Tuesday Wyatt got a delicious plum from our neighbors tree. He also got some turkey roll-ups, a bun and a fruit leather bear.
Wednesday saw a lunch box filled with baked tofu, some awesome berries from the farmer’s market and a whole wheat white hot dog bun. (I’m all tricky with the enhanced nutrition!)
Thursday morning both the kids slept late and we didn’t get up until nearly 8 a.m.! Since Wyatt needs to be at school by 9 we were in a tremendous rush to get dressed, eat breakfast and get everyone out the door. Lunch was pretty simple — sliced tofu and some blueberries in a snack sized box. I also sent some broccoli in the thermos at Wyatt’s request but when I went to put his lunch dishes away I discovered that he ate none of it.
June 25, 2009: Wyatt has taken to wedging as much of his body as he can into the lazy susan. He likes to sit there and chat with me some times while I make dinner.
June 26, 2009: Some of the many baby toys that litter the floor of our house. The green bug below the basket there was one of Wyatt’s favorites and now Augie loves it too.
June 27, 2009: We had a rare warm day that felt like summer through and through and I was determined to pack as much summer fun into the day as I could before it got cold again. We all went swimming at the El Cerrito pool (Augie’s first time!) and then we grilled hot dogs and pork tenderloin for dinner. After our meal, we walked over to the ice cream shop and got cones. Then we sat out on the stoop and goofed off. The only thing that could have made the day better is if the ice cream shop had been a Dairy Queen.
June 28, 2009: Our mantel. I would love it if we had an uncluttered mantel, sparsely decorated with a few carefully chosen photos and knick-knacks, but I’ve finally realized it’s just not meant to be. When you have a crawling baby the mantel becomes the place where you put everything in the whole house that he can’t have. Then I have to add in the fact that Wyatt has his own ideas about how the mantel should be decorated. He is responsible for the big sequin garland that normally goes on the Christmas tree, the Halloween wind sock he made at school and, most bafflingly, the blocks stacked on the decorative arch.
June 29, 2009: The kids are still getting a lot of great play out of the packaging the grill came in.
June 30, 2009: Farmer’s market fruit. I made a crisp out of the peaches and blackberries. The strawberries and raspberries didn’t even make it into the fridge before we’d eaten them all.
July 1, 2009: Augie and I made a trip to Costco for diapers and wipes. We picked up some hamburgers, brats and buns for the 4th while we were there.
We were running late on Tuesday, so I had to throw Wyatt’s lunch together in a hurry. He got a half banana, a dinner roll, a hot dog cut into strips and some catsup to dip it in. All he ate from this lunch was the bun.
Wednesday I sent peaches with sprinkles, turkey pepperoni, and a bun decorated with food markers. He ate every lovin’ bite of this bad boy. Yay me!
Thursday’s luncheon consisted of a few grapes, a slice of deli turkey cut into strip and rolled up, a challah bun and a whole lotta berries.
Lunch on Friday was turkey pepperoni folded over and skewered on little picks, a couple of Hello Panda candies (in the pink box), Cheerios and a whole heck of a lot of berries.
June 18, 2009: The big rose bush in our back yard is in full bloom. This photo only shows a tiny smidge of the plant. It’s gorgeous and it makes me regret not taking better care of it.
June 19, 2009: We got a preview of what Augie will look like 40 years from now while goofing around with the fake mustache. Handsome!
June 20, 2009: We got TP’ed! Zach and I were watching Nurse Jackie when he noticed something white waving in front of the living room window. We went out to investigate and the front of our house had been decorated with toilet paper. We don’t have any trees at our house, so they put it on the bush, around the porch pillars and even around the stepping stones in the flower bed.
We couldn’t figure out why in the heck of the world we’d been targeted — after all, we are no longer 15. At first we thought it might have been kids targeting people at random, but a quick look up and down the block showed not a shred of toilet paper anywhere else. Then we racked our brains trying to think of any incidents where we’d angered some teenagers, but we came up blank. As we cleaned up the paper, we critiqued the work of the decorators — they got high points for wrapping the rocks with toilet paper, but over all we decided they’d done kind of a half-assed job.
After we’d collected it all, Zach went down the driveway to recycle the toilet paper and he stumbled upon three people dressed all in black with their backs pressed up against the side of the house. His first thought was that he was going to have to fight intruders to defend his family. Naturally that got his blood pumping, but it turned out that we’d caught the TP’ers in the act and they’d run down our driveway to hide when we came out. I heard hysterical giggles so I went back out to see what was going on and I discovered Zach talking to three very drunk women in their 30’s. It turns out that they worked with our next door neighbor and they’d meant to get his house instead of ours.
