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Friday, January 1, 2021

2020 Stink Stank Stunk, But ...

Last night the question was posed, “Was there anything good about 2020?” And my knee jerk response was “no”.  Having had time to reflect, I know  that’s not really true. While we still find ourselves challenged and exhausted from this pandemic, there were plenty of moments this past year that were indeed good. So here’s a short recap of mine:



January saw myself and the kids ringing in the new year at Disney as always. New Years day two of my athletes performed live at the Citrus Bowl. Pre Pandemic things were looking up! My travel agency was seeing its highest numbers ever as we entered into our 9th year. There was a marked illness that passed through the kids and Daddy at the end of the month - a virus that had no treatments.  We would later suspect this may have been our introduction to COVID19.

February saw my Varsity Cheer team blaze a trail to 3rd and 4th places in their respective state divisions of Varsity Game Day, and Varsity Coed Small. At this point 2020 was looking to be our best year yet as a program. Coming off a winning season brought heightened interest and nearly 30 athletes ready to start the new season. 

At home there was excitement as our financial picture had made great improvements and we were excited for potential remodels at both homes, and paying off student loans. 

Little did we know we hosted what would be our last public gathering for 2020 - BoBears 5th birthday complete with a bounce house. Princess Putterpants attended her first (and what would later become her only) studio competition of the season. 



March crumbled all our high hopes quickly with the arrival of pandemic shutdowns. So much was a loss this month on so many different fronts, and to keep things interesting Bo marked the occasion with a broken arm on the first day of virtual school.


It was during this month I had a greater appreciation for the amazing teachers at our small school. They all did whatever they could to remain connected and engaged with the kids. Whether it was FaceTiming, sending video messages, or hanging out on Kids Messenger to assist a Princess Putterpants with monumental decisions (such as what American Girl outfit should she pack for her doll to wear camping)... these teachers adapted and met the challenges every day.



April saw us one month into the pandemic. Unable to sit locked up at home we fled north for the second month in a row, and camped.   If not up north you could find us at the campfire in the back yard with our bubble buddies.  This time spent with family have become memories that we will cherish forever. The weather didn’t matter, snow, cold, or beautiful — we kept our weekly dinners around the campfire steady. 

May saw this trend continue, and Princess Putterpants made her turkey hunting debut. Daddy calls her the turkey whisperer, having helped him bring home a big bird!

Brother Bear re-signed with his Army Reserves unit, receiving a promotion to Sergeant. While it has been his dream to serve our country, we cannot ignore the many opportunities the Army has brought him as well.  His time with the Army continues to provide a pathway through life.

Through the spring thoughtful surprises made their way to our porch. Flowers, plants, sweets and drinks!  We were into our third month of shutdown and the pandemic fatigue was strong. The leisure travel industry had practically ground to a halt leaving our family with just a single income. To have such kindness from friends and neighbors come to our door was to provide another moment of joy and hope. 

June was the month our sweet girl pledged her heart to God and was baptized among friends, family,  and her favorite educators at St. Paul’s Lutheran Church.  While this is a decision she had made shortly after the shutdown occurred, she wanted to wait for the chance to be baptized in church. It was a moment of great pride for Daddy and I to hear her love for God and see her make this commitment all on her own.

July saw the kids and I returning for the opening of The Walt Disney World Resort.  While so much was different, it was still a much needed escape from reality. Taking advantage of travel credits and agent benefits, I also hoped that sharing my travels with clients would help them to feel the courage to do the same themselves. 

It did not matter to the kids that so many things they “know” and expect of Disney was now gone. They signed and waved to characters as their cavalcade sailed past us. There were new experiences and moments of magic even without the fireworks and shows.  And masks became a new norm for us. We came home refreshed and hopeful for the fall.

August saw more cancellations of events and festivals so we continued to camp and fill our time with some of the few open venues such as the zoo. Family time continued to be the centerpiece of this summer.

Brother Bear turned 26 and continued to work hard for his unit, having received word he would be heading out for training in early 2021.  This news was much awaited as it will be the step he needs to move up towards the MOS that will advance his personal and military career!

September was a triumphant return to school in person! Our family could not have been more excited seeing as both kids quit virtual school on day 3 all the way back in March! Finally, we felt a slice of normal return to our daily lives. 

October had the kids and I using the last of our travel credits and agent benefits as we headed down to Disney for our annual Halloween trip. By this time it was to make one final push to show clients traveling is safe. The trip also served as a distraction for me.  My High School cheer and dance teams were still on hiatus due to COVID, and I was struggling to keep positive while watching surrounding teams move forward with their fall seasons.

November had my patience worn thin and in need of something to look forward to as everything was still on hold for my teams, and COVID19 had officially hit our household. 

The weather was unseasonably warm for fall. I can only wonder if it wasn’t God’s grace. We had been through so many challenges, the losses piling up. And yet, we were given two extra months of delightful weather to enjoy outside with our friends and family. 

Our little BoBear, ever the optimist, began pulling out the Christmas decorations on November 3rd ... and so it began that we would celebrate Christmas a little earlier. 

December saw us moving forward in small steps. While the travel agency is still up and running, it’s now banking on the fearless clients who have booked for 2021.  I am in my third month of teaching at the studio, such a blessing as it keeps Princess Putterpants dancing. And, at long last, we had a start date for my high school teams! 

