really plays more a supportive role rather than taking center stage and I think that's what we are seeing with Zeke's finger.  He has done no physical therapy with it which is apparently pretty normal for this type of surgery.

A few pics:







I explained to Zeke that I was taking these pictures to help other moms and dads who were trying to decide if they should have this surgery done on their child and I asked him to grab something with his new finger.  He was in the middle of watching Power Rangers and could not be interrupted so this is as good as it gets.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Thoughts on Summer Sanity

Summer is officially here in our neck of the woods.  Cue the children bickering while proclaiming, "I'm bored!", all said while the moms and dads look at each other and wonder how far away bedtime is.  I have always found summers to be a bit challenging because we have lots of moving parts in our home.  (aka little people who are all close in age).  I believe that kids don't need every moment of their lives scheduled but that there has to be some type of schedule in order for kids to feel secure.  In years past, I tried to do mornings as a more structured school time with the afternoon as free time but it ended up meaning I was having to "entertain" my kids all morning, while listening to them complain about schoolwork.  It was not much fun.  Our family also has an interesting dynamic in that we are a coaching family who starts the summer coming out of season.  That means that Dad goes from working 70 hours a week and not being around much to being out of school and home every day, all day.  It's an interesting adjustment.

I'm hoping we don't repeat that this year.  Here's what I'm doing differently this year:

1.  We are focusing on the positive behavior of our kids.  We did a family night one night and talked about Ephesians 4:29 which says to let no unwholesome talk come out of our mouth but only that which is useful for building others up according to their needs.  Each person drew their portrait and then passed it to another person who then crumpled it up.  We talked about if the wrinkles and any tears on the paper could be undone.  We talked about our behavior as something that can be forgiven but not something that can be undone and then talked about how our words and actions build up or crumple others.

2.  To help the grown ups not get so sucked into focusing on negative behaviors, we are doing warm fuzzy jars.  Each kid has a Mason jar and each time the grown ups see a child doing something that encourages others, the child gets a pom pom/warm fuzzy for their jar.  Once their jar is filled, the kiddo gets to pick something fun to do like go our for ice cream.  D and I have been trying to make it a bit of a competition to see who hands out more poms each day.  There is no removing poms for bad behavior; it is only about noting the positive.

3.  One of our kids is doing swim team which means she is gone from 8 to 10 every day.  I honestly think this one might be the biggest difference for us.  We have three big kids and it seems like it is a struggle for all three of them to get along.  Two is much easier for some reason.  It doesn't really seem to matter which two.

4.  My two who are home all morning long are using a "Done by One " checklist.  I based this off of another list I saw floating around the Internet.  This checklist gives them some flexibility in what they do but also some structure for the morning.  At our house, every kid has to have an hour of quiet time which usually happens from noon to one.  If the list is not done by one (after quiet time), then Mom or Dad will start giving directions from the items remaining on the list.  If someone gets their list done, then they are free to do whatever they want which includes tv or tablet time.  Here's what's on the list:  read for 20 minutes, do a math page from a math workbook, finish one's morning chore, do a pick up of one's room so that it is free of clothes or trash and the bed is made, talk with God or learned more about Him, and play, build or do something creative for 40 minutes.  It seems like this list takes the two who are home all morning most of the morning.  Often they start with the play item and end up playing way longer than 40 minutes.  Usually around ten, I remind them that they need to get the other items on their lists done and then they stop playing to get to work on that.  For my one who does swim team, her schedule is a bit different as she gets home a bit after ten and grabs a quick protein based snack.  Then she has to take a nap from 10:30 to 11.   We usually eat around 11 so depending on when we eat, then she can start on her list.  She usually uses her quiet time to do some of the items on her list.  I also let her skip the reading for 20 minutes because we also do that at bedtime so it's not like she is completely missing out on reading.  So far, it's been just the right amount of structure and flexibility.


