The Cardboard Architect

My name is Mead and I'm a cardboard architect. I build houses out of cardboard, that have furnishings, more than 1 level stairs, and ladders. The houses that I make are very elaborate because I have all the things that a normal person would want.

Writers Workshop

Today we started out by cleaning and writing. The cleaning is important since I found many art pads and notebooks. So before long the kids are writing and drawing. Mead wanted to write a picture story and we will be publishing it if she decides to do so.

Thanksgiving Day

Dark so early. Now that Daylight Savings has passed it seems very late at 8:29 since it has been dark for hours. Thanksgiving is so fun as far as family, food, and drinks. Mead and I are currently hiding out in the back room at the cabin, and she is making a voice recording on my iPhone and I am typing this. I have spent hours deliberating on which blog platform to use which will suit our needs best, since I would like to be posting more, and archiving more of our life together as a family. So much time passes and I do nothing in the way of writing, video, or pictures. It would be great to do more, and I realized this as I was just reading old posts.

iPhone test

Just wanted to see if I could do it from my phone. Here is Mead and Isaac trying to build a marble rollercoaster.


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Writing A Story

Happy Thanksgiving.

Not very mobile today, back is out, but trying to be creative, I am following up on an idea. Mead is an artist and storyteller so I thought that it might be fun to combine the two and make a cool book. She is drawing the pictures and I am supposed to write the words and we will just see what happens.

So we have a giant archive of videos and it is very labor intensive to produce them so I'm also experimenting a bit with digital storytelling so if we get anything I will post it up here.

A Cool Summer Picture From the Past!

Try to guess where this was taken!

Daddy and Isaac Day in Petoskey

Today we ventured out of the cabin in search of a day out and a few possible gifts. We departed shortly before noon; the sun was shining off the snow. Roads were clear and empty and we cruised into Indian River and noticed the car began to stall. Instantly I knew what to do. I pulled off at a roadside fruit stand, currently out of season. I popped the hood, and noticed a loose plug wire. I fidgeted and commented about it, quite negatively, but then rigged it up and we were back on the road again.

Soon we were rolling into Petoskey. I couldn’t find an auto parts store to save my life, and Kmart (yes there are still a few left!) had every type of auto part except sparks and plugs. Typical Sunday, anything having to do with cars is closed. Great changing station in the bathroom!

Soon we pulled into downtown. It was desolate compared to a summer Sunday, which was nice. The warm weather offerered no wind, snow, or ice. We popped into a few shops; I was looking for something for Karrie since telling her that I would bring her something home. We found nothing so we popped into the Roast and Toast which is a cool and funky coffee shop that also serves great sandwiches. Isaac was geeked, and I got him some soup and a vanilla steamer. He loved it, but soon was only interested in the toothpicks in my veggie sandwich. I was tempted to have a nice big Italian, but my heath has been marginal so I pushed toward the healthier option. Isaac, in the meantime, was waving and making friends with everyone from little girls to big ones.

Leaving there, we popped into a few more shops, notably a bookstore where I bought them an all ages card game. This later turned out to be a real show stopper. At the time, Isaac was also more interested in the Choo-Choo trains at Grandpa Shorters, and he was being so good in the store that I should probably take him back soon to get one.

We headed onward down the sidewalk, with him cruising along next to me. We had lots of fun, every place had great people, there was a local artists market where I think Karrie could sell some of her photos, and a consignment shop where they had a small play area that was just in time, if you know what I mean.

We had a nice time out, and it was an extremely notable day since I usually have both kids out, and it was also great since it reminded me of the early days before Isaac, where I would typically take Mead out and go just about anywhere.