May 31, 2011 § Leave a comment
Here’s the thing about having an almost 2-year old. You make a lot of memories. I don’t mean that in the sentimental way that it sounds. More like, out of necessity you have to do a lot of stuff. Even including those (glorious) moments of “self-directed play,” each single day with a toddler tends to create a memory laundry list. So, this Memorial weekend recap is going to just be a laundry list of fond memories from our weekend at the cabin.
- Watching the storm come in over the lake while (finally) working on our Christmas puzzle.
- Eating oatmeal with fresh berries and nuts and yogurt and brown sugar.
- Hearing Hiram holler through the screen porch, “Mama! Boat! Please!” and realizing he was asking for another ride in our canoe, Loonacy.
- Paddling Loonacy as hard as I could and hearing Hiram’s sweet little voice, “Faster! Faster!”
- Being the one to comfort Hike when he realized what “faster” could actually mean on a speedboat like Breezer.
- Soaking up the (hot!) sun on Breezer with Brad during nap time.
- Watching Hiram play in the sand.
- Playing “fetch” with Hiram who was pretending to be a dog.
- Waking up at 4 in the morning to the sound of rain on our cabin’s tin roof and realizing I had time to fall back asleep.
- “Skipping” (a.k.a. galloping) down the gravel road on a walk with Hike and Giki.
- Watching my husband and my son wrestle until they both had soggy heads—despite their short hair.
- Watching my dad and my son “roar” at each other like lions.
- Seeing Lady Slippers.
Here are a few photos from the weekend too
May 27, 2011 § 1 Comment
As promised, here are the pictures from our ultrasound. e-Lou was bouncing around like a pinball and punching everything in sight. Cutie pie? Oh yeah.
The first one is taken from the top of the head and if you know what you’re looking for, you can see e-Lou in punching action. The others are profiles, which is how we know this one is adorable.
May 26, 2011 § 5 Comments
There’s a baby in my belly! There’s a baby in my belly! There’s a baby in my belly! (and a heartbeat too!)
After waiting and waiting and waiting for our 9-week appointment (and corresponding check for a heartbeat) it’s finally time to introduce you our sweet baby e-Lou (short for elusive). True to form, e-Lou gave us 5 little beat-beat-beat-beat-beats– enough to set my mind at ease but nothing, nothing more.
Key word = enough. It takes a beating heart to beat 5 times. And that’s enough to make me feel happy (and not terrified) about not feeling that sick or tired so far.
(P.S. Happy, but still too scared to tell everyone– I’ve been sitting on this post since last Friday which means I’m actually 10 weeks today. We had an ultrasound this afternoon, which was the nudge I needed, and I’m ready to post pics soon too!)
May 25, 2011 § 2 Comments
I agree. This activity is within the scope of things a mother should probably discourage. But you have to admit it’s a little entertaining.
May 24, 2011 § 1 Comment
– (noun) an orange ball which is dribbled, passed and shot towards a basket in the game of the same name. Word used to recruit mom or dad to set up the wicker basket on top of the table and cheer while Hiram throws his ball in that direction. I want to play biskaba.
– (noun) a two or three-wheeled vehicle which is propelled manually by peddling. Word used to announce a desire for a ride and/or a sighting. Here comes a biskaba!
It makes more sense than it should, considering these are two of Hiram’s favorite things.
May 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
I found this book on clearance at a closing Border’s Store and since I’d heard of it before, I picked it up. The back was covered with endorsements from reputable sources.
“Engaging, funny and down to Earth,” said Entertainment Weekly.
“A delightful guide to achieving gardening bliss,” promised the Minneapolis Star Tribune.
Since I was in one of those book-buying moods, I bought it for when I needed something light-hearted and easy. As one of the most bumbling gardeners I know, here was a book I could relate to, I thought. I could read the words of a fellow bumbler and laugh because, most likely, this gardener was worse than me. Hahaha. You know?
Light hearted? Sort of.
Laughing all the way? Depends what you mean.
Down to earth? Not a chance.
I’m still too overwhelmed to explain the issues William Alexander outlined in his book, but humor me while I try to get my point across. Here are a few of the snafus which contributed ultimately to his tomatoes costing $64 each.
- His cost of seeds (1 season): $120
- My cost of seeds (1 season): $20
- His purchase of an electric fence, plus required supplies (allocated over the life of the system and averaged for 1 season): $320
- My new “pest control” fence (made by Brad, thanks darlin’) $10
- His Mulch: $150
- My mulch: $64
I guess my point is, this guy is no small potatoes gardener. And he is also fussy and picky. As I was reading along, I was either thinking, “Yer fault. Yer fault. Yer choice to install that ridiculous fence.” Or I was thinking, “This guy has a peach orchard too!?” Never once did I think, “Oh man, I hear ya! I always forget to water my tomatoes…Sun dried on the vine? That’s a good one!…Too funny man!”
I mean. Not that I ever forget to water my tomatoes. Seriously!
May 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
One of my last attempts at keeping something decorative (a.k.a. non-kid-proofed) at our house is a pretty little rain chain in the back yard. To keep it from splashing dirt onto the garage, I added a cute pile of pebbles underneath.
Alas, this set-up is too much for Hiram to resist. Even though he knows he’s not supposed to, he likes to stack the pebbles up inside each cup and doesn’t stop until all within reach are filled to the brim.