Middle Age has arrived!

I woke up with a tingling in my arm. Just really sore. I freak out, and flip on the computer to google the symptoms. Panicked, I wake my husband up to inform him that I may be having a "minor heart attack." He calmly looks at me, and says "Didn't you lift with weights yesterday?"

Oh....

Camping....Part Deux!

Who says camping isn't fun? The Hu's are here to prove the naysayers wrong!

This time my fearless crew and I tried some camping fun at Cape Henlopen, DE. It's about two miles from Rehoboth Beach. We get there to find that our site is still occupied. Annoyed, I dialed the park ranger, and he promptly arrives to correct the situation. Well, it turns out that our site wasn't occupied. It's just tiny. We were literally on top of another site. So, we placed our tent as far as possible from the other campers...which put us near the road.

After much cursing, we managed to not kill each other and pitch our tent and screen house (hell yeah we needed a screen house...the mosquitoes are Cape Henlopen's mascot). The kids were so excited about going to the beach so...we tried to walk there...and got lost. I swear, the beach was taunting us...we could hear the tide...we...just...couldn't...find...it. So, we truck back to our car, and drove there. Ahhh....much better! We found it in five minutes.

First night there...HUMID AND HOT! No one slept in their sleeping bags. Children and husband are getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, but I surprisingly am left alone. To spray or not to spray the children....that is the question. It's DEET vs. West Nile Virus. West Nile Virus wins...I spray.

Second day....we DRIVE to the beach (not doing the walking thing). Step over suntanned bodies to find a decent spot. Stay for four hours. Husband gets sunburned, and like the caring wife that I am...I laugh, because he has a hat line. After the beach, we go outlet shopping and spend way too much money. Looking at our new purchases and camping equipment...my husband looks at me and says..."Maybe we should be thinking of getting a bigger car?" You think? I've been begging him for a mini-van, but he's not ready to go down that route yet.

The little Hu's enjoying the beach.

Second night...HUMID AND HOT! And bonus!....Our neighbors left one day early! I would like to think that we had nothing to do with it, but I guess it's not too romantic to have a family of four camping right next to you, and having a 5 year old boy keep asking his parents if he can "pee in the bushes." I'm sure we had nothing to do with them leaving early....

Third day....we decided to take the kids to Cape May, NJ on the ferry. We rush out of our tent, and arrive at 8:00am to catch the first ferry. Only to find out that the first ferry doesn't run until 9:30 and the terminal wasn't even open yet.

The ferry ride was fantastic. We had good weather, and saw dolphins frolicking in the water. We get to Cape May, and decide to take the "Victorian trolley tour." We walked to the trolley a whole 10 minutes early, but every single seat next to the windows were taken. We are stuck in the back of the trolley with no air. The youngest child was not thrilled, and really...what is worse than a whiny 5 year old? He promptly falls asleep on top of me for the whole entire tour...sweating up a storm. By the time that we got off the trolley, I had a sweat imprint the shape of my son on my shirt and pants. Yeah, I looked attractive.

Cape May!

We get back to Rehoboth and go outlet shopping yet again...and this time...come back with two new hermit crabs. "Goldine" and "Pikachu." We take the kids to "Funland" (if you are a parent you must take your kids to Funland in Rehoboth...it's like a mini-amusement park), and drop like $40 on food, rides, games, etc...

Third night there....HUMID AND HOT!

Fourth and last day of camping....we stay on the beach for four hours yet again...and guess who got sunburned...me...damn it! The husband looked at me as I got into the car for the ride home and howled, because I had just given him a lecture that morning on the benefits of sunblock. Whatever! The sun is strong there!

I forgot to mention that we had a school of dolphins (is that what you call them? Schools of dolphin?...I digress...)fishing around in a circle in front of us for about 30 minutes. This is tres cool people! You can see them at Sea World, but it's completely different when they are out in the wild.

Can you spot the dolphins? Yeah, I know my camera sucks, but they are there! Promise!

Shit! We left the hermit crabs in the car while we were on the beach. Pikachu isn't moving...at all. The eldest held up the cage and asked "Mom, why is Pikachu missing a leg?" OMG, his missing leg is right next to the other hermit crab. I'm sure we killed Pikachu by leaving him in the car, but damn...Goldine got all "Silence of the Lambs" on us! I told the hubby to make a slight detour to purchase another hermit crab.

Our ride home was uneventful until we neared the Bay Bridge. The rain came out of no where, and all of a sudden...my car stalled. We were able to start it back up and drove all the way home without a problem, but the next morning...it almost died when I ran an errand. Turns out it had "electrical" problems. I blame the HUMID AND HOT weather of Delaware.

