Happy Birthday!
Friday, January 26, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
let it snow x3
It snowed tonight in Tucson! We haven't had snow during the seven years we've lived here, and certainly not during Jack's lifetime (Cassie's, either). Some highlights:
No sense covering the plants tonight.
He had something of a tantrum because he couldn't catch snowflakes on his tongue.
Come to mama! Cassie uses The Force to pull a fluffy clump into her mouth. You should have seen her tearing up and down the yard, snapping her jaws in the air, trying to catch this wondrous white stuff drifting out of the sky.
Gathering.
The snow man. Before they put the head on, it reminded me of the Devil's Butte mashed potato sculpture in Close Encounters.
No sense covering the plants tonight.
He had something of a tantrum because he couldn't catch snowflakes on his tongue.
Come to mama! Cassie uses The Force to pull a fluffy clump into her mouth. You should have seen her tearing up and down the yard, snapping her jaws in the air, trying to catch this wondrous white stuff drifting out of the sky.
Gathering.
The snow man. Before they put the head on, it reminded me of the Devil's Butte mashed potato sculpture in Close Encounters.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Martha Luten King, Jr. Day
a photomontage from the last couple of weeks to celebrate a day off of work in honor of MLK, Jr., whom Evan calls Martha Luten King, Jr.
Jack cuddling Kismet and Moxie on a cold winter vacation morning.
Jack's portrait of Cassie on the same morning.
Dave supervising the destruction of the pirate island from the I Dig Treasure playset, purchased at the Kid's Center inventory clearance on January 5 with Jack's Christmas money from Aunt Mona. Originally priced at $26, it's just a giant sand conglomerate hiding some pirate coins, a few flimsy treasure chests, some rubber creepy-crawlies, and a skull. But the boys sure got $13 of delight out of it. Well worth the clearance price!
January 4, 2007. Jack and Evan freezing at the northwest corner of the house so I could snap this picture of them with that gorgeous rainbow in the background. They went right back inside to continue Playmobiling. I admired the view a moment longer, then skedaddled back into the warmth too.
Jack cuddling Kismet and Moxie on a cold winter vacation morning.
Jack's portrait of Cassie on the same morning.
Dave supervising the destruction of the pirate island from the I Dig Treasure playset, purchased at the Kid's Center inventory clearance on January 5 with Jack's Christmas money from Aunt Mona. Originally priced at $26, it's just a giant sand conglomerate hiding some pirate coins, a few flimsy treasure chests, some rubber creepy-crawlies, and a skull. But the boys sure got $13 of delight out of it. Well worth the clearance price!
January 4, 2007. Jack and Evan freezing at the northwest corner of the house so I could snap this picture of them with that gorgeous rainbow in the background. They went right back inside to continue Playmobiling. I admired the view a moment longer, then skedaddled back into the warmth too.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
New Year's Day through Jack's Eyes
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
Monday, November 27, 2006
Miss Mikkelson's Kindergarten: Thanksgiving Pageant
Welcome to the New World.
I am Squanto.
This is the story of The First Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
here comes the king
here comes the king
here comes the big #1
Can you imagine: the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and you've got 15 minutes to buy the Bird and all the trimmings before you have to take Carmichael to karate and you can't find a freakin' parking space---hell, you can't even pull into the parking lot---because Fry's is hosting the Budweiser Clysdales.
Aren't they beautiful? You should have seen them in the sunlight: their bay and brown coats are dappled, like a black panther's. Their shoes are positively enormous! What a treat for us, we people who have nothing better to do than stand in the aisles and foil Carmichael's mother's efforts to get him to karate on time.
Happy Thanksgiving! Budweiser Beer is Beer that's second to none!
here comes the big #1
Can you imagine: the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and you've got 15 minutes to buy the Bird and all the trimmings before you have to take Carmichael to karate and you can't find a freakin' parking space---hell, you can't even pull into the parking lot---because Fry's is hosting the Budweiser Clysdales.
Aren't they beautiful? You should have seen them in the sunlight: their bay and brown coats are dappled, like a black panther's. Their shoes are positively enormous! What a treat for us, we people who have nothing better to do than stand in the aisles and foil Carmichael's mother's efforts to get him to karate on time.
