June 4, 2009: The boys loaded into the back seat of the car on the way to drop Wyatt off at preschool. Augie moved out of the baby bucket and into his big boy car seat last week. When I installed the car seat, I switched which side the kids sit on so now we’re all discombobulated.
You should also note that Wyatt was wearing his winter coat to school. On June 4. Stupid climate change.
June 5, 2009: Work morning at 33 Revolutions. Zach stays home with Augie on Wednesday and Friday mornings and I head off to the cafe a few blocks from our house to get some work hours in. I had been drinking the delicious coffee they serve on my work days, but it is very strong and I am very weak and after sipping it for two hours my head always felt like it was going to spin off my neck and float away. I’ve switched to chai now.
June 6, 2009: We spent a beautiful afternoon up in Tilden Park celebrating Tjames and Robyn’s wedding. I love all weddings and consistently pronounce the most recent one I’ve attended the best one ever, but this really was a wonderful event. Tjames and Robyn were both radiant. We were surrounded by our best friends. The weather was perfect. The kids played nicely, building a big fort out of sticks and branches. Everyone showed off their mad cooking skills at the potluck. I feel I can safely say that a fine time was had by all.
June 7, 2009: The boys and I hit Thrift Town which is one of the best thrift stores in the world. The clothes are organized by type, size and color and the staff works to keep them well organized. I came away with a shirt for Zach, two shirts and a sweater for Augie, a race track thingy for Wyatt and 5 shirts to make baby pants for $20.
June 8, 2009: We walked to the playground and on the way back home helicopters started circling our neighborhood. They stuck around the whole time we were walking home. It turned out that something really, really horrible had happened at the BART station just a few blocks from our house. This event colored my week and I’ve been preoccupied with thoughts of this little baby and his poor parents in the days since it happened. Hug your kiddos tight, give them big kisses and do whatever you need to do to make sure that this sort of thing can’t happen to you.
June 9, 2009: Wyatt is really good about entertaining Augie when I hold him captive in his cage crib.
June 10, 2009: The boys and I have colds, as you can see by Augie’s boogery nose.