16 April 2014

act your age

Hold them up, and hold them still!
But hold them high so I can see them all!
Sometimes I give him waaaay too many instructions at once,
but that's only because he acts like he knows what I'm talking about most of the time.

Go get dressed, clean up your room, bring me Norah's hat and eat your lunch.
Put your trucks in the truck bin and your trains in the train bin so we can sweep and mop but first I have to put Norah to sleep so start without me.

And then I remember that he's three. 
And this is his view from inside the stroller on a v. v. windy day.


14 April 2014

there are apparently crosswalks in other towns, and cat statues in parks

Just for the afternoon of a perfect-weather day,
we basked in the sun in a neighborhood where friends live
(not to mention gigantic brass felines who are ostensibly commemorative of a dairy).
Of course, we don't have a suitable picture of the friends. When you're with friends you sometimes forget you live in the instagram era and just sit. But then when the friends leave your side for just a minute, you porch sit and you remember to get a photo taken of your boy too big for your lap, crushing a plastic cup.
Squishy sleepy babies love the Cramers' neighborhood.
Dads love their leather swivel recliner chairs. 
(Bitty, tell me where we can buy one.)

11 April 2014

so this is fun

And who ever heard of putting away all the groceries and picnic stuff before snapping a photo to share with the world?

07 April 2014

hiking

Last October conference Saturday Nate and I started an awesome tradition of hiking between sessions. During conference last weekend the grandparents took Calvin for a drive so we "hiked" for about an hour in the rain. I made Nate document me pushing the stroller because this is what I do for a living and I have little photographic proof. (Had little proof, past tense, because see:)


Better yet, on Sunday Calvin took us for a HIKE around the creek at the Petersons' house. He showed us where the deer "rest" and where they cross the creek and suggested that they always walk through the brambliest twiggiest areas instead going around them. I'm not convinced on that account, but I did get on my hands and knees to follow him anyway because he is awesome. He also climbed a tree.

03 April 2014

mommy wow


Calvin was afraid to go down hills for about 23 hours after he got his new bike.
I thought it was cute.
It didn't last.

01 April 2014

sing for his supper

Calvin: Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have a sandwich?
Me: No.
Calvin: Mom, I'm hungry. Why can't I?
Me: Because if I put Norah down she'll cry.
Me: (implied) And I'm about a half inch from insane so I really can't have the crying soundtrack on right now.
Calvin: Well, can I hold Norah? We will sit on my bed and you can get me a sandwich.
Me: Really? Ok. Peanut butter and jelly? 
Calvin (yelling, holding the baby): Cut into three pieces!

Because otherwise: 
video


31 March 2014

it is rude that we must start a week after a night like that

I went to bed early last night, forfeiting my option for a Sunday night viewing of a 20-year-old Murder She Wrote episode, in hopes that the extra hour would make up for the 2 or 3 times Norah would wake me up before morning. Somehow she must have sensed this and thought it was a terrible idea, because it didn't work out that way. Stop meddling in my sleeping plans, pretty baby!

However, as I was drifting off one of the times, I thought of a great blog post that I was excited about.

"Three things I do:

1. Send mail.
2. Use "one" as a pronoun meaning a person generally. Except one can't really put this idea into action without sounding pretentious. However, when one considers it, it is really a fitting usage and actually more logical than the commonly used "you."
3. 
"

And the point of it is even fuzzier. What was I going to write about?

Next up on the agenda:
I hate having a passcode on my phone, but after deleting about 120 photos like these, it's on again.



Next:
I've been reading a book of letters between sisters. Most of them are pretty boring or even sometimes a little petty (think of the stuff you tell only your sister or mom or bff) but endlessly captivating. (Except by the stuff YOU tell I don't mean YOU or really even ONE, because the odds that one's family has nazis, commies, duchesses, famous writers and soldiers are pretty slim.), If there were no photos in the book, I wouldn't like it much though. 

Next: 
I've made this lemon cake twice in the last 20 days. We had it for breakfast today.

End.

