Saturday, July 28, 2007
I'll post some vaca pics when we get back.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Our luggage arrived yesterday afternoon...yeah! So, we have snacks and, more importantly, swimming gear! We hung out on the beach this morning, and swam in the pool. Very nice.
Having fun...not burned, yet!
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I'm enjoying the book so far. We've mostly rested today. We can't go to the pool, because our luggage went missing, and it's still not here. Thankfully, we have extra clothes, and a washing machine in our room! Hopefully, our luggage will come today, so my hair can be less dull and lifeless, and I can swim! Justin is going out now to get toothpaste, and other necessities. Ahhh..life in paradise! oh yeah, the book was for sale at the airport, so we needn't have stayed up so late the night before. Live and Learn!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I consider this to be my first real container gardening success. I've got Persicaria "Red Dragon," Sweet Potato Vine (which is obviously very tasty to some insect), Dracena, and a volunteer Spiderwort. In the little pot in front is what I call the Eye Ball Plant Spilanthes, and a groundcover Sedum.
I believe this is Echinacea "Razzmatazz." Quite a difference from the usual Coneflower form found below with Purple Coneflower.
I looked at my Butterfly Garden and decided I needed more red. I found this amazing Gaillardia and had to have it. I'd never seen a solid color Gaillardia.
Orange Crocosmia. I don't think this picture does it justice. The color is so bright. I would definitely recommend this for a hot color garden. And it has the nice grassy spearlike foliage to boot. (Evan's Garden is in the background across the creek.)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Duncan at 13 months
Me as a little squirt
In spite of all of you who always say, "He looks just like his Daddy" (insert Southern drawl), Duncan clearly takes after his Mommy! I think people look at Justin and see that he's all cheeks. He has a boyish sort of look about him. Evan had chubby cheeks, too. I have one picture of Justin as a boy, and Evan really did look just like his Daddy in that one. My mom displayed Justin's and my childhood photos at our wedding, and I do remember that we looked a lot alike at a young age. So, who knows? Maybe Duncan looks like his Daddy, too. Maybe LaLa can send me a baby picture of Justin, and then we'll be able to have a fair fight. Until then...He Looks Like Me!
Monday, July 16, 2007
That's when the new Harry Potter book Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows arrives. I'm still planning on going to the midnight Potter Party at the local Borders Bookstore. I've recently read that people sit outside the bookstore and shout out spoilers to the Potter fans as they exit the bookstore. I think this is just mean. I know Justin was listening to a morning radio show a day or two after the last Potter release, and they played a little jingle about the character who died. It basically said the victim's name over and over again, "So and so dies, so and so dies...." So, I'm hoping to block out radio and TV (and meanspirited shouters) while I'm reading and hopefully the ending will be unspoiled for me. Hopefully it will be easy to go without media, as we'll be at an island paradise. That's right. I haven't forgotten that we're also taking our anniversary trip this weekend. Although, I have to admit the buildup to the last Potter book has been a little more exciting. It doesn't help that when I ask Justin questions about the trip, the usual answer is "I don't know." Do you want to go snorkeling? I don't know. Should we take snacks? I don't know, etc. Despite this lack of excitement on my hubby's part, I'm really looking forward to getting away. The one thing I'm not looking forward to is leaving without little Duncan. I know he'll have a blast with Grandma and Grandpa (they just installed a new playset and sand/water table--a little kid's paradise!) On the other hand, we may actually be able to sleep in for several days. Sleeping, relaxation, reading, beach...ok, it does sound pretty darn good.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Last fall Evan received a goody bag for Halloween from school. It had all kinds of yummy candy and little toys in it. One of the toys was a little whistle. It was a cheap little thing and didn't make a great noise, but he liked it. One day Evan came in and said to his Daddy, "The whistle will be ready in five minutes." And he walked off. Justin sat there for a minute, and then decided to see what was up. He walked into the kitchen. Evan had placed his whistle in the toaster oven and turned it on!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Evan in his firefighter costume on Halloween 2006 goes for the Doughmaker
Justin, our resident chef, regularly made pizza from scratch. He made his own dough, tweaking the recipe each week to try for the perfect blend of flavors and texture. Sometimes he was successful. Sometimes...not so much. Justin would put the dough into the free standing mixer to knead for a bit. Evan was transfixed. The sound, the motion, everything about the mixer was cool.
