…to rent a cabin in the woods for Christmas weekend. Just a little reminder for my outdoorsy man.
We left later than scheduled– being married to an Egyptian sometimes proves challenging for my “I’m-just-a-white-boy-from-Wisconsin” spouse. Apparently (I’ve known this for seven years now) it is the habit for mid-westerners to show up fifteen minutes ahead of scheduled time– “It’s the polite thing to do”. I just had to finish baking that last batch of cookies for my girls awesome teachers– I was forgiven. We did however hit a mild snow storm, which made driving stressful (especially after witnessing an upside down sedan in the middle of the road– we pray everyone was unharmed.) We arrived to the cabin at dark. A slow sunrise the following morning revealed the place’s hidden gems.
Indeed, we had none of what my five year old just announced between the quotations above. She loved every minute of it, wanted to stay longer, and asked to try out the veggies grown by our own fertilizer. (The cabin is on a beautiful piece of land connected to an organic farm) The compostable toilet wasn’t as bad as I feared. It was as smelly as a normal bathroom, and we didn’t have to transfer anything–which was a relief, the only thing is it was a bit cold. But at least it was not an out house, which didn’t entail us walking in the dark, snow and freezing temperatures at night. (it went down to 10 F at night)
We went sledding, and explored animal foot prints (we saw rabbit, squirrel, deer, chipmunk, and turkey footprints) we also experimented in making our own silly foot prints by hopping like a rabbit or jumping like a gorilla, or hopping only on one foot.
There was nothing to do except go on nature walks, or huddle in the cabin and draw, read and play games (we learned how to play ‘Egyptian Rat Screw’, only since I am actually Egyptian, we declared it ‘Egyptian Rat Fun’– and it was!
We had an episode (my father-in-law says we should start a blog about all the E.R’s we’ve been to- we’ve been to many all over the globe so it seems!). To clarify from the beginning, Grabby is fine, read on.
There is no way a parent will not feel responsible if his youngster gets seriously injured in his presence “I should’ve run faster, I should’ve never set that tent up, I should’ve leaped in the air and stopped that stool from falling on my darling’s head” the truth is there is no turning back time, and there is no way of knowing if it’s actually our fault, and we believe what’s meant to happen will happen, and it did, and the heavy wooden stool fell on Grabby’s head missing the coussioned part and landing with it’s edge. It was dark, no one could see very well what actually took place, but her shriek was the scary kind. The flash light revealed an already well formed dark purple almond shaped bump, she threw up immediately (my heart told me she has a concussion) after several phone calls (thank god for working phones) and one more episode of throw up, we headed to the fifteen minute drive to the E.R on Christmas eve. The doctor confirmed what my heart already knew. But assured us of no internal bleeding and just a mild concussion. God is generous, all praise to him. And praise to the Waussau E.R comforting, smiling staff for staying away from loved ones on Christmas eve to care for families like us. (There was a mom rolling her eyes at a hopping 8 years old by her side, amongst others). Grabby is recovering nicely.
Happy Monday Friends!