Trusty Party of Six

Scrapbooking Daily Adventures in Love and Life

Bear Goes To Preschool


My baby started preschool.  Can you believe it?

He had waited for this day for almost a year as he watched Katie-Hui get on the bus.  

But this day.  This was his special day. 

My bear cub climbed the steps without hesitation. 

And turned back for one quick picture with his bus driver.   

And being completely relaxed and comfortable with number four...I raced to the school parking lot and hid behind a bench with my camera.  This is sadly true, my friends.  I hid behind a bench in front of his school.  The plan was to not be seen but I think you can tell from the photo how well that worked out.  He hesitated for a second....with a confused look on his face.

Finally, he grabbed his sister's tiny hand before walking into the school.   The end.  

Are you kidding?  I may have showed up in his classroom.  It's a small privilege of working in the same building.  

He was doing great.  

And I knew that he was right where he needed to be.  

Surrounded by friends and an amazing teacher.  

Wild Safari Park and The Pig Calling Champion


At a charity auction a few months back, I won tickets to an animal safari park in Ohio.  We love a great adventure and took off early in the morning for the 4 hour drive.  Once arriving, we got the low-down from a park ranger and purchased 4 buckets of animal food before entering the gates. Children are allowed to be unbuckled as you are on a dirt path, barely creeping along, stopping to feed the animals along the way.   That sounded easy enough.  


Moments after entering the path, we were stopped by llamas.  Maybe alpacas? I can never remember the difference.  

The children thought is was hysterical as they fed them carrots from the window. 

They were friendly as we scratched their heads and told them just how handsome they were.  

After pulling away from the the llamas (maybe alpacas?) we headed into the next section of the park where we were to be greeted by deer.  But, a deer is not what greeted us.  From the middle of nowhere a buffalo charged our mini-van.  Dennis and the children were feeding other smaller creatures from the driver's side window and did not see this beast creep up on us.   

He got a glance just as it started to rock the passenger door.  That's when Daddy did it. CURSING. Dennis spit out a string of profanities as he fumbled with the electric windows.  Being a forward thinker, I threw all of the carrots outside of the passenger window hoping the buffalo would move away to eat. Instead, it attracted all of the other buffalo and they wanted more carrots.  They started rubbing their wet and snotty noses all along the windows of the van.  Three of our children were crying while Jack cheered, "This is so awesome!"  

Thank goodness the park ranger noticed our paralyzed mini-van and came to our rescue on a golf cart, of all things.  He simply beeped the horn and they scattered away.  Wow.  Wish we would have thought about that.  

After finishing the safari park, three cheers for zebras and giraffes, we decided we needed something a little more tame for the afternoon.  We found a seat in the grandstands and waited with baited breathe for THE PORKCHOP DOWNS.  

Who doesn't love a good pig race?  

The kids were totally into it!  

And listened carefully as the rules of the race were explained. 

Then something unbelievable happened.  Before the race, a special competition was to be held and they were looking for volunteers. Jack jumped at the chance and quickly ran to the microphone.  Realizing he didn't have permission, he looked back to ask if it was OK with us? Dennis and I applauded his bravery as he signed up for A PIG CALLING COMPETITION!   

Dennis asked me if Jack knew how to do a pig call and I simply shrugged my shoulders. I was a mouth-open, nervous wreck as my man, the youngest by far in the competition, walked to the microphone.  And with tiny fists clenched he yelled, SOOOOO-o-oeeyy!  The crowd went wild, confirming his spot in the final round.  Nola sat with a red face and said, "Mom, this is so embarrassing." 

Minutes later Jack took the stage once again in effort to earn the grand prize, the title of Pig Calling Champion and an ice cream cone. He was hands down the crowd favorite as he belted SOOOOO-o-oeeyy! from his 40lb frame.  Yes, my friends. My son won.  And, although he claims something was in his eye, I think Daddy may have teared up.  

Now, we couldn't let Ohio's newest pig calling champion have all the fun, so we treated everyone to ice cream.  

Not forgetting that we were with a celebrity.  

A VIP.  