Summer Interruptus...

It started with the oldest last week. She woke up coughing and her nose was dripping non-stop. Within three days, she recovered. Then the younger one woke up on tuesday coughing. With him, a cough sends me right to CODE RED.

He has asthma, and has been hospitalized six times. The last time was this past December. Five long days at the hospital. He came home on December 23 just in time for Christmas.

Part of me feels like a paranoid mom whenver he catches a cold, but each and every time he goes to the hospital it puts us in mental torture. Seeing him hooked up to IVs, Pulse/OX monitor, and an oxygen tank is more than I can stand. We worry that he's not getting better....we worry that no one is spending time with the elder child when he's sick...we worry that this condition will never go away.

Since my mother passed away from an asthma attack, I think that I'm especially more paranoid. His specialist took him off his meds a few weeks ago, and I'm wondering if it was the right decision. Especially since his cough sounded if it ended with an intake of breath. So, what do I do? I put him right back on the meds. He seems to be doing better.

Enough to go hunt fireflies last night. Summer resumes....

Weight Watchers and me....

I finally joined Weight Watchers yesterday with a friend. The first thing the receptionist asked me is why I wanted to join, because I looked fine. That was really sweet of her, but when I look at myself....I look at a woman that is 15 lbs heavier before her children were born....

I tried on my business suits (that are about 7 years out of style), but I can only focus on the "muffin tops" that emerge once I managed to zip on the pants. It's just plain depressing.

I have a very schizophrenic relationship with food and exercise. I run every other day, and lift on the days that I don't run. As much as a exercise...I will eat my weight in food. I eat as much as my husband and he's about 10 inches taller than me.

So, I joined WW hoping that they will teach me portion control, etc...

Except....I couldn't start last night since we were headed to Annapolis to a BBQ in honor of my friend's and my birthday.

I went on to consume two glasses of wine, two chicken legs w/skin on, chips, dip, a hot dog, a huge slice of chocolate mousse cake, and tons of sweetened iced tea....

Today is a new day in the dieting world though!

The End of the Pre-school Era

Today is the last day of summer camp. It is also the last day that all the little Hu's in Hu-ville will ever be at the pre-school on an official capacity.

I've been driving to our pre-school daily for almost five years, and it's a little sad knowing that I will no longer drive my little toddlers/pre-schoolers to our lovely school. I truly believe that my kids' pre-school is the best in our area. I've met some really nice families (some who have become lifelong friends), and the sense of community that we have at our school is something that I've never experience anywhere else. This is the place where my children first learned how to make friends, and learned their ABC's. This is a place where I've also learned how to become a better mom.

We started at our pre-school on my daughter's 2nd birthday. My son was only 8 months old. I remember my daughter, shy but determined, jumped right into her 2 year old class. She may have been shy, but she was thrilled to be around children her own age.

I also remember my son's first day of pre-school. The look that he gave me as I backed out of the classroom would have broken your heart. He had this look as if saying "Why are you abandoning me? Are you going to come back?" My reassurances didn't seem to help, and in hindsight...it probably was just as hard on me.

In my mind, I have plenty of time before my last born (okay, I'm being a little melodramatic) goes off to kindergarten. But it's only six weeks away. Time has a way of sneaking up on you.

Last year, my daughter started kindergarten. Since she has a late birthday, she benefited from an extra year of pre-school. She was ready, and this past year, she did well socially and academically. Again, she was shy, but determined.

My son is a bit less prepared, less academic, and less independent. I worry about him, but I have to keep in mind that part of the "growing up" experience is to let go. I can't shield him from every negative experience (although I wish I could), and although there will be some...that we are here for him. Although he may give me the same "Why are you abandoning me? Are you coming back?" look on his first day of kindergarten...I know he'll be fine. He was in pre-school.

Hard help is good to find or how a restaurant almost ruined a couples' wedding!!!!!

My friend and I are trying to start up an event planning business. While it's slow going, I'm proud to say that we're doing about three to four weddings coming up. I really take each wedding to heart and treat them as if they are my own.

We have a wedding coming up next week, and I called to confirm with the restaurant (where the vows will be held). Here is how the conversation went:


Momma Hu: Hi, I'm calling to confirm the wedding party for the 20th at 10:45am.

Hostess: Oh....um....we have nothing on the books.

Momma Hu: I've been working with B.A., and she knows all the details. I also have several emails confirming what we've discussed.

Hostess: Oh...I'm not sure. B.A. is only here about twice a week, but there are no parties booked at all for that day.

Momma Hu: Could you have her call me as soon as possible?

