A Narrative Shift

Today I took the kids on one of our summer adventures. We visited Nixon Park, a county park located in York, Pennsylvania.  I’ve been experiencing a bit of writer’s block this summer, so when we arrived at the park and started to hike along a small stream, I thought to myself, Perfect. Today I will be inspired.



As I watch my kids run along the path together, they hold hands for a moment and then race over a small bridge. I contemplate writing a piece about their bond as siblings. They are nineteen months apart, and this summer, although they spend a great deal of time arguing, they have been inseparable. But then, my son accidently hits my daughter in the face with a stick, which produces tears, vicious accusations, and statements like, “I’m never going to be your friend!” 



When we enter the nature center, they are immediately mesmerized by a set of microscopes with slides. They take their time to look at the various samples of feathers, fossils, and animal fur with great care. I start to brainstorm a piece about how they are so eager to learn new information lately and seem to soak it up so quickly. Then my son realizes one of the knobs on his microscope is slightly broken and loses interest. He would rather spend ten minutes at the water fountain. 



After we eat a picnic lunch outside, sweaty and annoyed with all of the bugs, I am ready to go home, but the kids wan to go on another hike. I agree, excited that they are agreeing on something, and we set forth on the Geology trail.

A new idea comes to mind as I watch my surefooted children scamper over rocks and climb trees. I will write about how they have grown up in nature; they learned to walk on the rocky hills of our own woods, and this summer they have run barefoot through are yard and spent more time picking up rocks and acorns than toys.

I suddenly realize that their are different colored symbols on the tree; I seem to have led my children onto a new trail.


tworoadsI am somewhat directionally impaired and apparently can’t read (or notice) signs. I also forgot to bring the map (not that I can really read one anyway!).  My passive aggressive solution? Keep walking. We walk … and walk … and walk. Meanwhile, I am desperately hoping we have not wandered onto the three mile loop I remember seeing on the map because there is no way these kids will make it three more miles. 

I feel my anxiety building. Perhaps, I should write a reflection on how trying one new thing a day this summer has finally pushed me to my limits. (Click here to read all about that!). Maybe sometimes, sticking to the tried and true is the best course of action. Or, maybe I should write about how people who tend to panic in these type of situations should probably NOT take two young children on a hike alone in an unfamiliar woods.


sawyernature.jpgI eventually decide we should just go back the way we came. I say it in a cheerful voice, trying to calm the panic building in my chest and trick my children. Of course, the kids quickly start to whine and say things like, “I’m too tired!” “Are we there yet?” and “Didn’t we see this tree already?” 

Then my son runs ahead to “investigate,” but falls on the rocks and begins crying and screaming. As I rush to reach him, I frantically hope that my inspiration won’t be something that results in a post entitled, “What to Do When You Are Lost in the Woods and Need Medical Care.”

It won’t be … it’s just a scrape.  He finally calms down enough to continue our walk. At this point, I finally start to recognize where we are and feel some of my tension slip away.  I return to thinking how much I love exploring with my kids. 

Then my daughter points to my son and states in horror, “Your knee is still bleeding!” He looks down, sees a trickle of blood, remembers he hates to see blood, and starts intermittently howling and crying for the rest of the ½ mile trek back to the car.



Finally, we arrive at our car and drive out of the park. I decide to sooth my frayed nerves with a snowball, one of my all-time favorite summer time treats from growing up in Baltimore. As I walk to the stand to place our order, my Fitbit vibrates. Awesome! I already met my step goal, and it is only 1 pm. 

Of course, that slight vibration on my wrist is also a reminder of why I’ve been hiking more and why I should not be indulging in treats. Hmmm… perhaps I will write about my weight loss journey this summer and how I still succumb to the “eating to make myself feel better” mentality.

Nah. I’m just going to enjoy my snowball. I am done thinking of ideas today. I suppose that I have been inspired by our adventures today, but I just don’t have the energy to develop any of my ideas. Adventuring with kids can do that to you!

7 Months of Blogging: What I’ve Learned


You are reading my my 30th post! I began my blog as part of a New Year’s resolution to start writing more, and unlike many failed resolutions in the past, I’ve stuck to it!

I’ve always enjoyed writing, but in recent years had not made it a priority. I could blame work and kids, but in reality, I just wasn’t very motivated.

In the past, I’ve also been rather hesitant about sharing my work. Making my writing public and setting a self-imposed deadline to post once a week was the best thing for me to do to help kick-start my writing and my confidence.

