Time Flies When You’re Building Memories!

What a whirlwind couple of days! They say that time speeds up as you get older, and I think that’s especially true when you have kids. It’s so easy to get caught up in the daily grind that you forget that you’re making memories. I want my children’s memories of this season to be happy ones. It takes an extra effort to stay in the moment when you’re so busy, but it’s so worth it to try!

Let’s Do the Time Warp Again!

Amberly and I went to see a live performance of The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Hoogland Center in Springfield. We had a wonderful time, and Amberly really seemed to find her people. She thrives on nerdy fandoms, and had a blast watching all the people come into the theater in cosplay. We got seats right in the front row, where you can literally rest your feet on the stage. We were able to see and interact with the performers face to face. This was her first time ever seeing Rocky Horror, and she fell in love. We plan to make it an annual event, no matter where we are.

Fun at Rocky Horror

A Wrench in the Works

We spent Friday packing and preparing for the girls’ trip up to Michigan to see their dad and attend a cousin’s wedding in Wisconsin. As luck would have it (or not), we had some car troubles that complicated matters a bit. Apparently the van sprung a leak in a low pressure power steering line, and Gordon lost his steering capabilities on the way to class. We persevere, however, and things worked out.

Our Amtrak Adventure

Today was our travel day. Joey, Amberly, Lea, and I took the Amtrak train up to Chicago to meet the girls’ dad. The train was packed with people wearing Cubs gear. Now, I’ll be honest, I’m not a sports fan, but it’s hard to deny the energy surrounding the World Series this year. The excitement is electric, and it’s fun to watch people be so excited about something. It was a thankfully quiet trip up. Union Station was beautiful as always, and not overly crowded, which is nice. We had a nice relaxing visit, and the girls were off to Michigan about an hour before Joey and I came back down.

A Slimy New Experience

Because we had time to burn, Joey and I decided to try something new. The Cajun (Asian) restaurant in the food court sells Bubble Tea, and we ordered an almond one. It’s really difficult to describe this concoction. It was a sweet, milky, smooth slushy drink. The bottom third of the cup was filled with black, squishy, quarter-inch tapioca pearls. The fat straw was perfectly sized to allow these pearls up one at a time, so each drink provided an odd mouthful of fruit snack-like chews and sweet slush. I liked it okay, but Joey was in heaven–except for the brain freeze.

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Visiting an Old Friend

When it was close to boarding time, we went down to the boarding lounge. One of the perks of traveling with young kids is priority boarding. We were hoping to see our friend, Amos the Amtrak pigeon. He’s been there every time we’ve traveled through Chicago. To our surprise, Amos’ clan had expanded, and there were now four Amtrak pigeons. Someday I’m going to get motivated and write a children’s book about Amos, but my hands are full at this point.

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Away We Go…

When it was time to board, one of the wonderful Red Cap employees offered us a trolley ride, so that was a new experience for us too. Joey was so excited, I was afraid he was going to vibrate off the seat! Now we get to sit back, relax, and watch the sun set on this beautiful stretch of Illinois. Life is good!

2 thoughts on “Time Flies When You’re Building Memories!”

  1. Lots happening for this homeschooled family. I love seeing what is going on in your household. Looks like Amberly and Joey made some great memories. The look of pure joy was all over both of their faces.

  2. I love it. Union Station is one of my favorite places in the world. It is such a good metaphor for life, things constantly coming and going, new adventures, constants like Amos (congratulations to him on his new family). Love your post! Keep them coming!

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