4.  The afternoon are less structured but this summer, I've tried to make sure each weekday has some type of activity planned.  None of the activities will fill our whole afternoon but they will give us something to do and look forward to.  We joined the YMCA for the summer.  It's a 25 minute drive so we can't do it all year but for the summer, we can easily get there two days a week without feeling overcommitted.  We are going to the Y two afternoons out of the week.  The kids get to do child care which means playing while D and I work out and enjoy some kid free time.  The two who are not doing swim team are going to do swimming lessons.  We also plan to spend some time at the Y with our kids, swimming, playing basketball, etc..  The local library has activities in the month of June every Tuesday so that fills up one day.  We are also going to go to the library one extra day out of the week to check out new books.  That leaves one weekday left with no planned activity.  I hate the idea of having to plan a lot of stuff to keep my kids entertained but I think I handle figuring out something one day a week.  We'll be doing stuff like getting the water table out, playing in the sprinkler, and making junk projects.  I've been collecting odds and ends like cardboard tubes, lots of different boxes, and assorted pieces of cardboard.  I also cleaned out the mismatched socks basket and pulled out the old socks with no mates or those with holes.  Basically, I'm accumulating crap and then I'm going to turn my kids loose with it.

We're about a week in to actually implementing most of this and so far so good.  I've enjoyed my kids thus far and I think there's been less yelling.  Hope it lasts!

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Cowboys and Indians

Heading to the Black Hills via the Sandhills of Nebraska always seems to connect me to the pioneers who trekked west to bust the sod and build the towns.  The last quarter of the 19th century is one of my favorite time periods.  So much of who I am seems to be tied to the hardworking, adventurous-but-not-always-sure, make-your-own-way people who are a part of my family's history.  Thinking about those settlers somehow seems to anchor my heart in ways I don't quite understand.

I also can't help but travel those roads without thinking about the original inhabitants of those lands.  It's hard to forget them, especially if you happen to pass through a reservation, as thoughts connected to their loss of land and culture turn over and over, as you are very aware of the poverty, alcoholism, drug use, hopelessness, and unemployment that grips many who live there.

In the last few years, I've read some great books on the Plains Indians so I thought I'd share three of those reads.  They are thought provoking and insightful.  They paint Native Americans as multi faceted, real people.  They don't point to easy solutions or even point fingers in blame.  Here's my top three:

For a collection of thoughts and stories on modern issues connected to the South Dakota/Nebraska border, The Death of Raymond Yellow Thunder connects the events of the past to those in recent history.  The author uses the 1972 murder of a man from the Pine Ridge Reservation as a jumping off point for exploring how the Lakota Sioux came to be on the Pine Ridge and the interplay between the Sioux and their non Native neighbors.



Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee is a modern classic, a book that represented a paradigm shift, where people began to understand that perspective colors history, where people began to see that the traditional, white viewpoint of history may be incomplete.  I read this either right after my senior year of high school or sometime during my college years and it was definitely had that impact on me.  The book provides much insight into the historical relationship between Native Americans and the American government.  It covers the last half of the nineteenth century and is a narrative of that time period, told by the chiefs, warriors, and women of the tribes, their viewpoints uninterrupted by the more traditional historical perspectives.



I am a Man:  Chief Standing Bear's Search for Justice is a book that I think should be required reading for every Nebraska high school student.  I was unaware of Standing Bear until I was in my 30's which is sad given the legal and social ramifications of Standing Bear's story.  Standing Bear was a Nebraska Ponca chief who sued the United States government when the government attempted to confine him to a reservation in Oklahoma.  His case was tried in Omaha and resulted in a landmark decision much like the Dread Scott case.  In this instance, the decision marked the first time where Native Americans were legally marked as people who had the same unalienable rights as Caucasians.


Friday, May 29, 2015

The Great South Dakota Vacation

We just spent four days in the Black Hills of South Dakota.  I was skeptical about Kai's ability to tolerate the long trip in the car since he is usually content for about an hour in his car seat.  True to form, he would sleep for about an hour and then spend the next hour or so alternating between being happy, shrieking, screaming, or crying.  The big kids did swimmingly.  All of the kids were impressed by the mountains and Conleigh has declared she is moving there when she is older because it is just so beautiful.