After seven months, I am so thankful that I started this blog. It has made me write more than I have in years and taught me much about myself and my goals.

Seven Months of Blogging.jpg•  It is hard to keep up with it.  For instance, this was supposed to be “What I Have Learned During SIX Months of Blogging,” and by now it is more like 7 1/2 months of blogging!

•  It is time consuming. MUCH more time consuming than I thought it would be. I obsess over every post, every paragraph, every sentence, and every word.

This summer I am starting to realize how much time I am spending writing, revising, and editing, and I am having a harder time balancing writing time with kid time. I’ve been trying to do one new thing a day with the kids (My Experience Trying One New Thing a Day with My Kids), and well, me sitting and writing while they play in the playroom could only be considered new for one day…

•  I don’t have the tech savviness to actually make a living doing this. I barely can figure out how to put a picture in my post. Okay, that’s exaggerating a bit, but when I tried to add the Pinterest button to my photos, it truly was like a 48 hour endeavor.

•  During weeks that I write more, I feel like I’m not as good of a parent. My kids watch more episodes of Lion Guard than is probably good for them and do not get as much of my attention. I am in constant turmoil about this since last year I resigned from teaching to spend more time with them.

However, writing and seeing a completed piece on my blog (or published elsewhere!), gives me a sense of personal satisfaction, which in turn makes me feel more worthwhile and happy. That does make me a better parent.

It’s all about finding a balance, I suppose. Like most things, some weeks I am better at this than others.

•  There is a whole community of bloggers – funny, inspirational, and positive bloggers. I wish I had been more into reading blogs when my children were younger – I would have felt less alone. I may have laughed at my children’s antics a bit more, as well!

•  My priorities have shifted. I know longer care if my house is a mess, and walking through my kitchen pretty much guarantees that you will crunch on something left behind on the floor.  When I have a free moment while the kids are coloring or playing stuffed animal school, I don’t waste it on housework anymore. I write.

•  I write about dinosaurs … a lot.

•  It has made me focus more on the small moments. This is probably the number one reason I will continue blogging. Without making a concerted effort to write, I may never have paid particular attention to my son’s fascination with flowers (Daffodils and Dinos) or noted my daughter glaring daggers at me during library story time (Story Time at the Library).

Ironically, I enjoy and find it easier to write about these smaller moments than the larger, seemingly more significant ones. I feel there is a message here. Something about not letting the little moments pass by. But, I don’t want to be too cliché…

The future of my blog:

I will continue to write.  I enjoy my self-imposed deadlines for the most part, and I like having “work” to do that I enjoy. “Work” that lasts much longer than the floor I cleaned only hours ago but is now covered in a sticky  mess of yogurt.

I will probably slow down on the frequency of my blog posts. My aim is to continue to write weekly, but try to get published more on other sites or publications. I am thrilled that starting my blog also opened up other avenues, and I finally had the courage to send my work out into the unknown to get accepted or rejected. There have been both, and that’s okay.

Lately, there are some ideas swirling in my head and an itch to perhaps start a bigger writing project down the road. I’m not ready to commit to anything yet, but I’m hoping with the return of Fall and a more orderly schedule, I can start writing a bit more seriously again.

But for now, I’m feeling a pull to slow down as the lazy days of summer come to an end. More time is needed to not only soak in the sun, but also bask in the smiles and giggles of two children who I love more than all of the words in the world.


So, a question to my blogger friends: How do you balance your writing and family time? How often do you write a post? Any advice for this blogger who fears she might be losing her motivation?

Watching the Olympics with Your Children: Fun and Educational

I have always loved to watch the Olympics. There is just something so exciting about watching an event that only occurs every four years and features the best athletes in the world.

This year I will get to share the excitement of the summer Olympics with my own kids (4 and 6) for the first time.  I’ve already started to get them excited by coloring in flags of various countries to make a banner to hang in our living room during the Games.


Watching the Olympics with your children is a fun way to bond while also teaching them a great deal. Check out my article on Parent.co where I discuss some of the benefits of watching the Olympics with your kids. Here is the link:  6 Reasons to Get Excited About Watching the Olympics with Kids.

