Archive for September, 2009

Pohick Bay

Monday, September 21st, 2009

A couple weekends ago Fiona, Brendan and I went camping with our friends Linda, Kurt, Caroline and Peter. Caroline was in Fiona’s class at preschool and now is a 1st grader at a neighboring elementary school. Her brother Peter is a couple years older.

We chose a park just a half hour south of home called Pohick Bay Regional Park. Pohick Bay is perfect for introducing kids to the basic idea of camping without really suffering any of the hardships of more rigorous, minimalist camping. Our sites were next to a playground, a couple hundred feet from restrooms/showers and just a bit farther from the camp store. A short drive or hike gets you to boat rentals, a water park, mini-golf, the 7-11. You get the idea, this definitely was not roughing it.

The sites were great, the kids could play with other kids on the playground and still be within sight of the adults. We made smores, hiked a little bit, went out in a canoe, saw interesting wildlife (esp. the Five-lined Skink), inspected weird mushrooms and got poison ivy. (Actually, I think I’m the only person of the group who got any.)

Photos are up at

Secret Elves

Monday, September 21st, 2009

Back when I was a young kid my family spent spring break down at my grandpa’s place in Port Charlotte, Florida. One morning we saw a rabbit in one of the neighbor’s yards and my parents told us it was the Easter Bunny. I don’t actually remember whether or not I bought into that claim at the time, but the memory has stuck with me. At some point I related this story to Fiona and apparently it left an impression. Recently she asked me if I had really seen the Easter Bunny when I was little. I replied that I definitely saw _a_ bunny, but I couldn’t be sure it was actually _the_ easter bunny.

Now I realize that she won’t always believe in such things, but I really expected to enjoy these holiday myths for a few more years with her. I’m not quite ready for my little girl to face such harsh truths just yet. Stalling in order to formulate my strategy I asked her who else would bring Easter baskets to kids.

Her reply: Secret Elves

Hmmm…. I wasn’t expecting that one, but this sounds like something I can run with.

Me: “Oh, I see. Hmmmm.. Why do you think that?”
Fiona: “I’ve seen their houses.”
Me: “Really?!”
Fiona: “Yes. Plus how would a bunny carry easter baskets? Bunnies don’t have hands.”
Me: “Well, that is a good point. Maybe he carries them in his mouth though.”

Fiona was unimpressed with the mouth basket transport hypothesis and decided that since daddy couldn’t provide a definitive answer regarding the true source of easter baskets that the secret elves must be the true providers of easter delights.

A few weeks after this initial exchange I asked Fiona where she had seen the secret elves’ houses. She replied that they live in trees. She had seen the little round doors to their homes in several trees. I’m going to be on the lookout from now on.