Friday, June 20, 2008
Unfortunately the only times I have to blog are when the kids are asleep. Which means that generally I am exhausted, tired and often feeling cranky about how difficult the kids were being the last hour before bed. Its hard to capture a joyous afternoon in just the right way when you sit down to write about it in that sort of mood.
Annika at the park
She loves watching the spraying water and crawls just close enough to not get sprinkled. She spent at least 15 minutes yesterday just staring at the kids and the water, occaisionally looking back to smile at me. It was adorable.
Then it was off to the slides. She loves sliding and prefers to crawl down them head first. At this one park, she gets to the top of the stairs, stops, looks at me and then suddenly takes off for the slide because she knows that I am going to grab her. It is so funny, she really wants to go down head first all by herself. So I grab a foot and lower her down. She's done a few face plants at the bottom, but that hasn't discouraged her. At Fairhaven & Cornwall park, she goes straight for the huge spiral slides, none of those short wimpy ones for her and so Mommy spends the entire time going down slides with her.
Saben at the park
Saben loves playing with older boys. The more rambunctous the better. Yesterday he saw two 4 year old boys running around the playground with swords and he just joined in chasing them. They pretty much ignored him at first, but eventually they stopped & Saben tried to get them to share their swords. Lucky for me, they refused. He chased them a really long time, laughing, squealing & giggling the whole time till they ended up at a water fountain. At first I thought they were just splashing eachother, but suddenly a different older boy spit water right in Saben's face. He thought it was hilarious so we had to have a little talk about spitting. The boys mom felt really bad.
Lately he has really been into aggressive style games. He does it in fun, but he loves pushing & throwing things at kids. Unfortunately they often aren't ready for it and they don't find it so fun. Especially the girls. Especially when its woodchips being thrown in someone's (simon's) face. We're working on learning appropriate behavior.
Saben suprised me yesterday playing soccer with this older girl. She would boot it as hard as she could and he'd run after it and then kick it back to her. It always took 5-6 kicks to return it, but he always kicked it right to her. Her dad told me saben looked like a natural and he was impressed someone so young was kicking so well. Must be all the lessons his cousin Lara gave him a few weeks ago...
Also yesterday, Saben decided he wanted to put on his swim trunks and pulled his pants & underwear down right next to the playground. He pretty much stripped down before walking over to where I had his swimsuit. He ran through the water a couple times, just barely getting wet and decided he'd had enough. He prefers to dodge the water rather than run through it. Once again, he just pulls down his swim trunks before I have a chance to help him. THEN, he decides to pee in the grass, right there by our towel. Ugh. I was so embarassed, although I doubt anyone was really watching us that close.
Situps: 26 in a minute on our first day
36 in a minute on our final test
Pushups: (on my knees)
19 first day
50 final test
Running one Mile
10:36 on first day
8:34 final test
Woo hoo! I could not believe I took 2 full minutes off my mile time, I was quite pleased by that. And the pushups of course too. I am looking forward to not getting up at 6am for at least a few mornings.... But really I need to keep doing it & stay in shape. sigh.
I am also looking for a soccer team, because that is definitely my favorite way to stay in shape. I can't decide between co-ed or over 30 womens. I don't think I have played a team sport with all women since I was in 5th grade. It sort of freaks me out. I think I like co-ed because I don't care if a guy is better/faster than me. Playing with just women might make me more...aggressive? Angrier when I get beat? I have no idea.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Location: 1200 BLK DUPONT ST
Offense: SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCE
Case #: 08B20746
"Reporting party advised of dead calves in the back of a trailer at the above address. (C1) was contacted and advised that the calves are for his Lions and Tigers that he has at home. He has contracted with dairy farmers to supply stillborn calves for that purpose. I confirmed this information with Wildlife Officer, and he has obtained the proper permits needed. "
Ok, so if that's not funny enough, please understand that this location is in a residential neighborhood. Its like someone keeping tigers and lions in Ballard, or Fremont.
But the real kicker is that I was talking (if by talking you mean leaving crazy phone messages to alert her to the LIONS AND TIGERS in her neighborhood) to Kelley about it and she remebers this guy because apparently he walks around the neighborhood dressed normal except.....are you ready for this?
He wears a pretend TIGER TAIL hanging from his bum.
Of course I can't just pretend it isn't there, so I kind of shrug and am like, great - so cool that my son has pee on the floor when someone comes over. I clean it while he does his measuring.
