Monday, September 22, 2008

Coming soon...the adventures of four chicks in Washington Wine Country.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Well, that was fast...

Materials used: Word Album Template - Scrapgirls, Bounce Collection papers and embellishments - Shabby Princess, Fonts: CK Orleans, CK Ali's Writing, Beach Type, Photos of the cutest baby boy ever by me.

Sniff. Sniff.

He won't be one until October 11th. But man, where has this year gone? (And why don't I fit into my pants yet? Sorry, that never gets old for me.) I love who that little boy is becoming. First of all, A LITTLE BOY. Wasn't he a newborn about 5 minutes ago? But even though he's so busy and curious, he still loves to snuggle. And when he does I can't help but to press my cheek against the back of his neck and smell his little person smell (Sweet Pea smells like her Daddy. Will smells like me.) and feel those sweet little curls on my face.

He is so close to walking. I bet we are only a week or two away. He can get all the way up the stairs - with me right behind him. And today he climbed up onto the couch. Lord help me!

He still says mostly just "Uh Oh!" But "Uh Oh!" is starting to mean so many things. And tonight he studied his sister carefully while she brushed her teeth, and then brushed his teeth exactly the same way. SO clever. So cute.

Lucky. Me.

The birthday party will be small. But I'm planning a lil' bit of spectacular. Cause you know how I looooves me a birthday party. Woo!


Thursday, September 18, 2008

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I swear to God that I had this exact conversation today at the Home Depot.

Me: “Can you tell me the difference between these two garbage disposals.”

The Home Depot “Expert”: (reading the box) “This one has ½ a horsepower, this one has ¾ horsepower.”

Me: “Right, Ok. Yeah. I see that. But what does that mean exactly?”

The Home Depot “Expert”: “Ok, so visualize the numbers 1 through 10. Five is right in the middle. So that’s half. And 7 is ¾.”


“Riiiight. Ok. So, I guess what I’m asking is…"

The Home Depot “Expert”: So ¾ is a quarter more horsepower than ½.

Me: Um, yeah. I understand fractions. What I don’t understand is whether or not a quarter more horsepower is worth twenty bucks. Is it going to allow me to grind up tree stumps or what?

At which point he told me that it was indeed worth the $20, but I probably didn’t need it because the other one would be just fine.

But, um...ok..Wha?

I don’t even really know what else to say about that. I bought the ½ horsepower one. In case you had to know.


Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Designed with the behind in mind

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
~Angela Monet

The day we moved into our house my dog wandered into the neighbor’s yard, and Erich introduced himself by walking her home and then “talking” to her with the most perfectly imitated Labrador bark I have ever heard. He barked better than she did. He then welcomed us to the tribe of the Baybarians and invited us to a party. Not bad for day one.

He also told Mr. G that day that the rule in the cul-de-sac was that he would shovel snow off our driveway in exchange for good scotch. But if he shoveled 3 times without payment he got to “keep your women.” Erich was delightfully eccentric, and I was hooked.

Over the last couple of years we have come to adore all our neighbors. Especially Erich, his roommate Doug (“We’re roommates! Not gay! Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” is their standard into), and their girlfriends Gail and Deb. A great day was one where all the neighbors ended up sitting in someone’s front yard having a beer. Or on the delightful occasions where we sat around the firepit in one of the Baybarians’ backyards and told stories. Erich had a lot of stories. Especially about his annual guy trip, “Manly in Stanley,” his band of friends who were family, bike rides, and what he remembered of the 70’s. (Spotty.)

It was a terrible shock to get the news on Saturday that Erich had died suddenly in his sleep. We are so sad. So shocked. I think when someone who is a little bit larger than life passes from this world it’s that much harder to wrap your brain around how things can go on without them. I am without words to tell you how empty our little cul-de-sac is without our neighbor we loved.

I'm going to post a video of Erich talking about his recumbant bike above this one. He starts out by barking...

Rest in Peace Erich. Nah…scratch that. Give ‘em a little hell.


Wednesday, September 03, 2008

I made a big proclamation a few weeks ago (to Mr. G) and almost immediately regretted it. I said that I was going to do a little eco experiment and not buy any new clothes for myself or the kids this fall. I had just read an article in Real Simple Magazine about how un-environmentally friendly the fashion industry is. And I had also just made a big trip to the new kids consignment store. I was feeling all earth mama superheroey. Proclimationey. And also too broke to shop retail, so you know. Safe.

But then all the back-to-school sales started happening. And I realized that I need a new bra, some new brown shoes, and a pair of jeans. I started to waiver. And then I remembered I have no. freakin. money. Suddenly I was on board again.

I’m still going to buy a new bra. Just in case you’re freaking out about consignment and undergarment being uttered in the same blog post. There will be no used underthings. Or shoes. I’m going to have to buy some new brown shoes.

But I am happy to report that yesterday, on a whim, I decided to go to St. Vinnies and look for a pair of jeans. I came home with 4 pairs, including some Tommy Hilfigers. They all look brand new and they were about $5 each. Woo! I also found 4 complete outfits for Sweet Will, two pairs of pants for Sweet Pea, and the “best treasure ever” according to Sweet Pea, a new bike for her. It is pink and purple with shiny hearts all over it. It has training wheels and a rearview mirror and she thinks it rocks out. It was $20. It is going to live in the mountains because we discovered this weekend that the mountains are an excellent place to ride your bike.

I’m feeling like an excellent bargain hunter today. Good thing too. Because gas and groceries are bleeding us dry. Le sigh.