In the article, I include some activities I plan to do with the kids. Here are a few other ideas I intend to do to make the Olympics even more exciting:

  • Make a chart to keep track of how many medals the United States wins.
  • Make some Olympic rings. Check out this easy pipe cleaner version I found on Pinterest: Easy Olympics Craft for Toddlers and Preschoolers
  • Play our own version of Olympic games. Maybe try some timed races around the house, or diving (more like jumping) competitions in our pool. And, I’m sure there will be some type of wild gymnastics going on in the living room. Anything to keep them moving during commercial breaks!
  • Make our own American flags. I like the idea on this site:  Simple American Flag Craft for Kids

Any one out there have any other ideas to make the Olympics fun for young kids? Share below. I would love to try some new ones!

I will be posting any Olympic themed craft or activity we do on Instagram. Follow along! OneMileSmileBlog

As always, thanks for reading!

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A Mother’s Comfort


A faded purple comforter with raggedy edges can often be found crumpled in the corner of our family room sofa.  Upon investigation, there is nothing overtly special about this blanket. In fact, the general wear and tear on it would suggest that it is a blanket that one should strongly consider getting rid of.  It was never of high quality to begin with; I’m sure my mother picked it up at Walmart or Kmart in one of those bed-in-a-bag deals.

However, the blanket is almost twenty years old, and over time a series of memories and feelings have been woven into its fabric making it hard to throw away.

The only word that I can think of to describe my feelings about this comforter is HOME.

My mother surprised me with the comforter the first time I came back home from college during my freshman year. It was Thanksgiving break, and I missed home desperately. Although I had insisted that I wanted to go away to college, I was homesick as soon as I watched my family pull away from the dorms.

My school was four hours away, so I had only seen my parents once since settling into my dorm room in mid-August. They had visited during parents’ weekend, but the visit had only brought news of my mother’s newly diagnosed disease and none of the comfort and familiarity that I had thought it would.

When I arrived home during that first break, I was filled with a mixture of relief, anxiety, and incredible sadness. After greeting my family, I lugged my bags down the stairs to my bedroom and was surprised to find my ridiculously bright, geometric-patterned comforter replaced with a pale purple one printed with swirls of flowers. Purple was my favorite color.

I spent most of that break crying into that comforter as the reality of my mom’s diagnosis of Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) set in. The following year, I transferred colleges and came home to spend more time with my mom.  Another year passed, and again I found myself crying into the purple flowers after my mother’s funeral.


After several moves and almost twenty years later, I still have that comforter. It bounced along with me from apartment to apartment before it was replaced with a new comforter.  It was then relegated for use during camping trips and guest visits.

Now, my family and I use it when we watch movies in our cold, downstairs family room. My kids and I cuddle underneath it, a tangle of warm limbs, while it catches the piles of popcorn that somehow do not make it into their mouths.


It’s falling apart now.  The threadbare fabric is torn in some spots, and recently the seam of one side completely ripped apart. As its cotton filling spilled out into the dryer, I suddenly realized how much the blanket meant to me.

This comforter reminds me so much of coming home during my first break all those years ago. It doesn’t necessarily recall the sadness and heartache I felt over my mother’s impending death, but it reminds me of the warmth of stepping into my childhood home again, the comfort of just being close to my mom.

My mother knew what the news of her disease would do to me, knew that her middle child was excellent at holding in her feelings and would shy away from overt attempts of comfort. She knew that I would pretend everything was okay when really it was far from it.

She knew that she could do little to make the situation better for me.  Purchasing the comforter, making my bed, and giving me a soft place to land was her hug to me. A hug that unexpectedly lasted for years, and one which I get to share with my own children, her grandchildren, now. 

Eating Out with the Kids: More Chicken Strips, Please!


We just got back from a three day stay in Pittsburgh. I could write a lovely travel post about all of the fun, family-friendly activities we did – Carnegie Museum of Natural History, Point State Park, PNC Park for a Pirates game, and a river boat ride!

Or, I could write about how despite our fun-filled itinerary, the kids complained their way through most of the Steel City, and by the third night I was done being patient and did a lot of yelling.

And, if you ask the kids what their favorite part of the trip was? They would surely respond, “The hotel pool!”

Nope. Won’t write about any of that. Instead, I am going to write about the insane amount of fried chicken tenders my children ate during our trip.

There is nothing like three days of traveling from hotel to hotel and restaurant to restaurant to make you realize just how picky your kids are. Due to their extreme pickiness, my children ordered chicken tenders at every restaurant we visited. My daughter even ate cold, left-over chicken tenders for breakfast one morning!