I spend some time chatting with the guy about what we want in our bathroom. He leaves and 30 minutes later as I'm sitting at the table I notice something um...crusty on my cheek. Annika has had an extremely snotty nose all week and sure enough, there are dried up boogers on my face from where she "slimed" me earlier in the morning.
sweet. I am sure we made a stellar impression. The kind of impression that leads young guys to think "I'm not so sure I want kids afterall".
Did I mention that these days our only toilet is in the basement, in a bathroom with no walls, that is filled with guys working on it? So every time I need to use the lavatory, I have to inform 1-3 guys of this fact & clear them all out. And hope that when I go down there none of them have picked that moment to take their own turn in the facilities, which uncannily has already almost happened a couple times. (I heard flushing right as I headed down the stairs, stopped & ran the other direction)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
As much as I love the hot tub, I sometimes wish it wasn't such a huge obtuse hulk of a thing. oh well. Now I know what you are thinking:
"How did that barren wasteland become such an oasis (crazy wild overgrown jungle) in just one and a half years?"
1) Lots of composted steer manure & garden soil that I used to make raised berms instead of sticking the plants in our cold mucky clayey soil.
2) Lots and lots of plants. Way to many plants. A serious plant addiction. As in, I'll wear 5 year old jeans if it means I can buy new plants instead.
Because who could say no to any of these beauties?
Cornus Kousa (chinese dogwood)
Foxglove from seeds gathered in our seattle garden. I love this creamy yellow one the best.
Iris chrysographes, a blue flower I forget, gold cone juniper in the background
Some sort of cistus. Sorry, too lazy to go find the plant tags. I love the delicate wrinkly petals.
My goal in the backyard garden was to have something smelling wonderful for most of the year. I will try to squeeze in almost anything that is reported to have yummy smelling flowers. My other love is big plants. Ones with huge leaves, tall flowers and gigantic proportions. But, it has to die to the ground and grow that big all in one season. Example below:
How on earth did I fit that into my tiny garden? Don't ask. It is smothering about 5 plants nearby and I really need to remove it. That's the story of my garden....things getting squished together. But I love how they spill over onto eachother. I like seeing flowers from my cistus hovering in a euphorbia mellifera.
The last part of our garden tour is the south facing side of our house where I grow all my food. I love growing food & wish I had at least an acre to do it in. But in a few hundred square feet on the side here I have: Blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, rhubarb, artichokes, a fig tree, currants and a hop vine. In the raised beds I grow LOTS of garlic, mostly exotic hardneck varieties. Plus tomatoes, basil, snap peas, kale, potatoes, carrots, fennel, onions, lettuce, zuchinni, etc.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
With Saben, my parenting philosophy was that if I let him gently hurt himself trying something dangerous, then he would learn & know better next time. For instance, carefully allowing him to smash his fingers in the drawer so that he realized how it happened. This does not seem to be working nearly as well with Annika. She has smashed her fingers countless times & does it over & over. And she tries to climb barnacle encrusted rocks barefoot. (see above)
I kept thinking "oh, it will hurt and she'll stop". But she didn't. She even cut her little toe, but was so darn determined to get up on the rock that I finally let her do it. (I pulled her down several times and didn't notice her cut toe till much later. But you can see it in the photo. whoops.)
"I'm ready for the soccer game mom"
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Second of all, I started Annika on one bottle of formula a day to get her weaned shortly after her first birthday so that we can take our trip. I know I would never have considered it with Saben because I was completely in love with nursing. BUT wow. It is sooooooooooooooo nice. So convenient. It just makes everything so much more flexible to be able to offer her a bottle once a day instead of stopping to nurse.
No matter how dedicated you are to nursing, I would highly recommend considering it. I am not sure if there are any drawbacks I am unaware of, but it hasn't impacted our nursing at all so far, other than one less feeding a day. (its been 3 or 4 weeks I think) I am in love with it, but definitely still feeling sadness at weaning her so soon this time.
Monday, June 02, 2008
"These are the jaws of life we use to cut open a car if you are in an accident and get trapped inside."
"This is what the fireman looks like in all his fire gear. So if there's a fire in your house and you are scared and hiding under the bed and you see him looking like this, don't be afraid. Don't run away from him, you need to go to him because he is there to help you."
Visions of my child in these situations dancing through my head...what fun.