Evan and Daddy makin' the dough
When the dough had risen Justin would let Evan help him knead it some more, and form it into the desired shape for a pizza. Sometimes a circle, sometimes a rectangle. We also used the mixer to mix cookie and bread dough. It was always making dough, so naturally Evan called it the Doughmaker. Justin made homemade pizza about once a week. When he announced that we were going to have pizza for dinner, Evan would say, "Makin' the dough!" and run to the kitchen to help.
Since Evan died we have eaten frozen pizza. I'm not sure we've even pulled out the mixer. Last week I made Lemon Ice Box Pie for the Fourth of July, and used my hand held mixer. Duncan came running in to the kitchen to watch. The sound, the spinning, it was all marvelous to a little boy. And now we have another little fellow who's interested in the Doughmaker. I guess we have an excuse to start making pizza again.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
The calculator looks kind of like a phone, so it's only natural that a kid would treat it like one. Remote controls, too, have buttons to press and a certain predictable size. But our favorite "phone" of Evan's was a part of a set of toy dogs. There's the big dog (later named "Barky") attached to a small dog by a detachable lead ("Teeny Weeny Barky"). These toy dogs could be led around with a short detachable lead with a little bone for the handle. One day Evan picked up the bone when it was disconnected from Barky and Teeny Weeny Barky, and held it up to his ear to make an important call. We said, "Evan, that's not a phone, it's a bone!" And he said, "Bone Phone!"
Even though Evan was quite talkative on his pretend phone conversations, when it came to the real thing, he usually suffered from stage fright. I would hold up the phone so he could hear his Daddy speaking on the other end. I encouraged Evan with, "Say hi to Daddy." But he mostly just looked at the phone, as though he couldn't believe Daddy was boxed up in such a small package. As he got a little older Evan became a little more chatty. Not yet knowing the "rules" of conversation, he basically told Grandpa (or Daddy, etc.) on the other end of the line about the items he saw in the room. "My chair, tractor maw mower, Mommy...."
When we tried to introduce the idea of a banana phone to Evan, he just thought we were being silly!
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Evan was also a refrigerator junkie. I remember when he finally was able to open the door on his own, the fridge was open more than it was closed. I tried to explain the merits of using the air conditioner to cool the house instead of the fridge. I also tried to talk to him about how our food would spoil. After some frustration over this, Justin and I decided to purchase a lock for the fridge. Justin installed it, and for a few days, Evan was the frustrated party. Instead of letting this get him down, he observed his Mommy and Daddy as they opened the lock. In no time at all Evan figured out how the lock worked, and started to demonstrate that he could use it, too. The funny thing was that after unlocking the lock, and opening the fridge, he'd close the door and make sure the lock was back in place.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Blowing raspberries on a little one's belly is always big fun. When Duncan was just a few months old, I started this family tradition. I placed him on the changing pad for his diaper change. When the diaper change was complete, and Duncan's bare belly exposed, I blew a raspberry, and said, "Oh Duncan!" like he did something very naughty. Duncan would giggle. Evan loved the show, and came running over saying, "Do me, do me!" He would lie down on the pad (aka Duncan's briefcase) and lift his shirt. I blew a raspberry on his belly, and said, "Oh Evan!" Then I said, "Do me!" I lifted my shirt, and Evan blew a raspberry on my belly. He always looked a little bashful, but then he'd giggle and say, "Oh Mommy!"
Duncan has grown quite proficient at blowing raspberries. He uses Mommy's leg, arm, face. He'll even use furniture, toys, and balls to achieve the desired noise. And as always, the more spit, the better the sound.