Walk right in, sit right down. At this Cost Cutters they get you in right away.
Jack in the chair.
Evan under the scissors.
The results (at Village Inn afterwards)
And the incomparable Brazey J, who doesn't yet need his hairs cut
Friday, July 06, 2007
boys at the barbershop (dueling scissors)
Walk right in, sit right down. At this Cost Cutters they get you in right away.
Jack in the chair.
Evan under the scissors.
The results (at Village Inn afterwards)
And the incomparable Brazey J, who doesn't yet need his hairs cut
we are family (plasticville)
Plasticville
The Original Plastic Village. Snap Fit. No Glue.
We sat around the dining room table last night surrounded by our St. Vinnie's loot. DH and Jack snapped together the No Glue pieces of the Plasticville Contemporary House.
It snapped together rather quickly, but is a little less secure than a contemporary person might like.
(Look at those hands!)
Still, it made for a night of traditional family fun, spinning Oliver! on the turntable and building a model house.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
culprit caught snoozin'
This is what our hearts and flowers look like. See the hearts? The flowers? No?
This is what our prickly pear cactus look like.
And the other morning I discovered the culprits snoozing in the wash behind the house after snacking on our plants. No wonder we can't keep plants alive.
There they go.
Sherman, off camera, beckoning to Myrtle and Ethel: "Come on girls, the neighbor's bougainvillea has some new growth. Let's go have dessert." And they walk off, taking their time. I lost sight of them through the underbrush but soon enough I saw the top of the neighbor's bougainvillea swaying and dipping. Bon appetit!
This is what our prickly pear cactus look like.
And the other morning I discovered the culprits snoozing in the wash behind the house after snacking on our plants. No wonder we can't keep plants alive.
There they go.
Sherman, off camera, beckoning to Myrtle and Ethel: "Come on girls, the neighbor's bougainvillea has some new growth. Let's go have dessert." And they walk off, taking their time. I lost sight of them through the underbrush but soon enough I saw the top of the neighbor's bougainvillea swaying and dipping. Bon appetit!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
a rainy day in June
What a strange and marvelous day we had here in Tucson. Clouds dimmed the usually bright early morning sky so Cassie and I didn't get out until 6:30 am. With the windows down we drove to Udall Park to drop off some office paper at the recycling dumpsters. I was nosing around as usual when I heard the jingle of dog charms in the desert. When I turned to the sound I saw Cassie tearing after a rabbit! She'd jumped out of the car window! Later this morning she ate Jack's grilled cheese off the kitchen counter. What a naughty dog she's been lately. I think maybe she's hungry.
Our neighbor Yvette invited us to the new Brandi Fenton Memorial Park at Dodge and River. We gladly tagged along.
Aren't those the coolest boots? I've always dreamed Jack would be one of those boys who insisted on wearing cowboy boots with everything. We finally found a pair he likes at the Goodwill about two weeks ago and they've been on his feet ever since.
Jack and his first girlfriend, Daniella. Here they make their way back to the car after playing on the Splash Pad. They had a wonderful time together, which is surprising because they're 3 years apart in age and of different genders (obviously).
After playing at the park we met Mandy, Evan, and Aaron way down on the southwest side of town because I had to pick up a textbook at the Desert Vista campus at Irvington and I-19. I had a gift card for Olive Garden, so we enjoyed soup and salad, Squidward Tentacles, and stretchy cheese. The boys were noisy but well-behaved and hysterically funny. Mandy and I laughed all through lunch.
Here they are in PetSmart, our first stop at the giant shopping center down there. A weather system rolled in while we sat in Olive Garden and grew in intensity while we shopped in PetSmart. It rained quite a bit and the air smelled like wet asphalt when we stepped outside again.
Boys misbehaved in Marshall's, their giggling so infectious that I didn't put a stop to the shenanigans but sat there to quiet them if any employee or patron gave us an icy glare. They misbehaved in Ross, too, but so did everyone else's kids.
Here's one kid who wasn't misbehavin. Brazy J doin it the brazy way. Such a good baby.
Temps kept cool and are currently at 71 degrees. A strange and marvelous day.
Our neighbor Yvette invited us to the new Brandi Fenton Memorial Park at Dodge and River. We gladly tagged along.
Aren't those the coolest boots? I've always dreamed Jack would be one of those boys who insisted on wearing cowboy boots with everything. We finally found a pair he likes at the Goodwill about two weeks ago and they've been on his feet ever since.
