Monday, April 20, 2009
Doctor, Doctor - Give Me The News
23 pounds, 4 ounces.
32 inches.
95% head size.
65% weight.
Height? Oh, funny you should ask. "Just a little off the chart," said Dr. W.
Just a little.
32 inches.
95% head size.
65% weight.
Height? Oh, funny you should ask. "Just a little off the chart," said Dr. W.
Just a little.
Beautiful Sunny Day
Not today, of course. Today is crap. But Saturday I took some photos of the most recent additions (or appearances) in the garden.
One of the "free" lilies sent with my Stark Bros trees:
It's actually much farther along, now, because of two days of rain. Also, my new curly-leafed parsley:
I don't know why I seem to be the only person who considers curly parsley to be something other than a garnish. It's really tasty, yet one sees flat parsley everywhere. Pssht.
Lastly, the little lime tree. Not only is it in bloom on a hitherto unprecedented scale, it's already setting fruit. When it started to bloom I began my dance of "out" and then "Oh no! Low temps! Back inside!" It may seem pointless, but one reason to do it is that the tree was outside long enough to have a nice date with a bee/wasp/butterfly and get it's pistils and stamens in a tangle.
Hence: fruit! I can hardly wait for late summer and fall to pick super-strong limes for our Coronas.
One of the "free" lilies sent with my Stark Bros trees:
It's actually much farther along, now, because of two days of rain. Also, my new curly-leafed parsley:
I don't know why I seem to be the only person who considers curly parsley to be something other than a garnish. It's really tasty, yet one sees flat parsley everywhere. Pssht.
Lastly, the little lime tree. Not only is it in bloom on a hitherto unprecedented scale, it's already setting fruit. When it started to bloom I began my dance of "out" and then "Oh no! Low temps! Back inside!" It may seem pointless, but one reason to do it is that the tree was outside long enough to have a nice date with a bee/wasp/butterfly and get it's pistils and stamens in a tangle.Hence: fruit! I can hardly wait for late summer and fall to pick super-strong limes for our Coronas.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Birthday Freakout, Part 3: The Park
Iain's first visit to our local children's park was a resounding success. He's not always thrilled with new things - especially if they involve a lot of movement and touching. Sometimes (as in restaurants) he likes it. Other times (if there is a loud noise, for example, that sounds anything like the vacuum) he doesn't like it.
But the park, on a beautiful day and full of other kids, was a hit. Iain got to bounce on the modern version of a teeter-totter (now with Extra Spring Action and 100% less head-whacking dangerousness) with his future mother-in-law:
And to ride on the baby swings (there are other swings for bigger kids):
What's he looking at? Dad and Callie's Dad over at the edge of the park with the dogs. They attracted more attention with those dogs - at various points there were 5 or 6 kids, plus mommies and daddies and even granddaddies all coming over for a chance to pet Bobo and Juno.
Here you see Iain taking a break with The Dad, but that blue thing behind Professor Callie's-Dad is a kid who couldn't get enough of the dogs.
Iain really liked the swing. So much so that he needed two periods of Serious Swinging:
And, last but not least, here's Iain's beloved, looking ravishing as always:
But the park, on a beautiful day and full of other kids, was a hit. Iain got to bounce on the modern version of a teeter-totter (now with Extra Spring Action and 100% less head-whacking dangerousness) with his future mother-in-law:
And to ride on the baby swings (there are other swings for bigger kids):
What's he looking at? Dad and Callie's Dad over at the edge of the park with the dogs. They attracted more attention with those dogs - at various points there were 5 or 6 kids, plus mommies and daddies and even granddaddies all coming over for a chance to pet Bobo and Juno.Here you see Iain taking a break with The Dad, but that blue thing behind Professor Callie's-Dad is a kid who couldn't get enough of the dogs.
Iain really liked the swing. So much so that he needed two periods of Serious Swinging:
And, last but not least, here's Iain's beloved, looking ravishing as always:
Farmer's Market, Week 2
Click on the above for tags explaining what each herb is. As you can see, this week was prime time for buying little plants for my garden.