Hostess: Sure....

As I was about to have a coronary, the phone rings...it's "S." She is the NEW manager of the restaurant, and has told me that B.A. no longer works at the restaurant. She left two months (okay, why did the hostess seem to think that B.A. is still there?). B.A. failed to make any notes or book our party (even though I have started email exchanges and phone calls as early as March).

While everything worked out fine, I'm a bit perturbed that had I not called....or if another party made reservations in my place...my couple would not have a place to get married.

At another venue...I've asked to make changes to the contract, and I've had to email the contract editor five times!!!! Five times before anything was changed. Now, I'm not sure how most businesses operate, but isn't attention to detail important?

Or maybe it's my type A personality coming out....sorry...had to vent....

Decluttering Hu-ville

My alarm woke me up around 6am. I usually run every other day, and I even put on my running clothes and shoes and did myself proud, because as soon as I hit the basement (where the treadmill is located).....I decided to watch tv instead.

I flipped on the Style channel and watched "Clean House." As I sat there watching the show, I can hear Niecy Nash screaming at me..."do you need all this crap?" Hell's no girl! I don't!

The show inspired me to face my secret shame....my storage room in the basement. The fact that I break out in a sweat just climbing over boxes and bags to get to the treadmill should have given me a clue that I needed to get rid of stuff long ago. This room alone should make me a candidate for "Clean House." I wish I had a picture of the room before getting rid of the thousands of boxes and bags....

I would say about 80% of my clutter is kid related. We kept all of our baby/toddler stuff "just in case." The chances of us having another baby is like .001%.

My husband is seriously attached to anything baby related, and giving away even Baby Einstein videos just about kills him. I guess in a way I'm kind of attached to the baby stuff as well. In the off .001% chance that we'd have another baby I don't want to spend the money to buy all that stuff again.

Nevertheless, around 7am in the morning, I listed two potty chairs, an exo-saucer, booster seat, bibs, sippy cups, bottles, videos, toys, bath chairs, maternity clothes, etc (and there's still plenty more to go).... on Freecycle. Within minutes, every single item has been spoken for! And....I can actually see the floor in my storage space now. I did this all before 8am people!

In my search for things to give away, I happened upon a bikini that I wore in high school. I was a size 0 back in the day. A size 0! Yeah...you have my permission to laugh now. I'm not sure how I'm going to even list that on Freecycle.

Now that I'm on a roll getting rid of baby/toddler paraphenelia, I'm going to get pregnant....just watch....

How rain can ruin your camping trip....

This is us....right before packing up and leaving.... see our smiles?

For months now...scratch that...years.....my husband wanted to take us camping. He is an outdoors aficionado. Well before we were married, he was a hike leader for the Howard County chapter Sierra Club.

Still to this day, whenever he gets a copy of the Campmor or Sierra Trading Post catalogs he salivates over the camping/hiking equipment. This past Christmas his main gifts to us as a family were sleeping bags, tents, and other camping paraphenelia. When he was convalescing at home from sinus surgery, he ordered tons of more equipment. Needless to say, we were taking a camping trip this summer.

Our friends, D and J are also keen outdoors folks, and their kids love camping. We thought the long 4th of July weekend was the perfect opportunity to break in the camping equipment, and quickly booked a three night stay at Rocky Gap State Park in Cumberland, MD. We spent weeks preparing for this trip. We powwowed together by emails and dinners figuring out who was taking what, and what kind of food to prepare, etc....I bought the largest watermelon I could humanly possibly carry to my car.

The week before our trip, I checked the weather and there was a 40-60% chance of scattered thunderstorms for the weekend (thursday-sunday), but that didn't deter us from having some outdoor fun. We started our journey around 5pm on thursday night. Not a cloud in site as we leave the D.C. metro area. Made it to the camp in 2 hours, and as we drive up to our camp site the heavens opened up. Thinking that the rain can't get any worse, my husband and I try in vain to set up our tent (we only practiced once before). Swearing to each other as we try. Meanwhile our friends (who started to set up their tent well after we started) finished putting up their huge 8 person tent. Sadly, we were still trying to set up our tent feeling really incompetent.

Everything was wet. Our tent was wet, our sleeping bags were wet, the kids were wet, but we kept telling ourselves it'll get better. We ran out of dry towels sopping up the water in our tent (and we brought six towels). That night, we drank three bottles of wine to cheer us up. My husband told me he saw a skunk, but I just thought that was the wine talking.

Because of the wine, around 3am I had to use the bathroom. While the bath house was only a short distance from our site, I stumbled all the way down the hill with my fancy LED lantern (which my husband swears is the brightest and best money can buy). Let me tell you...you can't see much regardless of how bright your damn lamp is, and walking uphill with flipflops on...not a smart move on my part (especially in the rain).