We tried to break it up by going to my mom's.  We also tried to have something to stop at every few hours.  From my mom's, we were hoping to stop at Smith Fall's in Valentine but it was too rainy for that.  Next stop was Wall Drug.  Cheesy?  Yes.  Touristy?  Yes.  But free and that matters a lot.  (Well, free if you don't count that we had to buy snacks while we were there as well as a few trinkets since Zeke found shark teeth fossils in one of the stores.)
Wall Drug photo props

Wall Drug's jackalope
We stayed at the High Country Guest Ranch in Hill City, in a real log cabin.  The two oldest kids said that was the best part of the trip.  We just finished reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House in the Big Woods so they thought it was great that we were staying in a cabin like Laura's.  Our cabin even had an upstairs loft like Laura's.  The upstairs had two bedrooms so the kids slept upstairs while the grown ups slept downstairs.  It also had a kitchen, a front and back porch, a grill, and a fire pit.  The kids wound down most nights by playing football or soccer in the yard on the front.  Behind the cabin was a stream bed that was normally dry but since the Black Hills have received so much rain, the stream bed was full and over its banks.  The horses from the ranch also had access to the pasture behind the cabin so between the water and the horses, the kids loved being outside.

Crazy kids

Great view


Another perk of the ranch was that it adjoins the Mickelson Trail.  The Mickelson Trail is perfect for families with young kids.  It's flat and paved with hard packed gravel.  It's easy to follow but still right in the thick of the views.  The kids got to see the slabs of rock up close and watch for animals.  We saw four chipmunks, one dead field mouse, two rabbits, and four worms.  (Zeke was counting worms.)  We also saw a lot of deer tracks.
A hiking we will go

On Tuesday, we headed to Mount Rushmore which was what Zeke liked most about the trip.  He was eagerly awaiting this part so much so that on the way to South Dakota, every time he would see a billboard with the faces, he would yell, "There's Mount Rushmore!"  The other big kids would then sit straight up, look out the window, and strain their eyes to see.  Let's just say there were lots of false alarms.  We ended up having to do our Tuesday a bit backwards and do Mount Rushmore last despite the storms that were threatening in the afternoon.  Zeke's shoes were too small and wouldn't stay on his feet for long walks so we had to drive to Custer to find shoes at Shopko.  So Hill City to Custer to Custer State Park, where the buffalo were a bit scarce.  Then Iron Mountain Road which would have given me a headache if I had been driving given it's curves, switchbacks, one lane tunnels, and one lane bridges.  Finally we hit Mount Rushmore and as soon as we got there, it started to rain so we didn't do too much walking there.

Quintessential Mount Rushmore picture
D thought we need to pose in the parking garage on our way home since we were drenched, just for comparison's sake. 

Wednesday was also supposed to be a wet day so we opted to try to do an indoor activity.   We headed for Rapid City and Reptile Gardens.  Kai was quite excited to see the giant turtles and the koi in their pond.

Kenson was the only one who wanted to touch the baby alligator.  He waited at the end of a line of like thirty people and then touched it for approximately one second before hurrying off.



After lunch, we went to Story Book Island which is a free park in Rapid City.  As its name suggests, the theme is children's books.  All of the equipment and decor features characters from children's books.  We saw Captain Hook's boat, Pooh Corner's treehouse, The Cat and the Hat, Noah's Ark, The Billy Goats Gruff and their bridge, and Jack and the Beanstalk to name a few things.
I love that they have this sign at the entrance.  I think I need to print it off and put it on my fridge.

Raggedy Andy and Annie

Cinderella's carrage-Cinderella is actually behind Kenson.  Just moments before, he had his arm around her.  Then when he saw I was going to take his picture, he quickly moved away and started karate chopping the shoe on Prince Charming's pillow.


Engine, Engine # 9

We headed back home on Thursday, via the Badlands.  We thought we could spend maybe an hour there hiking but we did the driving loop instead and got out occasionally at the viewpoints.  I had not been there before and really thought it is kind of an underrated attraction.




So there we go...that's it...the end!