My husband and I love to dine out and try new places to eat, especially when traveling. When the children were little, we did this rather frequently. Then toddlerhood hit and the food throwing, screaming, and temper tantrums severely limited our choices of restaurants. We mostly did takeout or went to loud, diner-like places with floors that could be easily wiped up.

Now, that the kids are 4 and 6, it is a little easier to dine out. We tend to pick places that are on the louder side, and we always try to go before the dinner rush. I come prepared with stickers and coloring books, which sometimes distract them from bickering or jumping on the booth seats. The only problem is that my children are so picky that finding a meal they will actually eat proves quite challenging.

My son often ends up eating only  bread and then will whine throughout the entire meal because we won’t order him a lobster!

My daughter is usually a little better with her food choices, but would rather tear off the paper from each crayon and scatter the tiny scraps all over the floor and table than actually eat her food.


Here is what I learned, along with some general observations, after three days of eating out with my children for every meal. (And why I’m actually glad to be home making meals in my own kitchen again. Something I thought I would NEVER say):

•  Do NOT let your child pound a lemonade when you are only halfway to your destination. Yes, this is obvious. Yes, I just wanted to make him happy at the moment, and yes, I regretted it. This lemonade drinking resulted in multiple “emergency” stops along deserted roads, so my son could pee in a field.

chomp•  We mistakenly let my son bring his new dinosaur chomper into the restaurant after we visited the Carnegie Museum of Natural History. Havoc ensued. Water glasses were almost knocked down, his sister screamed every time he put it near her, and several patrons were the victim of the T-Rex as he walked through the narrow aisles. The dinosaur was confiscated, which then resulted in loud complaining. Note to self: No dinosaur toys in restaurants!

•  Why do children find the dirty floor underneath the restaurant table so fascinating? Seriously! Sit in your seat already! And, I don’t even know how many pieces of silverware ended up on the floor.

•  The dot game! You know, the one where there is a grid of about 100 dots or so and you take turns drawing lines from dot to dot to see who can complete the most squares. I had forgotten about this game until we discovered it on one of the children’s menus on night two of our excursion.


My son loved it. He played it with me the entire twenty minutes it took for our food. Win! The next night at dinner, I drew one on a scrap of paper I found in my purse. Again, it was like magic! The beauty of this game is that you can create it on anything – an old receipt, a napkin, or your arm if you need to.

•  My son has become so picky, that he no longer eats French fries! What!? He also recently started picking off the breading of his chicken tenders. I don’t even know where we go from here!

•  The free continental breakfast at the hotel is inevitably the kids’ favorite meal. My kids wake up and demand food immediately.  It is so easy to drag them down to the lobby and not deal with waiting at a restaurant or paying for a meal they don’t eat, so obviously this is a win for everybody. My kids were perfectly content with their carb loaded breakfast of Fruit Loops, waffles, and a muffin!  I was happy that for one meal they were not eating chicken tenders, and I even managed to sneak in some fruit.

•  I was actually excited that my daughter ate a hot dog at the baseball game we attended just because it was something different than chicken tenders. If this isn’t a mom fail, I don’t know what one is!


So, if you are curious about where we ate, here are two places that we really enjoyed in the city:  Union Grill & The Yard.  Both were relatively kid-friendly (loud with a kid’s menu and crayons) while having unique atmospheres with good food. And beer. We definitely needed a beer after a day of sightseeing with two kids.

And, of course, my children would highly recommend the chicken tenders at both of these establishments.




Dinosaur Birthday Party

My son turned six on July 4th. SIX! I still can’t believe it. It certainly does not seem like six years have passed since I sat in my hospital room overlooking the Susquehanna River and watched firework on the first night of my son’s life.

He cried through most of his first fireworks show, as I rocked him in the hospital chair and strained my neck to try to watch the colorful display out the window. I was tired and weepy and anxious over my fist few hours of motherhood, but I was also so very happy to be holding my son as we participated in our first family activity together. Fourth of July fireworks will always remind me of my son’s first night in this world.

excavationThis year, we celebrated his birth with a dinosaur themed party with close family. We do parties simple around here … running around in the yard with cousins, splashing in a small pool or running through the sprinkler, eating snacks, and singing happy birthday over a homemade cake.

I usually try to have at least one organized activity for the little ones. The highlight of this year’s party was our dinosaur excavation.  Each child received a sand bucket with a shovel, paint brush, pencil, and a pad of paper. I purchased the bucket and brushes at a dollar store and ordered the dinosaur patterned paper and pencils from Amazon. I made labels with a clip art image and attached them with twine.