Finally it was Christmas! With COVID having invaded so much we were fortunate to be able to be with some of our family. Holiday celebrations looked different as there were no grand gatherings of family. We instead sent pictures and videos to our loved ones and enjoyed a little fun as a smaller unit. 


There were a lot of laughs, and many memories to hold dear.  The grandparents even stepped into the fun with some Ugly Sweater action!


Photo credit: L&A Photography 

To end the year, Daddy made his way up North for his annual ice fishing trip, while the kids and I said goodbye to 2020 with friends and great food.  There was gut busting laughter, smiles, and joyful kids the whole night through. High fives for everyone making it to midnight and pumpkin time right after!


2020 served as a reminder that in order to survive this thing called life, we are required to possess two traits - a relentlessly positive attitude and an equally strong resilience. 2021 will continue to bring the same hurdles we’ve been endlessly jumping over and through. However, it will be our frame of mind, our conscientious choice, to adapt and move forward that will leave us grateful for yet another year. 

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

And So It Begins...

Yesterday was the day.  We kicked off in this strange new world of "social distancing".  After a week that literally up-ended everyone's world, I found myself and children entering a dark school with just a few staff available.  The chat with Princess Putterpants' teacher reflective of the mood, sad and unsure of what's to come.  Collecting our work packets and learning materials for the week, we returned back home.  Our new reality for the next few weeks? We are home-schooling.

As a former early childhood educator, I feel confident I can follow through on instructions from the teachers, but it is a switch of gears to move from Travel Agent and Coach, to Teacher.  Over the next few hours I tackled the task of de-cluttering our living space so we could have learning space. All the while the news and White House conferences played in the background.  Commentators and speakers alike painting a grim picture, but asking the public to positively be in this together, all while staying home and separated. I can't help but think what irony it is that our overly social nation is really more acclimated for this than we realize. The age of Social Media having become a more natural person to person connection, than face to face connection is.

Following our family dinner the kids excitedly gathered their Leprechaun Trap materials.  While we may not be able to go to school, this special tradition normally done with the kids' teachers, could not go to the wayside just because we are bound to our home.  With the table cleared, the kids zoomed around the house collecting what they needed to make "The One" ... the trap that would FINALLY catch that pesky Leprechaun.  Unfortunately for my husband and I our children have a nasty habit of using our furniture as trampolines, climbing equipment, and track surfaces.  Case in point, last week Princess Putterpants found herself at ER after a jumping-on-the-bed-incident-gone-wrong.  Thankfully she was ok, just a little sore with her ribs and lungs having a slight battle with each other.

BoBear however was not destined to fare as well as his sister this night. After a slick run of the socks on the farm table bench, down he went, face first!  As I rolled him over, he sure was a brave boy with hardly any tears, but he said, "Momma I can't move my arm." and the flood gates opened.  Agreeing with Daddy the arm didn't look right we were off to the local ER.


With last weeks rolling shutdown of our country, right into this day ... I was nervous.  The entire drive (the whole 10 minutes) I worried ... would it be a ridiculous wait?  Will the waiting room be full of COVID-19 patients ... should I have grabbed his mask (thanking the Big Man Upstairs quickly that "Blanket" was along for the ride as I imagined it would do as a covering) ...  We arrived, and I carried BoBear in ... and to my disbelief the place was empty...  We were taken to a room right away, seen right away.  While the process of determining if there was a break or just Nursemaid Elbow is long enough -- it was not the endless wait I was expecting because we are in the midst of a pandemic.  This all feels so surreal ... not real ... strange.

PS. It is a solid clean break of the distal end of his right humerus.

So, here we are ... Day 1:
✔ School Work for the week picked up.
✔ Home converted to a learning space.
✔ Tradition of Leprechaun Traps carried on.
✔ An appendage break to sufficiently occupy our time while we are "off".





Monday, September 2, 2019

American Day



It’s baffling how fast “summer” has passed! Here in Wisco we’ve only managed to enjoy a couple weeks of actual summer like weather ... but the calendar says summer is over already!

Our 4th of July weekend has come and gone, leaving behind some fond memories of family and friends. As I browse the pictures from these past few months, I keep thinking how important this holiday is to me. 

Family has always been been the impetus, with the parade at its center. This year I celebrated nearly 40 years of appearing in our hometown parade. I follow along my father who spent decades in the parade with fire and rescue. The festivities of our towns celebration touch every corner of my memory from being a kid impatient to get on the fair rides; to my adult visits at the famed ETBT.  

Along the way things have changed. Some of our towns people have lamented those changes. As much as I want things to be as they are in my memory, I know that change is inevitable, and sometimes that affects our beloved traditions. Yes, the carnival seemed smaller ... maybe the beer tent wasn’t quite as full as normal? And choosing a new spot to watch fireworks from brought a little melancholy, as it also signified the first year in memory that my parents or any of my extended family was with us. 

This year our BoBear was very excited for the Fourth of July weekend because, as he excitedly proclaimed, he got to celebrate "American Day".  He was happy to tell everyone about it, and his zest for American Day brought smiles and giggles.  The greater message from watching him revel in delight of this very American weekend, was no matter what had changed ... it was still time together enjoying the freedom we are so very lucky to have.

Happy Labor Day to all! We wish everyone safe travels home from the last American holiday of the summer!