Friday morning....4th of July! Woo hoo, camping is gonna be fun! The park itself is gorgeous with so many activities (canoeing, fishing, kayaking, animal exhibition shows, an aviary, beach, etc...). All throughout breakfast there wasn't a drop of rain. But as I was washing up, the drops were the size of a water balloon hitting you. None of us slept and were bone tired (having drunk wine hours before didn't help), but we were so desperate to do something that we decided to take a drive through "downtown" Cumberland.

We drove through town forgetting that nothing was open due to the 4th. But wait, there's a bowling alley and it's open! The bright neon sign was like a beacon to us....but by the time we arrived at the bowling alley all the kids were sleeping. So, we drove around some more and found a creamery that was open. How I spent $75 on some sandwiches and ice cream, I have no idea. I did learn (from reading a laminated newspaper clipping) that Willam H. Macy (the actor) is a native of Cumberland, MD though!

We returned to our camp site and went to the beach. I thought "hey, if we're getting wet...we might as well swim." That lasted all of ten minutes. All the kids were freezing and complaining so we went back to our sad little site.

After a quick shower (guess what...no dry towels!) and dinner...we were able to start a camp fire and roasted marshmellows. The one year old almost fell in the fire ring, but was saved in the nick of time. After the sugar rush kicked in, the kids ran around the woods catching fireflies. STILL RAINING!

And guess what? The skunk came to visit! The kids delighted in seeing some wildlife while us parents are holding sticks trying to fend it off. Skunks...they aren't afraid of humans as it turns out.

The husbands and I really wanted to pack it up and head home. The fireworks were cancelled and both husbands checked the weather on their Blackberries (yes folks...you can get reception in the woods), and it showed to be the same for the next day. J really wanted to stay though...so like suckers...we stayed.

All of us slept that night, but as we were on an incline...we all (meaning the kids and I) rolled off our mats and towarded my husband. I woke up realizing that we only occupied 1/4 of our tent, and my husband somehow survived the night, and slept with all of us practically on top of him.

We had breakfast...and hey...is that the sun?

My watermelon was on the ground next to our picnic table for the last two days, but was nowhere to be found that morning. We all looked around, and here is what we found about 50 yards downhill.....

Apparently, the watermelon rolled downhill in the middle of the night, hit a tree, and split in half. The guys thought we could still eat it...the girls...not so much. It was tossed.

We all made unanimous decisions to leave the area for good after we take a 3 hour circuit train ride (Cumberland is home to the Western Maryland Railroad). The train ride, itself, was fun. The train stops in Frostburg, MD for about an hour. Just enough to see the train engine turn around in the turnabout. The kids were thrilled to ride in a real steam locomotive. The town of Frostburg is anything, but fun. It was eerily quiet, and the only people we saw were our fellow train riders. We stepped into this small pizzeria, but quickly realized that we probably didn't belong there.

Watching the train "turnabout"

All of us...repeat...all of us fell asleep on the ride back to Cumberland (that's two sets of parents, with two sets of kids). I'm sure some of us were even snoring.

J tried to convince us to stay for an early dinner, but I was done. Ironically, it stayed moderately dry all day, but there was a 60% chance of rain so we were out of there. As we approach civilization, we realized that despite the rain, we're already planning for our next camping trip.

Cape Henlopen, DE here we come!

As for our friends....they actually end up staying one more night. Brave, very brave....

First time blogger

Well, here I am in Blogs-ville! I have to admit...I reserved this blog name about a month ago, but was afraid to start. I just really didn't think my life would be really interesting to blog about, and the extent of my writing nowadays is really just responding to emails.

Yet, here I am! I haven't even told my husband that I've started a blog yet.

To give you a little background, I am a mommy of two. My daughter and son are only 16 months apart (I'm still not sure how that happened), and the youngest is about to embark to the wonderful world of elementary school. Having just done that with my oldest (she just completed kindergarten), you'd think that I wouldn't have any anxieties with my son starting school. Well, I have lots!

With two children in school, I will have tons of time on my hands, and am considering working part-time.

In a former life, I worked at NIH. I retired from the job when I was about 5 months pregnant with my son, and never regretted it. I have no interest in going back to the "tech" world.

My friend and I are trying to start an event planning business, but if I had to live on what I'm making thus far...I'd probably starve. So, I'm off to find a fulfilling part-time job in the fall.

Whoever is reading this, thanks for coming to visit. I'll try not to be too boring and get to some real posting soon.