So that mystery was solved, but now we must ask why three 30 year old women are running around TP’ing their co-workers’ houses. Hmmmmmm….
June 21, 2009: Father’s day! We went over to the city to see the Samurai exhibit at the Asian Art museum. Zach and I agreed that it was OK, but we were a little disappointed in it. Wyatt was bored stiff. Afterwards, we went to T-Rex for dinner and one of the appetizers we had was — I kid you not — chicken fried bacon. As soon as the meal ended we reaffirmed our commitment to Weight Watchers.
June 22, 2009: Wyatt has been having fun with this big piece of cardboard all week. First he used it as a barrier to hide behind and he jumped out to scare us about a million times per day. Then he made it into a tunnel — first for his cars to go through, then he tried to lure Augie to crawl through. Augie was having none of it though. Next, he carefully drew a shower head on it, asked Zach to cut it out and then attached it to the top and pretended to take showers (you can see the cut-out there at the bottom). Finally, today, he asked me to cut armholes in it so he could make an Optimus Prime costume. After I cut the holes he decorated it with markers. There’s a reason the cardboard box is in the toy hall of fame.
June 23, 2009: It was in the 80’s, so I brewed a batch of sun tea on the front walk. Yes, our front walk is carpeted. Wanna make something of it? Huh? Huh?
June 24, 2009: As I write this, Zach is busting his boo-tay to get a new release of Laconica out the door. He spent most of the day pounding away and even ate his dinner at he desk. Good luck, my dear!
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For all you bento lovers out there, I just saw this article on the Ichiban Kan blog saying that they are shutting down their online presence. I am in no way affiliated with Ichiban Kan, but I’m saddened to hear that this will be happening as they are the only online source of bento boxes and supplies I’ve found who offer their products at consistently reasonable prices. If you have been waiting to place an order with them, this may be your last chance for a while. From their blog:
While we do hope to re-establish our online presence in the future when a better financial situation arises, we will be indefinitely closed.
As soon as items are sold out, our online store will be closed.
One of the things I like best about living in the area I do are all of the fruit trees. In just our immediate vicinity, our neighbors’ yards have pear, plum, apple, apricot, and lemon trees and our next door neighbors’ kiwi vine grows over the fence into our driveway. Occasionally, we are the lucky beneficiaries of big, fresh, delicious bags of fruit and I’m thrilled every single time one comes our way. Last week we took home a bag of Meyer lemons that one of the parents at Wyatt’s preschool brought in to share.
I used a half cup of the juice to make Bakerella’s awesome, fantastic lemon bars, but that barely made a dent in our bounty, so Wyatt decided we should make some home made lemonade. Good idea, Buddy! Further discussion determined that the lemonade should be pink. It got me wondering what exactly pink lemonade is. A quick Google search told me that pink lemonade is pink from dye being added. There are lots of stories about the origins of pink lemonade, but this one says that the first batch was made using water a circus horse rider had been using to wash her red tights with. Um….disgusting.
We were fresh out of water infused with horse sweat and toxic 19th century dye, so I decided to use some strawberries from the freezer instead. Another Google search led me to a gazillion recipes for fresh lemonade, all with slightly different ratios of lemon juice, sugar and water, but in the end I settled on this one as a starting point: 3 parts lemon juice, 2 parts sugar and 4 parts water. I still needed to get the strawberries in there and I also found the lemonade was pretty sweet from the addition of the strawberries so ended up adding more water and ended up with this recipe:
Strawberry Lemonade
2 1/2 cups lemon juice
1 big hand full of strawberries, fresh or frozen (this results in about a 1/2 cup of puree)
2 cups sugar
5 cups water
Juice the lemons, straining out the seeds and pulp.
Thaw the strawberries, if using frozen. Puree with a hand blender (or regular blender or food processor). Push the puree through a fine mesh strainer to get get out as much of the solids as you can. Some seeds will come through and that’s OK.
Mix together the lemon juice, strawberry juice, sugar and water. Stir until sugar is desolved.
Try not to guzzle it all immediately!
Next time I get a bag of lemons, I’m going to try making this with mangos or raspberries. Wouldn’t that be good?
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