On the morning of the party, the kids and I buried 60 small plastic dinosaurs in the sandbox.  I think they enjoyed burying the dinosaurs as much as digging up the dinosaurs!


I wrapped the area in caution tape I had leftover from a previous construction themed party, and placed an excavation site sign I made near the sandbox.


Unearthing the dinosaurs took forever because the kids did not listen to my suggestion and buried the creatures deep in the sand. I’m sure there are still some our there!  My son loved it, though, and was one of the last ones out there digging for dinosaurs. He was quite serious about the task at hand.


Afterward, he diligently recorded the numbers of dinosaurs he found in his notebook. Sixteen!


I didn’t go crazy with decorations, but I did make these cute herbivore and carnivore labels for the table. I used stickers I found at a craft store. Although my son is obsessed with everything dinosaur, he is also very picky about the fact that they have to look like real dinosaurs – not cartoon dinosaurs.

The kids made the toothpicks to stick in the bologna by cutting out squares of paper and putting stickers on them. I just used my hot glue gun to attach the paper to the toothpick.

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My four-year-old daughter helped me decorate the cake. We iced two yellow cakes with chocolate frosting, dumped a ton of chocolate sprinkles on top, outlined the cake with chocolate malt balls, and then placed dinosaur fossils on top. It was not perfect, in fact, it was far from perfect. We didn’t quite have enough icing thanks to some generous taste-testing on her part, but the most important thing was that my son loved it!


And, yes, of course the kids argued over what dinosaur bones they wanted on their slice to eat!

Overall, my son was happy with the dinosaur themed party. I could have gone a bit overboard because there are soooo many fantastic ideas out there, but for everyone’s sanity I’m glad that I kept it rather simple. We ended the night with fireworks in the back yard. He cuddled up with some cousins on a blanket, and I watched my six-year-old boy soak in all of the magic of that moment.







My Experience Trying One New Thing a Day with My Kids


In an effort to thwart summer boredom and to bounce us out of a routine, I vowed to do one new thing a day with the kids this summer. At the ages of four and five, it is the perfect time to instill a love of adventuring. Childhood wonder still exists, and they are eager to experience all that they are able.

In general, I am the type of mom that goes a bit crazy if we are in the house too much, so adventuring and getting out of the house is not new to them. However, I am also the type of mom that gets a bit lazy in her planning. We tend to haunt the same playgrounds or do the same activities at home, so part of this plan was to help change it up a bit during our long summer together.

To help hold me accountable, I started posting on my Instagram account with the hashtag #onenewaday.  We are currently on day 47 (our summer vacation started early because  pre-school ended in mid-May).

Here are a few highlights: 

  • My favorite activity so far was camping. You can read about that HERE.  This is something that I have had on my agenda for years, and it far surpassed my expectations.
  • Another favorite was the Crayola Experience.  We visited the location in Easton, Pennsylvania where we got to make crayons with our own name on them, paint, color with chalk, watch a show on how crayons are made, play on a pretty awesome playground, and make clay sculptures.  The kids and I both had fun with this one.
  • The kids’ favorite activity was probably gymnastics camp. They only were enrolled for three days, but both wanted to do it all summer long. I enjoyed gymnastics camp, as well, because I got three hours to do errands without the kids. Everyone was a winner with this one!
  • My husband and I took the kids to their first NASCAR race. They loved it. I just wrote about the experience on Parent.co, if you want to check it out. Click  HERE for the article.

Not everything has been super exciting.  We’ve played new board games, splashed in a creek, tried a few new foods (none of the foods were a success by the way), and completed a few new crafts.  Many of our activities still include me sitting on a bench or standing nearby watching and waiting to answer the call of “Mom, look at me!”

However, overall, I am enjoying the experience. I love how I can look back on my Instagram account and see exactly what we did each day this summer. I have a picture for every day spent with my kids; this is priceless.

Now, I’m not the best photographer and my children are definitely not the best subjects (they don’t look at the camera, my son forgets how to smile, and they NEVER stay still!). I also don’t have time to make sure they are in matching clothes, or pose them a million different ways, or search for the best light because when you are in the world of a four and five year old who don’t like to slow down, life happens quickly! So what I will have when this is over is a real portrait of what the summer was like – with Instagram filters, of course!