Poor Iain did not enjoy the market today. Perhaps it was the pouring rain. Or the cooler temperatures. Probably it was the pouring rain. I think that was it. But we soldiered on.
We grabbed the herbs plus a tray of salad greens, plus a dozen eggs, and ran home (by way of the Good Foods Market, where I bought Iain some Laughing Cow cheese as a treat).
Birthday Freakout, Part 2: Balloons
We're not that interested in holidays. In fact, we've been known to be downright anti-social at holiday time.
For instance, we used to drive 6 hours to Mammoth Mountain, CA, to hike and watch the fire for Thanksgiving. Getting that far away ensured that Charles's office could not call him. It also made for an enforced break, since we traveled to Mammoth in the last couple of years before ubiquitous cell phones and internet services. So once there, we were Out Of Touch. Some years, it was the only 4 days off Charles got in a row - at all.
Likewise, we don't do Christmas trees, or blinking lights, or any of the festive stuff that many people enjoy at holidays. On our birthdays, we usually have something special - like a steak, or a bowl of ice cream. At home. NO singing, please.
But for Iain, we wanted to step outside that tradition a little bit. So we bought some balloons. And then Charles decided it would be fun for Iain if they floated, so he went out a got a little helium tank (a party pack that came with...more balloons! and also stickers to give the balloons faces).
The result was very satisfying:
Iain wasn't actually that thrilled with the balloons, though, because Boris stepped on the first one (no helium), causing Mommy to flip out when it popped right behind her while she was holding a knife in the kitchen. After that, Iain was wary.
But, as usual, Callie showed him the way:
She loved the balloons.
Loved. Them. But with the helium, they kept wanting to float up to the top of our (very high) ceiling. So MacGyver Dad came to the rescue, using his trusty climbing gear.
Yup - a couple of carabiners (in festive colors!) will solve any problems. Also, note Callie's adorable grosgrain ribbon belt. That girl is just too much.
After everything was over (don't worry, many more photos coming), Charles commented, "I didn't realize how much craziness the balloons would add." So true. I think parties are a slippery slope. You start adding a balloon here and there, and before you know it you're setting the Thanksgiving table for 25 and wondering if you've got enough gravy.
For instance, we used to drive 6 hours to Mammoth Mountain, CA, to hike and watch the fire for Thanksgiving. Getting that far away ensured that Charles's office could not call him. It also made for an enforced break, since we traveled to Mammoth in the last couple of years before ubiquitous cell phones and internet services. So once there, we were Out Of Touch. Some years, it was the only 4 days off Charles got in a row - at all.
Likewise, we don't do Christmas trees, or blinking lights, or any of the festive stuff that many people enjoy at holidays. On our birthdays, we usually have something special - like a steak, or a bowl of ice cream. At home. NO singing, please.
But for Iain, we wanted to step outside that tradition a little bit. So we bought some balloons. And then Charles decided it would be fun for Iain if they floated, so he went out a got a little helium tank (a party pack that came with...more balloons! and also stickers to give the balloons faces).
The result was very satisfying:
Iain wasn't actually that thrilled with the balloons, though, because Boris stepped on the first one (no helium), causing Mommy to flip out when it popped right behind her while she was holding a knife in the kitchen. After that, Iain was wary.But, as usual, Callie showed him the way:
[Note Boris watching forelornly from the sunroom.]
She loved the balloons.
Loved. Them. But with the helium, they kept wanting to float up to the top of our (very high) ceiling. So MacGyver Dad came to the rescue, using his trusty climbing gear.
Yup - a couple of carabiners (in festive colors!) will solve any problems. Also, note Callie's adorable grosgrain ribbon belt. That girl is just too much.
After everything was over (don't worry, many more photos coming), Charles commented, "I didn't realize how much craziness the balloons would add." So true. I think parties are a slippery slope. You start adding a balloon here and there, and before you know it you're setting the Thanksgiving table for 25 and wondering if you've got enough gravy.
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