Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Strangely enough, our summer so far has been surprisingly low-key. The days are indeed long as I remember, and the calendar is quickly filling up with the typical summer type events, but so far we've had a nice little break here at home, letting the daily routine fall as it will, having to be nowhere at no specific time. A huge relief after 9 months spent rushing to school, to parties, to plays, appointments,  pick-ups, and playdates. It surely does wear you out by the end of the school year.

Last week, though, we did venture out twice: once to the Science and Discovery Museum, and once to a new park in a new town to meet up with my old Professor and friend from College. Todd, my favorite teacher/preacher/rapper friend, taught my boys how to bust open fruit by throwing them against rocks. Seeing how perfectly barbaric this felt, and how nicely the watermelon sliced upon the tossing, they are naturally fixated on smashing open just about anything they can find. Like Arlo said "who needs forks and stuff when we have rocks?"

Leave it to Uncle Todd. . .


"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living." 

Friday, June 24, 2011

Glory Days

Recently I came across a suitcase filled with old Polaroids. Countless shots detailing life in our early twenties. Bar stomps, apartment dwellings, bad haircuts, fashion mishaps and more. Of all the beloved memories snatched during this blissfully carefree period, the ones of us lounging beachside are among my favorite. One tends to forget (or ignore) the fact that before babies, an afternoon spent sunbathing on the sand, drinking beer -when beer was still allowed - flipping through magazines while listening to music was not a luxury, it was "routine." A reality that feels worlds away from life now. These days we still manage random beach trips, but they are utterly frantic and totally exhausting. About five times louder and ten times harder than they use to be. In fact the thought of falling asleep anywhere near water only startles my poor heart to skip a beat. For the life of me I can't remember the last time I actually laid down on the sand. Or any place that was not my own bed, late at night, for that matter. Makes me think a little vacation, sans kids, might be in order. Something easy, by the ocean. To remember what a nap under the sun feels like. Just long enough to make me miss wiping sand out of tiny toes and chasing over-adventurous boys down the beach to pile back into a filthy RV headed for home.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Family Guy

Happy Father's Day to the coolest Dad around.
According to Arlo, Leon and baby Rex. 

Thursday, June 16, 2011

View from Above

Baby Rex watching the world happen outside, big kids doing things he can't wait to try out.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Stick It


While digging through all my old books last week, this bumper sticker I've had since high school fell out. I was so excited to see it! I use to have it tucked in a framed picture of Albert Einstein in my room as a kid and totally forgot about it. Finding it was a sweet surprise. Initially I thought it would make a great contribution to our sticker collection on the RV, but I am hesitant seeing that my very favorite Obama sticker stuck on the back window was stolen last summer. 

Sometimes it's tough being a self-confessed sentimentalist. . .

Community Yard Sale

With our massive home purging going on, a community yard sale couldn't have come at a better time. A great way to motivate the awful task of going through all those old boxes & forgotten shelves we've neglected for far too long. Even though the traffic was a bit disappointing compared to years past, the fact that we finally dragged most of the junk out was a triumph in itself. Whatever didn't sell we donated, freeing up so much new (needed) space.

Other than the loot, the boy's lemonade stand was once again a big hit. This year they offered donuts in addition to the juice - which, it appears, is very hard for the average weekend scavenger to pass up. I mean, who doesn't love a warm donut on a cool morning while on the hunt? Thanks to the neighbor kids and rotating shifts, they made enough $$ to supply every child on the block with big sticks from the ice cream truck for the rest of the summer. So here's to sticky driveways and lots of happy little ants headed our way.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Said Patti Smith

"In the period where I had to live the life of a citizen - a life where, like everybody else, I did tons of laundry and cleaned toilet bowls, changed hundreds of diapers and nursed children - I learned a lot."

Sunday, June 5, 2011

The End of Preschool

Let's take the good times as they go, and I'll meet you further on up the road...
 - Bruce Springsteen

And just like that, preschool days are done and elementary school awaits. How does it happen so fast?