Jack and his first girlfriend, Daniella. Here they make their way back to the car after playing on the Splash Pad. They had a wonderful time together, which is surprising because they're 3 years apart in age and of different genders (obviously).
After playing at the park we met Mandy, Evan, and Aaron way down on the southwest side of town because I had to pick up a textbook at the Desert Vista campus at Irvington and I-19. I had a gift card for Olive Garden, so we enjoyed soup and salad, Squidward Tentacles, and stretchy cheese. The boys were noisy but well-behaved and hysterically funny. Mandy and I laughed all through lunch.
Here they are in PetSmart, our first stop at the giant shopping center down there. A weather system rolled in while we sat in Olive Garden and grew in intensity while we shopped in PetSmart. It rained quite a bit and the air smelled like wet asphalt when we stepped outside again.
Boys misbehaved in Marshall's, their giggling so infectious that I didn't put a stop to the shenanigans but sat there to quiet them if any employee or patron gave us an icy glare. They misbehaved in Ross, too, but so did everyone else's kids.
Here's one kid who wasn't misbehavin. Brazy J doin it the brazy way. Such a good baby.
Temps kept cool and are currently at 71 degrees. A strange and marvelous day.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
boys of summer
even in Tucson (especially in Tucson?) two kindergarten-aged boys can have a ball running through the sprinkler. We don't have a pool so the heat must be battled in more old-fashioned ways, ways that make me think of the Midwest.
(the Redneck Bidet works more thoroughly if you take your underpants off before using it... but look at that little muscle man!)
Now, imagine a slip 'n slide installed at the base of the slide on the play structure. That would be wicked fun. Then we could import some fireflies and our evil plot to transform the desert into the prairie would be complete.
(the Redneck Bidet works more thoroughly if you take your underpants off before using it... but look at that little muscle man!)
Now, imagine a slip 'n slide installed at the base of the slide on the play structure. That would be wicked fun. Then we could import some fireflies and our evil plot to transform the desert into the prairie would be complete.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
we're going to the zoo
On Wednesday we had a Boys' Day, starting with a visit to the Reid Park Zoo.
The day was gorgeous, not too hot for a Tucson morning in June, and all the animals were active.
First we visited the tiger lounging in his pool; the first time I've seen the tiger this close and the first time I've seen him in his pool. He swam right up to the guard wires to play with two dead birds that had fallen into his pool. Mandy said, "Imagine the dumb luck. You're a bird, living in Tucson, and you fall out of your nest. What're the chances you'll fall into a tiger's pool?"
Here's Evan feeding Denver a biscuit. Denver digs biscuits while the other giraffe, Texas, is rather shy and doesn't often come over for her fair share. Later we observed Denver and Texas swatting flies with their 18-inch long tongues, sending rivers of spit flying.
This little dude was trolling the grounds with his keeper. At first I thought it was a baby anteater, but I guess it's been two years since the baby anteater was born here and I imagine he'd be pretty much growed up now, then I thought it was the sloth I never see (the keeper informed me that the sloth is still at the zoo but nocturnal so pretty much nobody ever sees him), then the keeper informed me this critter is a Tamandua (pronounced cha-man-doo-ah) and web research led me to discover he's also known as a Lesser Anteater. The boys got to pet him but only on the back, as his front claws are really big and sharp for tearing open termite mounds.
We watched Boris the Polar Bear do his touches and flips during a long swim, we couldn't find the dwarf caiman but the capybara was lounging in her pool. Didn't see any of the birds but did see a peahen and chick. The peacocks were vocal. Maybe it's still mating season? A fun day.
The day was gorgeous, not too hot for a Tucson morning in June, and all the animals were active.
First we visited the tiger lounging in his pool; the first time I've seen the tiger this close and the first time I've seen him in his pool. He swam right up to the guard wires to play with two dead birds that had fallen into his pool. Mandy said, "Imagine the dumb luck. You're a bird, living in Tucson, and you fall out of your nest. What're the chances you'll fall into a tiger's pool?"
Here's Evan feeding Denver a biscuit. Denver digs biscuits while the other giraffe, Texas, is rather shy and doesn't often come over for her fair share. Later we observed Denver and Texas swatting flies with their 18-inch long tongues, sending rivers of spit flying.
