Is anyone out there reading The Host? It's the new Stephanie Meyer book, and I didn't even know it existed until Hope told me this afternoon. So, needless to say, my agenda for the weekend includes playing with Izzy and Dylan, reading, sleeping, and more reading. That is, if The Host is anything like Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. I usually wait until the kids are in bed to pick up a good book, but I cheated and read a few pages...I am really excited to read this book! If anyone has read it, let me know what you think.
Also, we've really been having a lot of fun, even though I haven't posted anything. Dylan graduated from preschool, Isabelle performed Alice in Wonderland with her ballet class (cutest mole ever), and Luke left for California this morning. He's going deep sea fishing with Fred and Jake, and to a Padres game. Hopefully he'll have lots of fun pictures for me to post on Tuesday! I hope you all have a great, safe Memorial Day weekend!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Izzy's Got Skills
Isabelle does things when she's good and ready. Learning to ride her bike was no exception. It was so much fun to run behind her today and pretend to hold the back of her bike, knowing that she was doing it on her own. Really doing it! I wish I could have captured the look on her face at the moment she got it. Amazing. And yes, she picked out her own outfit. Had I known it was going to be such a momentous afternoon, I would have offered some fashion advice. Way to go, Izzy!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Aren't they cute?
When we got home from school today, this cute little family was walking down our street. Awww...
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
The Waterpillar
We realize that it's not quite warm enough to run through the sprinklers, but after such a long winter, we figured ten minutes wouldn't hurt. It's been a long time since I've been able to walk outside in the morning to grab the newspaper in my bare feet. Ahhh...spring!
Breakfast in Bed
Sunday was Luke's birthday. The kids made him breakfast in bed and sang "Happy Birthday" to him first thing in the morning. Nothing like a Sanpellegrino and some uncooked spaghetti noodles to get your day started right. Serving it in a cake pan was a nice touch, too.
The Special Olympics
One of my favorite blogs in the whole wide world is Sweet_Juniper. Dutch is a stay at home dad from Detroit who used to be a lawyer. He and his wife, Wood, are both really great writers--I am never disappointed when I visit their blog. He's an incredible photographer, as well. Today's post was great, and I couldn't help but share...Luke has been watching the kids a ton lately, and I had to smile as I read this little glimpse through a dad's eyes.
Superdad
posted by Dutch
With my wife back at work, I went out and bought a used Babyjogger Twinner II. It's built like a bicycle and as wide as the sidewalk, but its hulking presence in our foyer encourages a daily activity where I will be able to avoid eye contact with both of my children so they won't be able to see the constant fear in my eyes. I'm also hoping that with an hour of running every day, I will finally be able to rid myself of one or more of these pesky supernumerary chins.
Juniper and I have gone jogging every night for a few months in the old mono-jogging stroller and she loves it. As we embarked on today's trial run in the behemoth, the new kid was the unknown variable: my progeny are not known for their affinity for speedy little chariots in their earliest days. Juniper cried every time we put her in a stroller at Gram's age. For the first mile of today's run, I considered it a success as he merely maintained a constant mild whimper. A mile later it reached a full-on scream. I suggested that Juniper hold his bottle for him, and she did, causing every woman we passed along the Riverfront to buckle over backwards from the cuteness. Within a few minutes he was asleep, and blessedly silent. "You're the best big sister in the world," I told her, and I meant it.
There is a fundamental unfairness to the way men are treated with their children in public compared to women. A man carrying a screaming infant while dragging a toddler who's having a fit because the carousel is only open on weekends, we'll he's "such a good dad." I swear four women came up and told me that yesterday under those exact circumstances. If I had been my wife I'm sure they would have been shaking their heads with a tsk tsk. Mothers, I've learned from floor polish commercials, have to give 100 percent. Fatherhood is not unlike the Special Olympics. You get a medal just for showing up.
But still, I guess a white guy pushing a giant stroller with two children while holding the leash of an energetic German Shorthaired Pointer is not something you see every day in Detroit. At least, that's what I assume, given the reactions I got from people on the street. Rubberneckers in passing cars slowed to a menacing crawl beside me. Women shouted out, "You keep it up, Superdad!" Three different people yelled that to me today.
Superdad? When I told my wife, she groaned and suggested that today I wear a cape.
Superdad
posted by Dutch
With my wife back at work, I went out and bought a used Babyjogger Twinner II. It's built like a bicycle and as wide as the sidewalk, but its hulking presence in our foyer encourages a daily activity where I will be able to avoid eye contact with both of my children so they won't be able to see the constant fear in my eyes. I'm also hoping that with an hour of running every day, I will finally be able to rid myself of one or more of these pesky supernumerary chins.
Juniper and I have gone jogging every night for a few months in the old mono-jogging stroller and she loves it. As we embarked on today's trial run in the behemoth, the new kid was the unknown variable: my progeny are not known for their affinity for speedy little chariots in their earliest days. Juniper cried every time we put her in a stroller at Gram's age. For the first mile of today's run, I considered it a success as he merely maintained a constant mild whimper. A mile later it reached a full-on scream. I suggested that Juniper hold his bottle for him, and she did, causing every woman we passed along the Riverfront to buckle over backwards from the cuteness. Within a few minutes he was asleep, and blessedly silent. "You're the best big sister in the world," I told her, and I meant it.
There is a fundamental unfairness to the way men are treated with their children in public compared to women. A man carrying a screaming infant while dragging a toddler who's having a fit because the carousel is only open on weekends, we'll he's "such a good dad." I swear four women came up and told me that yesterday under those exact circumstances. If I had been my wife I'm sure they would have been shaking their heads with a tsk tsk. Mothers, I've learned from floor polish commercials, have to give 100 percent. Fatherhood is not unlike the Special Olympics. You get a medal just for showing up.
But still, I guess a white guy pushing a giant stroller with two children while holding the leash of an energetic German Shorthaired Pointer is not something you see every day in Detroit. At least, that's what I assume, given the reactions I got from people on the street. Rubberneckers in passing cars slowed to a menacing crawl beside me. Women shouted out, "You keep it up, Superdad!" Three different people yelled that to me today.
Superdad? When I told my wife, she groaned and suggested that today I wear a cape.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Help!
Does anyone know where I could find a couple of lawn flamingos? I need two by next Monday. My mom and sister are working on it for me, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask. Zurchers was a bust, and it's too late to order any. Who knows? Maybe one of you has a geriatric neighbor with lawn flamingos that wouldn't mind letting me borrow them for a night. It's worth a try.
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