Photo coming soon!
After two-plus years of daily use and affection the little play kitchen was pushed beyond the limitations of press-board and the bottom fell out of the cabinets. Gavin and I tried to reattach the bottom but only ended up making a further mess of the press-board.
I detached all the knobs, faucet, sink, and burners in the hopes we could reuse them somewhere else and Gavin set to work building another Waldorf-inspired playstand.
Oliver and Patrick helped oversee the process.
If I find the right knobs and other accessories we might add some burners, although we may leave it this way for a while, they seem cool with just having a sink.
Patrick had half of a kolache, and then demanded another whole one so he wouldn’t have to share a second time.
I also made some mini-quiches, but somehow they’re just not as comforting.
My father passed away this morning, he was 83. His passing was not sudden, or unexpected as he had been experiencing a decline in his health for the last several years.
Dad had a long, full and adventurous life. We are grateful for the time we had with him.
As dad was fond of reminding us: “You gotta do what you gotta do, god damn it!”
Go forth, live your lives to the fullest, and remind the people in your life that you care about them.
The family at the San Diego Wildlife Park in February 2013
Thanks to everyone for your support during this difficult time.
As of right now, we will not be traveling to Houston. I may go later in the summer if my mother needs assistance. For now, we are working on keeping our routines as regular as possible.
Houston area people & family, I am not currently aware of any plans for a memorial service. I will, of course, keep you informed if that should change.
PHOTO COMING SOON!
Every now and then I get ambitious and search for things to do with the kids. Then I promptly forget about them or the bookmark gets lost, so I’m putting it all in a post that I can refer back to later (in theory) and maybe even update from time to time.
I probably missed a few places, and I’m open to suggestions.
In West County
- Armstrong Woods http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=450
- Bodega Marine Laboratory http://bml.ucdavis.edu/
- Luther Burbank Farm http://www.wschsgrf.org/luther-burbank-gold-ridge-experiment-farm
- Schulz Museum http://schulzmuseum.org/
- Sonoma Horticultural Nursery http://www.sonomahort.com/
- Train Town http://www.traintown.com/
- *coming soon* Children’s Museum of Sonoma County http://cmosc.org/home.html
South of us & in San Fransisco (day trip distance)
- Bay Area Discovery Museum http://www.baykidsmuseum.org/
- Exploratorium http://www.exploratorium.edu/
- SF Zoo http://www.sfzoo.org/
- Sonoma County Gazette listings http://www.sonomacountygazette.com/cms/pages/categories-rtn-sonoma-res-arg1-Resources-arg2-Monthly%20CALENDAR%20by%20Category-article-196.html
- Sonoma County Libraries Kid’s programs http://sonomalibrary.org/chilprograms/
- Sonoma Family Life Calendar http://www.sonomafamilylife.com/mod/calendar/view/1/Sonoma-County-Family-Calendar.htm
- Petaluma – Rohnert Park – Cotati ideas/things to do blog/newsletter http://petaluma.macaronikid.com/
Articles with ideas:
We finally caved and got more dining room chairs. We were down to four, two with booster seats for the boys, and two vintage molded fiberglass in awesome orange, so it was getting challenging to seat everyone if we had guests over for dinner. My MIL graciously loaned us some folding chairs, but we’re really rather done dealing with them.
After months of looking (and budget-considering) we ended up with the Ronan Dining Chair in Rubbed Black from Pier1. They are “they’ll do for now” chairs, and hopefully they’ll last us five years (the ones they are replacing lasted about 5 so we’re not getting our hopes up).
They are not upholstered, so my job was find cushions. With two small boys my ONLY requirement was that the cushions were MACHINE WASHABLE (or at the very least had a machine washable removable slip-cover). I’m willing to over look a lot for the ability to toss something in the washing machine without a second thought (I’ll even hang-dry it!). Pier one turned up nothing, Cost Plus/World Market turned up nothing. Everything was “spot clean” or “dry clean” or “wipe with damp cloth.” Nothing had a removable slip-cover. I could probably have looked further, but the trend at my price-point (as little as possible) seemed to favor no-slipcovers/no realistic washing options.
After lunch I took matters into my own hands and decided to make my own.
I used dishtowels left over from my big-boy-aprons, old beach towels from my MIL, and some fabulous pink ribbon. I folded the dishtowels in half and sewed up the sides, attaching the ribbon at the top as I went. This formed a pouch for the carefully folded beach towel to slide in.
100% machine washable, and I can put them in the dryer.
I may eventually replace the towels with foam (or replace the entire system), but for now these will work nicely and could also work outside.
Oliver: “Mommy, you birf-day today?”
Oliver: “How old you turning?”
Oliver: “Ferty?” (sounds like “forty”)
Oliver: “Ferty?” (still sounds like “forty”)
Me: “Close enough.”
Photos from Easter, P’s first haircut and our trip to Armstrong woods coming eventually.
Recently it has become a challenge to wrestle Patrick into his Hannah Anderson zip-up-the-front pajamas. I love them because they’re zipped in for the night and done (and there is only one part to keep track of/fold at laundry time), P on the other hand was having other ideas.
After dealing with the indignity of putting on a diaper at bedtime (he really wanted to wear a pull-up with Lighting McQueen like Big Brother’s underwear), he raced away from the “baby jammas” (as Oliver referred to them). The thought of wrestling an unwilling 22 month old into pajamas didn’t really seem like a fun way to round out my evening, so I asked P a simple question:
Do you want to wear pajamas like Oliver’s?
Silly question, I know. P doesn’t have many (any?) words, but he’s a bright kid and he understand a fair bit, so I figured I’d give it a try.
P nodded and said “Da!”
I dug through the closet and found O’s old 2T rocket ship pajamas. P enthusiastically threw up his arms so I could pull the shirt over his head and carefully stepped into the pants.
He and O climbed into his crib to roll around and celebrate.
P was super-excited until he realized he couldn’t climb out of his crib.
Tomorrow I need to find (and probably wash) the rest of the 2T two-part pajamas. Something tells me P isn’t going to want to go back to “baby jammas” ever again.