This little dude was trolling the grounds with his keeper. At first I thought it was a baby anteater, but I guess it's been two years since the baby anteater was born here and I imagine he'd be pretty much growed up now, then I thought it was the sloth I never see (the keeper informed me that the sloth is still at the zoo but nocturnal so pretty much nobody ever sees him), then the keeper informed me this critter is a Tamandua (pronounced cha-man-doo-ah) and web research led me to discover he's also known as a Lesser Anteater. The boys got to pet him but only on the back, as his front claws are really big and sharp for tearing open termite mounds.
We watched Boris the Polar Bear do his touches and flips during a long swim, we couldn't find the dwarf caiman but the capybara was lounging in her pool. Didn't see any of the birds but did see a peahen and chick. The peacocks were vocal. Maybe it's still mating season? A fun day.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
gap tooth grin
Before we get into heated debate about whether it's gap-toothed grin (is it wax paper or waxed paper? ice tea or iced tea? we grammarphiles know how it ought to be said) let it be known that Jack lost his first tooth today!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007, at lunchtime (a little after 12 noon). I was helping the kids in my classroom open their CapriSuns and Lunchables when Ms. Kari brought Jack to me. He was wearing that pleased little Jack smile on his face and carrying a Ziploc in his hand. When he turned that grin on me I saw what was missing from his mouth was safely tucked away between two layers of plastic.
We went to Michael's and got a tooth box for him, one for Evan, and one for Julian. We didn't get a chance to decorate them, though, because there was too much playing going on. After dinner we went to Baskin Robbins to celebrate with a dip of chocolate topped with gummy bears.
The other one's loose now, too.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007, at lunchtime (a little after 12 noon). I was helping the kids in my classroom open their CapriSuns and Lunchables when Ms. Kari brought Jack to me. He was wearing that pleased little Jack smile on his face and carrying a Ziploc in his hand. When he turned that grin on me I saw what was missing from his mouth was safely tucked away between two layers of plastic.
We went to Michael's and got a tooth box for him, one for Evan, and one for Julian. We didn't get a chance to decorate them, though, because there was too much playing going on. After dinner we went to Baskin Robbins to celebrate with a dip of chocolate topped with gummy bears.
The other one's loose now, too.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Wednesday at Tucker's
At Cottonwood Elementary Wednesday was Come to School as Your Favorite Literary Character Day. Evan chose to wear his Frodo Baggins costume from Halloween. In his haste to show off to Mandy, he tripped over Bishop's dog bed and flew headlong into the bed frame. Even though he had to have the 2-inch gash in his forehead glued together at the emergency room, he seemed to recover quickly.
After two hours of playing Lego Star Wars.
Playtime with Daddy.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Wednesday's chick
It's Saturday morning and an early storm keeps me indoors, away from my jog, which was to be SEVEN miles this morning. So instead I'll post about the nest on my back patio, a post I've been meaning to make since the two little house wrens began building the nest a month or so ago. They're sweet little birds, the male with the slightest red blush to his breast, the female a bit plainer but more dedicated. Didn't they choose a pretty place to house their chicks?
As Mama Bird sat on the nest Daddy would bring food for her. I watched them for a week or two. When I peeked in one day there were four perfect speckled eggs that looked exactly like Cadbury Mini Eggs. One day I thought I'd take a picture and blog about it, but the next time I looked there were three little chicks nestled around one unhatched egg. That was a Tuesday three weeks ago.
They couldn't hold up their heads for a more than a few seconds and their spindley little selves just quivered.
Mama nested with them but flew away each time we opened the patio door.
On Wednesday there were four.
They grow up so fast! When I looked at them yesterday, maybe three weeks after they hatched, only two babies were left in the nest. One of them flew away. The other looked up at me with black eyes shiny as seed beads, a few downy baby feathers poking through his grown-up flying feathers. What do you want to bet he's the chick from the egg that hatched that Wednesday three weeks ago?
As Mama Bird sat on the nest Daddy would bring food for her. I watched them for a week or two. When I peeked in one day there were four perfect speckled eggs that looked exactly like Cadbury Mini Eggs. One day I thought I'd take a picture and blog about it, but the next time I looked there were three little chicks nestled around one unhatched egg. That was a Tuesday three weeks ago.
They couldn't hold up their heads for a more than a few seconds and their spindley little selves just quivered.
Mama nested with them but flew away each time we opened the patio door.
On Wednesday there were four.
They grow up so fast! When I looked at them yesterday, maybe three weeks after they hatched, only two babies were left in the nest. One of them flew away. The other looked up at me with black eyes shiny as seed beads, a few downy baby feathers poking through his grown-up flying feathers. What do you want to bet he's the chick from the egg that hatched that Wednesday three weeks ago?
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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