Happy Thanksgiving! Budweiser Beer is Beer that's second to none!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
not the band
Because Mandy had to work tonight, Jack and I went to The Ranch to hang out with Evan. The boys play so well together. I got a bunch of homework done while they messed around with Evan's birthday presents and Cassie.
We went to Cafe Bonita for dinner. The boys shared a quesadilla, Em ate a huge plate of rice, and I had menudo. When I ordered it, Mandy said, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I know what tripe is."
"I just don't think you'll like it."
"If I don't like it, I won't eat it."
Always looking out for me, she said, "Well, OK. I'll have the cooks make a little bit for you to taste."
So the cooks made a little bit for me to taste, and I tasted it, and it was good. I love hominy, and the broth had an almost velvety consistency to it, a real fatty mouth-feel. And the tripe, well...the tripe tasted...tripe-y. I guess. It's more a texture than a taste, like octopus or squid tentacles, but more tender, less chewy. I figured I may as well try it. And I tried it, and as I was
chewing, I kept up a constant monologue in my head, "Tripe is brains, right? No, maybe it's intestines. Which would I rather eat? Brains or intestines? Is it stomach? No, intestines. Maybe stomach. Would I rather eat stomach, brains, or intestines?" Turns out I guess I'd rather not eat stomach, though I ate the whole bowlful. And now I can say I tried it, though I'm not sure how "authentic" it was (sorry Dominica) because I read on wikipedia that menudo is characterized by the hominy, the tripe, and the chili powder paste. There was definitely no chili powder in this menudo. It was quite mild. Maybe a regional variation?
Anyway. I've tried menudo. Have you?
We went to Cafe Bonita for dinner. The boys shared a quesadilla, Em ate a huge plate of rice, and I had menudo. When I ordered it, Mandy said, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I know what tripe is."
"I just don't think you'll like it."
"If I don't like it, I won't eat it."
Always looking out for me, she said, "Well, OK. I'll have the cooks make a little bit for you to taste."
So the cooks made a little bit for me to taste, and I tasted it, and it was good. I love hominy, and the broth had an almost velvety consistency to it, a real fatty mouth-feel. And the tripe, well...the tripe tasted...tripe-y. I guess. It's more a texture than a taste, like octopus or squid tentacles, but more tender, less chewy. I figured I may as well try it. And I tried it, and as I was chewing, I kept up a constant monologue in my head, "Tripe is brains, right? No, maybe it's intestines. Which would I rather eat? Brains or intestines? Is it stomach? No, intestines. Maybe stomach. Would I rather eat stomach, brains, or intestines?" Turns out I guess I'd rather not eat stomach, though I ate the whole bowlful. And now I can say I tried it, though I'm not sure how "authentic" it was (sorry Dominica) because I read on wikipedia that menudo is characterized by the hominy, the tripe, and the chili powder paste. There was definitely no chili powder in this menudo. It was quite mild. Maybe a regional variation?
Anyway. I've tried menudo. Have you?
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Halloween
We took Batman and Frodo to visit the Davisons before trick-or-treating on Halloween. Here's a few pictures.
Earlier in the day, Dave attended Jack's Halloween Parade at preschool. Jack's class is known as the Rolling Stones; the other four-year-old class is known as the Beetles. The Beetles wore decorated T-shirts (I think they were supposed to look tie-dyed?) and carried painted posterboard guitars. The Rolling Stones wore burlap sacks and also carried painted posterboard guitars. They're supposed to look like stones, or rocks. It's too bad they look like sacks of potatoes. I didn't go, since I'm laid up at home with this sprained ankle. But when Jack came home he said to me, "Mommy, I'm never ever going to wear that costume again because it is SO ITCHY!"
Earlier in the day, Dave attended Jack's Halloween Parade at preschool. Jack's class is known as the Rolling Stones; the other four-year-old class is known as the Beetles. The Beetles wore decorated T-shirts (I think they were supposed to look tie-dyed?) and carried painted posterboard guitars. The Rolling Stones wore burlap sacks and also carried painted posterboard guitars. They're supposed to look like stones, or rocks. It's too bad they look like sacks of potatoes. I didn't go, since I'm laid up at home with this sprained ankle. But when Jack came home he said to me, "Mommy, I'm never ever going to wear that costume again because it is SO ITCHY!"
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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