We were on a high when it all came crashing down.  It boiled down to a camel ride. 

The big kids happily took off on a camel just as Katie and I were about to get on.  You see, she met the age requirement but was not tall enough...even for the baby saddle.  I tried to explain that she was over 2, she is actually 4, and could follow directions and sit up on her own. Please, she can scale our refrigerator and ride a bike.  I feel pretty confident that he thought I was lying and Kate did too. She was appalled and quickly said, "I not a baby. I from da China."  He wouldn't budge.

Dennis handled it so well as he swept her away for some one-on-one time with a bunny.  I, on the other hand, was broken hearted at the rejection.  My tiny warrior.  So brave. So small. So determined.  I'm going to make a camel ride happen.  Just wait and see.  

Football Kickoff


Are you ready for some football?

Dennis and I took Jack and Rosie to their first Colts game!  

We inherited a few "antique" jerseys and put them to use. 

Dennis and I have made an effort over the course of the last year to give the kids both individual and buddy experiences. It is healthy for their relationships and for ours.   

Just as kids do, they started fooling around.  Wet Willy anyone?

That bold move of Jack's (wet finger in his sister's ear) earned him the retaliation of a woman. 

Jack-Jack.  Take it from Mama.  If you are going to dish it out, make sure you can handle the repercussions. 

Once the game started, all silly business was put aside.  

Because we were ready to cheer.  

And our little buddy is the ultimate fan.  He cheered for whoever had the ball.  And for the cheerleaders.  Mascots. Blimp operator. And Beer Man. 

Nola was a little more selective in the cheering process. She had questions about scoring and rules.  

By the time the third quarter rolled around, we were well past bedtime.  

And my football fans were getting sleepy.  

It was time to pull out the big guns.  Cotton Candy!  

It bought us another 30 minutes before we called it a night!  

Special thanks to our "Big Kids" for being awesome dates!  You turkeys are the best!  

The Indiana State Fair: Motocross & Parkour


Here at the Trusty household we believe in a well rounded education for our children.  

That's how we ended up at a motocross event.  

Ok, that's not entirely true.  

The weather was beautiful and we didn't want to be stuck in the house.  

Dennis said, "Hey, Mama. Motocross is at the fair. Do you want to take the kids?"  

And I said, "Absolutely!"  

My brother Edward raced motocross for years and it gave me a chance to relive moments from our youth. You see, I would watch him practice for hours.  And, without our mother's knowledge, he would take me for hair raising rides.    

Kate loved it more than I expected.  

And Jack.  Well, I could see the wheels turning.  

Kate was all about the jumps.  

And Jack.  Well, he was all about the stunts.  

I immediately thought of Edward and the gray hairs he gave my parents over the years.  

I looked at Jack and wondered why in world I thought this was a good idea. 

And then I looked at Kate and thought, she was also enjoying it a little too much for my comfort.  

Rosie-Roo, too?   

Dear God, Please let my children have full and satisfying lives that do not involve motocross.  

And please, for the love of all that is holy, can you get Bear to stop eating lemons?  It's gross.    

Just as we were leaving the motocross pit, we ran into a Parkour demonstration.  

I asked Dennis if he knew what Parkour was and not to my surprise, he knew way too much for a computer science guy.  It was weirdly attractive.  

He explained that Parkour is basically a way of moving from point A to point B using only your body and obstacles to increase your efficacy.  It evolved from training techniques used by the French Special Forces.  Now it is a sport!    

The Trusty-Tots thought it was fabulous and watched the entire show.

And have been jumping off the couches ever since.  

The Indiana State Fair: A Family Tradition



We love them!

They are curious. 

And super friendly when you're holding a bag of carrots. 

This is the most requested State Fair experience each year. 

You heard me, folks. My children would choose goat feeding over ice cream any day of the week. 

And can you blame them?  That is a sugar face if I have ever seen one.  

Curly hair. 

Or with a beard. 

My children love goats.  

Well, maybe not all of my children.  

Some are just warming up to the experience.  

But I'm sure in time, little man will come around.  

And find the beauty in all of God's creations.