Time for some FUN

It's time.  Cabin fever has hit this hermit mama... I spent a little time last week looking up oodles of fun things to do around here.  I knew it was time to find structured things for Kaden to do after these two exchanges:

Me:  Hey, Kaden, do you want to go to a class with me for-

Kaden, jumping up and hugging me:  YES! YES! YES!

Me:  But I didn't tell you what it was for.

Kaden:  That's okay, Mama, I'll go.

Then yesterday, Grandma said:  We haven't see you this week, Kaden.  Whatcha been up to?
Kaden:  Watching TV.

Grandma:  That's nice, and what else?

Kaden:  Nothing.

Er.... ahem.  The now-Pennsylvania boy is ready, yes?  Jimdad took him to one of those kid-build things at a store, and both had a great time.  Tomorrow we've got a Moms group meeting- I've only been to one other, but both of us enjoyed it, and the other moms have been helpful through the online group too.  There's another playgroup thing on Tuesday morning... and then a smallish road trip at the end of the week.  Plus, I've filled the Google calendar with a LOT of options that (hopefully) will get us through the rest of this winter!

Photo from a few weeks ago:  the Florida boy's first sled ride was in the dark!  

He loved it... of course.

Reminiscing

Kaden, to me:
Remember when we used to say hello to our neighbors in florida?
we said hello to the twins
we said hello to Carole...
we haven't said hello to anyone here.
(pause)
once they tell us their names, we can say hello all the time.

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Jimdad: What do you miss about Florida, Kaden?
Kaden:  The twins and the library.  And the beach.  And our old church, with the playground in back.
Nana:  Do you miss your old school?
Kaden:  No.  They made me take naps.

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Kaden:  When we go to Disney this year...
Me, interrupting:  Hunny, we're not going this year.  That was a once in a decade trip.
Kaden:  Well, we might.  You never know.

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Nana:  What do you want to do FIRST when we get to Florida?
Kaden:  Go to the beach, on a warm day, so we can go swimming, and have a picnic.

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They say, dear readers, that we will adjust to life up here.  I'll let you know about that when we thaw out.