A Hitchhiker No More

Last weekend, we packed the family and my ready-for-a-road-trip suitcase into our trusty Highlander for an exciting and sweaty hiking adventure at Perrot State Park. We like to conquer Brady’s Bluff annually-ish to pay tribute to the treasured spot where Dad proposed to Mom. To celebrate, we arrived at the highest point and said cheers by clinking our homemade peanut butter and jelly crustless sandwiches before enjoying the rest of our fancy lunch of goldfish crackers, veggie straws, and fruit snacks.

And since, for the first time ever, I hiked the trail with my own two legs (instead of hitchhiking – no offense, Genesee) and didn’t whine one bit despite the steep climb and the humid 91-degree weather, the parents took us to Winona to commemorate and cool down with a fun run through the public splash pad and a refreshing dive into a bowl of cotton candy ice cream at the Acoustic Cafe.

Indeed, eating is the best thing about hiking.

Easy Money

Wanna know how to make a quick $5?

Step 1: Have your mom cover her eyes.

Step 2: Sit bravely on your dad’s lap (at the dinner table) while he extracts your wiggly tooth.

Step 3: Check in on mom to make sure she’s okay.

Step 4: Prepare for bed by brushing your teeth in record time since you now have two fewer teeth to clean.

Step 5: Put saved tooth under your pillow and keep hope alive in anticipation of a Tooth Fairy visit.

Step 6: Wake up at 3:00 a.m. to go potties and then reach under the pillow to see if the Tooth Fairy held up her end of the bargain.

Step 7: Become $5 richer.

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Step 8: Brainstorm ideas for wiggling your remaining teeth into a profit so that you can purchase a new Nintendo Switch game.

Fireworks + Yogi Bear + Family & Friends

= The best 4th of Julystone celebration EVER, thanks to Grandma & Grandpa Goodenough, my Nicolai cousins, the Martinez family, and my partner-in-crime Colin!

Genesee and I truly had the time of our lives, sharing a snuggly blanket in the truck camper tent bed, eating all of Grandma’s made-with-love-and-chocolate baked goods, swimming until our fingers got wrinkly, fishing for the big keeper, paddle-boating around a frog-inhabited pond, miniature golfing our hearts out, and relaxing by the snap-crackle-and-pop of the evening campfires.

I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story, but let’s just say I suffered from Jellystone withdrawals upon arriving home and so I may or may not have convinced my parents to spend one more night in the camper… as it sat under the stars with a peaceful, remote, middle-of-nowhere view out the east-facing window, and an intimate angle of our garage from the west window.

 

La Crosse County Dairy Breakfast 2019

On days like these, I pity the lactose intolerant.

So, to display my sympathy, I woke up before 6:00 a.m. to allow myself the indulgence of all things dairy, fresh from the farm, with no wait time and no bloating, cramps, or diarrhea to show for it.

And to demonstrate an attitude of gratitude for a well-organized Dairy Breakfast, I released a balloon into the air, I got a tattoo of a Holstein, I helped Genesee mount every available tractor, I slid down the inflatable slide, and loved on all of the furry friends.

The Dairy Breakfasts of June Dairy Days never disappoint.

We’ll be back next year; Genesee will bring more teeth and I’ll bring a bigger stomach!

Farewell, Daycare!

June 6, 2019, marked my last day of 4-K preschool at Children’s Treehouse.

I’m gonna miss that place and all that came with it: the lovely teachers, the fun field trips, the artsy craftsies, and the silly shenanigans with my school bud besties. But, this wasn’t just a one-sided relationship; I think that place is gonna miss me too.

In fact, Mr. Andrew’s parting words prove that “everyone benefit[ed] from [my] compassion and kind heart.” And Ms. Lisa affirmed that I was a “super friend” and “so very smart.” Most importantly, Ms. Mel claimed that she “LOVED getting to know [me]” because I am “something special.”

Furthermore, if those classroom walls could talk, they’d probably disclose secrets of how I’m a budding genius, an upstanding human being, and the best hope for our future. And, if the carpets could talk, they would likely tell you about all of the moments I sobbed, and puked, and sometimes wore my muddy outside shoes inside.

Hopefully, nobody cares about the stories that carpets hold.

Still, even with the meltdown dropoffs and projectile green beans, the highs completely outweighed the lows. Thank you, Children’s Treehouse, from the bottom of my big heart! I’m taking with me all of the beautiful memories and leaving only invisible footprints that spell: “Jaeger was here.”

 

– J. Goodenough; Signed out.

Tooth Loss

There are many risk factors for tooth loss…. Gum disease, smoking, and apparently, turkey & cheese sandwiches. This is based on a scientific study that was conducted at school yesterday when I lost my first tooth at the lunch table! It’s been wiggly for a couple of weeks now, but after biting into my freshly-prepared turkey & cheese sandwich, my tooth was just hanging on by a thread! That’s when Miss Chrissy located the closest dental instrument (sometimes referred to as a “napkin”) and successfully completed the extraction for an impromptu show-and-tell with my classmates. I was ready, I was brave, and just when you thought I couldn’t get any cuter, I was suddenly gap-toothed.