25 March 2014

i blogged last week but deleted it, luckily catherine saw it first / nate may wish i deleted this one

This picture makes me laugh, because I was really just trying to document the ancient water heater that finally broke.
My dad doesn't believe that it could be original to the 1941 house, but this ad proves otherwise. The plumber who installed the new one was like, "I sure wish I could tell you the new one is going to last as long as the old one."
I hope they put it in a museum.

We also installed and painted a new kitchen floor this week (which still needs to be sealed) and have air conditioning installation scheduled. Go us. 

18 March 2014

going there and coming home

We went to the North Country
Where the trees grow at an angle in deference to the wailing March wind
And kites take no effort
And sister's headstone is in Dubois
It is graying slightly because of the weather but at least it doesn't bend like the trees
Then back to grandma's house
Then back to our little one where we rip up carpet willy nilly
And there will soon be no turquoise left!
And then it's just a regular Tuesday like nothing even happened.

14 March 2014

list

Bring in garbage cans
Wash dishes, wipe counters, sweep, mop, vacuum
Fold & put away laundry
Drink apple cider vinegar
Pack for Idaho
Load up car
Finish indexing that one I started on Wednesday
Make trail mix (pour a bag of chocolate chips and some peanuts into a container)
Finish Tommy & Tuppence (Partners in Crime), look up some of their allusions
Get a new book @ library
Buy eggs (or chickens??)
Get Calvin a bike (16 inch with training wheels, red)
Make dinner Get dinner on the way out of town


12 March 2014

i've heard there was a secret chord

Once I became a mother, a previously dormant tear valve in my face was awakened: one with no manual shut off. One of the most common triggers of it is sappy music. We all know there are sappy lyrics, but I've come to believe there are also sappy notes. When they are put together, they cause an automatic salt-watery reaction in those thusly inclined. Something like a minor fall, a major lift or somesuch combination. Ask a musician, they will tell you.

And if you want more bad news (who doesn't?), an anti-inversion campaign has confirmed my suspicions that burning wood is a way bad idea for our valley home. Isn't that a bummer.

11 March 2014

a thing i learned from the internet and verified by calling my dad

I was just checking out my family tree the other day, thinking I knew everything already, and I discovered that my Grandma Stricklan had some half-siblings I didn't know about. Her mom died when she was little, which I knew, and she was mostly raised by her grandmother, but I didn't know her father remarried and had more kids. Well, he did, and they lived in California.

(The picture is Alfred H Hanson, her grandfather, sitting in a fancy elaborate chair by a leaded glass window.)

05 March 2014

two ago

Two months ago:
Two days ago:
Observations
1. I obviously let him dress himself
2. He has grown 2 inches since November, when he got those fluffy red pants (thanks grandma) and I won't be sorry at all to retire them (sorry grandma)
3. His hair grows so fast
4. He won't wear his raccoon pjs or his bear/moose pjs because the critters "look angry." Thomas is smiling, so he's ok, and the buffalo is ok because he's a silhouette: no face.

04 March 2014

i forgot what i was going to say



I uploaded these three photos last night, but didn't write a word about it.

I am reading Joan Didion's Blue Nights, and I remembered that Didion reminds me of The Bell Jar. I am pretty sure Sylvia Plath would have been Joan Didion if she had lived to be 80. Well. Maybe just the opposite. Joan Didion in her 20s was the girl in The Bell Jar, only she is living to to be (over) 80. Well. They have the same somber vibe anyway. I have had to Google stephanotis, Vikane and Brentwood Park, all by page 8.

On that cheery note, 
my beautiful family had a lovely picnic last Friday at Green Canyon.*

*Will I remember that when we say "Green Canyon" we are actually referring to the King Nature Park just below Green Canyon?

02 March 2014

when calvin has a knee-bend

We have transferred all of Calvin's footie pajamas to a bin in the coal room. Not only has it been abnormally warm (just what I asked for, thanks) so that sleeping in fleece from top to bottom is unnecessary, but more importantly they give him a "knee-bend." 

From what I gather, a knee-bend is the vilest of nighttime discomforts chiefly inflicted by footie jammas. 

When Calvin is very sincere about something, regular English is rarely accurate enough to convey his message. His own words are then used instead.
 Sometimes his meaning isn't understood without a demonstration.
 But in the end he usually gets his point across.