Doing this has also made me a better mom.  As my kids get a little older and are able to entertain themselves for longer periods of time, I find it easier and easier to slip into the role of a lazy parent.  So instead of reading my book, I’m taking the kids outside for a hike. Instead of working on this week’s blog post, we are singing along to the radio as we drive to yet another playground. We are spending more time together and more time outside.

The experience has also taken me out of my comfort zone a few times, which I think is a good thing. Normally, I tend to let my husband handle the logistics of our trips – directions, parking, timing, etc.  Now, since the majority of our activities are during the day when he works, I must literally and figuratively be in the driver’s seat. This is not always successful. I get lost … a lot. I recently tried to find a new playground, but got hopelessly lost instead. The kids argued, I lost my temper, and the only thing that could save the day was an unplanned stop at Wendy’s for Frosties.

Besides unplanned detours, there have been a few other drawbacks.  The most obvious one is that my house is a disaster. Like, really a disaster. Not one of those photos you see people post that show a few toys scattered on the floor with an annoying comment like, “Oh, I just can’t keep up with housework!” but you can see a pristine kitchen countertop in the background. No, I’m talking yogurt spills on the floor, laundry heaped on the sofa, breakfast remains still on the table at dinner, and about 100 Shopkins and dinosaur figures spread throughout the house.

The thing is when you are planning adventures for a 4 and 5 year old, you rush around trying to get everyone ready and gather the supplies you need. Then you spend the outing refereeing fights, keeping them safe, and making sure they behave in public. Then you come home and have to make dinner and all of the other things you didn’t do because you spent the day at a Chocolate Factory, and you are just too tired to care.


Obviously, everything hasn’t been perfect. There was rain that cancelled the second half of the kids’ first NASCAR race. There was an urgent need to pee that resulted in a scraped knee at the movie theater which then resulted in us missing the end of Finding Dory.  And, there has been a great deal of really, really whiny car rides. In fact, I have no idea what we are going to do tomorrow because I cannot imagine getting back in the car with them right now.

However, despite these imperfections, it has been good for us. Even during the outings that make me want to rush home and chug a bottle of wine, I value this time I have with the kids and am happy that I have the opportunity to be the one to experience all of these new things with them.

But, next summer … maybe every other day will be quite enough.


If you want to see what we are up to next, follow along on Instagram @onemilesmileblog.

I would love to see what new things you and your kids are doing this summer. Post a picture and use the hashtag #onenewaday. Or, head on over to my facebook page, One Mile Smile, and post a picture.  Come on, join the fun. Plus, July is looking long. I need some new ideas!


Here’s what we’ve done so far:

  1. Met a new friend for a playdate at a playground.
  2. Played a new board game.
  3. Visited Crayola Experience.
  4. Hiked a new trail in our woods.
  5. Drank smoothies.
  6. Shopped at the farmers market.
  7. Made popsicles.
  8. Hiked a trail at Pinchot Lake.
  9. Visited a new playground.
  10. Ate ice cream at Penn State’s Berkey Creamery.
  11. Camped.
  12. Canoed.
  13. Went to the circus.
  14. Played with new water squirters.
  15. Attended a Memorial Day parade.
  16. Splashed in a creek.
  17. Visited Pappy and went 4 wheeling
  18. Checked out the NASCAR haulers in Harrisburg
  19. Babysat their cousin for the first time.
  20. Went to their first NASCAR race.
  21. Painted seashells.
  22. Picked strawberries.
  23. Attended their first day of gymnastics camp.
  24. Helped their dad mulch the playground.
  25. Found a new playground with dinosaur playground equipment!
  26. Went to the first library story time of the summer.
  27. Saw Zootopia at an old movie theater.
  28. Played on their first Slip ‘n Slide.
  29. Visited a dam.
  30. Fed a horse.
  31. Had a sleepover with their Pappy.
  32. Made father’s day cards.
  33. Checked out the dinosaur statues in Harrisburg.
  34. Hiked and swam at Raystown Lake.
  35. Spent father’s day 4wheeling with their dad.
  36. Tried a papaya.
  37. Completed their first day of swim lessons.
  38. Visited Chocolate World in Hershey, PA.
  39. Saw Finding Dory.
  40. Played miniature golf.
  41. Swam at Pinchot Lake.
  42. Made a new craft.
  43. Ate ice cream for lunch.
  44. Visited Utz Potato Chip Factory.
  45. Played with a friend at his pool.
  46. Visited a relative they’ve never met (a great-great uncle!).
  47. Learned how to dive for pennies in the pool.