Fur rendezvous 2012

A celebration of all things fur. Carnival, parade, dog sled races. On a sunny 17 degree day, the Welge family put on babies and coats and ventured out for some unique Alaska entertainment. It had all of the makings of a quirky small town get together.
This was just a taste of things to come for the Welges. There will be more outings to come as the weather slowly gets warmer and the days become longer.
Hello Alaska

New place photo bomb

I'm still not in a routine here. Hopefully I'll get back on track. Until then here's some pictures from our new house.

Photo bomb

Too busy cleaning and packing. We move on Saturday to our new place in south anchorage. It's bigger and around the same price we've been paying here. Super excited. No time for a long blog entry so I'll leave you with a quote from Adeline. "you see this big hand? I'm going to spank you with it."

According to plan

I'm finding out that rarely will things go according to plan. It seems now that the more children that I have, the more variables there are for potential disasters or at least potential frustrations.

After a 4 am wake up (these happen WAY too often), and today being a non-YMCA day, I needed to get out to buy more vitamins, so I thought why not spend some time at the McDonalds play land?

The babies usually take a long morning nap so I was planning on the babies napping while Adi played and I had some relaxing coffee drinking time.

Things didn't go according to plan, even though it started out great.

Not five minutes into our quiet McDonalds play time, Morgan woke up. She's done this all week. She cat naps and won't take a real nap resulting in an evening with an overly tired kiddo. She was cute as a button, cooing and giggling and giving me that smile that always gets me. So I didn't let that bother me too much. She'd fall asleep at some point.

I'm pretty proud of myself right about now. I wasn't stressing. Adi did take off to find the restroom on her own, shoeless, and ended up opening the door that leads behind the cash registers. I'm embarrassed, but when I chase her down with the double stroller, I usually get a free pass because I look like I have my hands full, and the workers' faces reflect a look of pity.

I'm still ok.

By now all if the high school kids have come in for lunch. Throngs of them. Then it happens. Adi hops down from the playland and announces that she's pooped.

Why?!

Now I must hastily gather all of our belongings. Why did I let her bring her own purse filled with goldfish crackers? It's just one more thing that I have to carry as I must repeat myself for the facially pierced teenagers, excuse me. Since when was a teenager, in a public school, allowed to get a piercing? Remember when girls got in super big trouble for a belly button ring? And those were covered up by clothing.
It's awfully sad that these kids are so self involved that no one else matters. After cleaning up Adi in the bathroom and dealing with a meltdown when she realized we were going home, I asked a boy to open the door for me. Never underestimate the difficulty of opening a door with a double stroller, an armful of coats and other clothing, and a three year old who's still sniveling about leaving. He opens the door and I think that I'm leaving, but I'm cut by five boys. I am literally standing in the door way as each one pushes, yes pushes the stroller out if the way so they can leave. I sure hope that I wasn't that disrespectful when I was younger. I almost said a few choice words but what good would it have done? Their skulls are too thick.

Not a horrible outing by any means. A non-napper, poop, and teenagers.
Just not as smooth as I want it. Sometimes I feel like God sneaks chunky peanut butter onto my life sandwich just to see how I handle it.