We’re skipping out on trick-or-treating this year, so I’m sharing photos of our pumpkin picking adventures from this past weekend. We went to our usual pumpkin picking place with Dana and Rich. The boys had a lot of fun, and we plan to do it again next year.
This Labor Day weekend has been busy and exciting. Patrick learned to climb out of his crib with dangerous consistency so he was upgraded to a “big boy” (toddler) bed.
As Oliver put it, “baby no stay in his bed” so Oliver has taken to sleeping in the playroom/guest room until further notice…
When the big boy bed make-over was done, we decided to go to HomeDepot to “price out” a new sink for the downstairs bathroom – it was rusted and generally nasty.
And by “price out a new sink” I mean make replacing the sink our new project. We will hookup the water to the sink at/after 3pm (we have to let the caulk set for 24-hours).
The new sink looks a lot like the old sink, only with less enamel damage, no rust and a nicer faucet (we replaced it too). New problem, the nice new sink, and cleaner-than-ever-before counter top make it painfully obvious how awful the (not pictured for a reason) light fixture is.
I also made rosemary focaccia.
For Christmas 2011 Oliver was gifted Howie Baby, a Waldorf-inspired heavy baby doll that I handmade over many many months. Today, Patrick was gifted a similar doll (also handmade, but I used a kit instead of going to weeks of mommy-and-me classes).
P’s new baby was carefully swaddled in one of his old baby blankets, and gently handed over.
P is fairly thrilled with his new baby.
I far prefer when P tries out new concepts on inanimate objects instead of his brother.
Oliver and Patrick have started bringing home Roly Poly bugs. For a while, O was trying to keep them locked in a tin in the play kitchen, but then P let them free and several lost their way (or lives) and haven’t seen seen since.
On one hand, I’m glad the boys are taking an interest in bugs, bugs are cool, but the drama (and search and wailing) that ensues when “baby let dem go!” is a bit much.
We started with a bug-jar, a mason jar with a bit of dirt and yard debris with some screen mesh across the top for ventilation, then I did some reading up on roly poly habitats and decided we could splurge and make a roly poly terrarium.
The other morning, after we ran a bunch of errands, we went to our local pet store and looked at fish – we got distracted. I promised the boys in “a few years” they could “graduate” to having fish. The helpful person behind the counter looked confused, don’t kids usually start with fish? Yes, but right now we have Dwayne, our pet rock, and we’re moving on to a roly poly bug paradise.
Apparently I’m the coolest mom he’s met all week.
After the pet store (we didn’t get any fish, just a medium-sized “kritter keeper” in pink – it was $2 less than the “herp heaven” and the boys didn’t really care about colors), we went to the local nursery and asked an expert (who was very helpful, and slightly horrified at what we were doing because the bugs “are going to eat the plants!”) for some small, low maintenance plants for our enclosure. I’m not totally sure what we ended up with (the boys took the plant tags the moment after we paid for them), but they’re small and fit nicely.
When all this was done we went for a walk around Ives Park and appropriated P’s snack cup as transportation for a few more roly poly bugs.
Assuming they all survived we have somewhere between three and five roly poly bugs in our enclosure. I’ve seen one moving around, but O is convinced he’s seen more, and I’m sure more will be joining the RP Colony soon.
Some Fun & Helpful Resources for the Care & Keeping Roly Poly Bugs
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.
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.
My original plan for Easter was simple: some baskets, some milk chocolate bunnies and an egg hunt in the yard (searching for 10+ year old industrially mass-produced plastic eggs that had been unearthed from Grandma D’s garage). We were going to skip dyeing hard boiled eggs (no one really wants to eat them anyway), and I was going to take the kids to the park instead.
Then the boys came down with nasty snotty noses, O stayed home from preschool, and it rained. So much for the best laid plans. Instead I hollowed out some eggs, made a coffee cake with three, and emptied out another six for the lemon tart I plan to make tomorrow.
The boys and I took turns dyeing eggs, we each got three.
When they finish drying O wants to decorate them further with stickers, and eventually, once the kids go to bed, I’m going to find the Mod Podge and try and make them a bit sturdier. Eventually I’m hoping to find the perfect tree branch to hang them from.
In other Easter-related news, a new bunny has joined our collection. His name is “Twisted” as he’s made from twisted, lightly felted wool. After the Easter festivities are complete, he will be joining Brutus, Sweater and Brown (seen below) in the Bunny Bin. Twisted is currently living in the “Ooster Gass!” that O planted at preschool.
These last few afternoons the weather has been warm enough for our yard to be turned into a clothing-optional zone. I tried to enforce sunhats, but the kids had other ideas.
Oliver has learned how to operate the hose, so before long a mud-pit was established in the corner. Apparently mud is a great natural sunscreen.
There was also naked hula-hooping in the mudpit. I never knew my late-twenties would be so wild.
Oliver has been on winter break from preschool since Friday and we’ve been busy. We’ve baked cookies for ourselves, and biscuits for my mother-in-law’s dog, Winston.
We also went to the grocery store and we didn’t find any peppermint ice cream, so we came home and made our own. Early Saturday morning, after the custard had chilled and the ice cream bowl had frozen over night, we churned ice cream. The boys were quite excited about it.
After we finished the ice cream, it had to be sampled. It was very popular.
We also worked out a way to hang the stockings so they could all be seen.
Then the boys went to work in the yard making “mix” (aka a muddy mess).
I think our tree will finally go up tomorrow.