Off the shoulder
Under the rocker
Wet in the pool
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Wetness That Was To Ensue
We got to the lake a little earlier than the rest of the family so we unpacked at the house and headed down to the the water to get a sneak preview of the wetness that was to ensue throughout the weekend. We had a feeling Yuula would love the water so, we ot her feet wet...
Rock It Does Not
Still going thru photos from last weekend, which seems like a year ago already. Here's some from Cleveland, a city we may have to try again some time because in the short time we spent on the streets, all we took away is that it sucks pretty hard.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Corn And Blueberries
Yuula likes blueberries.
Yuula likes corn.
She takes the phrase 'ear of corn' literally.
Eating The Fruits Of Our Labor
Today was a big day. Laura picked some rhubarb from the garden that we dipped into sugar and ate for breakfast. Delicious. Then for dinner we had a salad made of greens from our very own garden. It was more delectable than I expected. Can't wait to get my hands on those carrots. Mmmmm, winter root soup.
Today was busy and exhausting. Laura had to transplant a few things, carrots and tomatoes. It never ends, apparently. Yuula helped.
I did more work on the new rock patio. Almost finished laying the rock, SO CLOSE. I concentrated on the retaining wall and actually completing a part of this job gave me some satisfaction. Tomorrow may be the day.
Laura went to the Pocono Bazaar to meet some girls and then dragged them back to the house and made them cook us dinner. Well done and sneaky.
Finally, to end a long and exhausting day, we planted some rose of Sharon along the outside of the rock wall. When these boys grow in it should be nice.
Laura just took the girl to bed. She did not take a nap today. Too much excitement. I took a little nap after dinner and now I'm ready for some more. Early day tomorrow. The clock is ticking.
Today was busy and exhausting. Laura had to transplant a few things, carrots and tomatoes. It never ends, apparently. Yuula helped.
I did more work on the new rock patio. Almost finished laying the rock, SO CLOSE. I concentrated on the retaining wall and actually completing a part of this job gave me some satisfaction. Tomorrow may be the day.
Laura went to the Pocono Bazaar to meet some girls and then dragged them back to the house and made them cook us dinner. Well done and sneaky.
Finally, to end a long and exhausting day, we planted some rose of Sharon along the outside of the rock wall. When these boys grow in it should be nice.
Laura just took the girl to bed. She did not take a nap today. Too much excitement. I took a little nap after dinner and now I'm ready for some more. Early day tomorrow. The clock is ticking.
Rampaging Teeth Of Ragtime Music
Yuula loves to dance. Yuula loves live music. Put the two together and she may explode. We took her to see her grandfather's rock band play on the Jersey shore at the pavilion in Avon. We've been planning to go every Friday since the beginning of July, and the one we picked was the one that involved a torrential downpour. Still the show must go on, and Yuula would find other reasons not to be herself.
First was a little nourishment along the beach, during which the drizzles began, along with her temperature.
Her top teeth have started coming in like gangbusters and they're putting her thru it. Pretty cranky most of the day and it's the kind of thing that only Mommy can make her feel better, so.... that's why she looks so downtrodden.
Grandma was in Grandma heaven.
We'll try again, someday.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Paint My Metals
Fun! Feist has a new album out and the cover is paint by numbers!!! Now I can exercise two artistic outlets simultaneously!! I can't wait to see it! It looks wonderfully drab! But it also looks like I'll have some competition...
The Return Of Two Hours
One of my favorite shows from my early high school days is returning. I remember forcing myself to stay up til midnight to watch 120 Minutes just to catch all the weird music from bands they wouldn't dare play during daylight hours. It was a turning point of sorts for me, as before I started watching the only music I enjoyed was Billy Joel and Bon Jovi cassettes. It was the beginning. Now I can watch it with Yuula.
Remember?
Quivering With Desire And The Ecstasy Of Unbridled Avarice
Finally getting around to sifting thru photos from the weekend. Overall summation, vacation with a child no longer becomes vacation. Don't get me wrong, we enjoyed ourselves greatly, but we came back much more tired than when we had left. The stories are true. On with it...
Our first stop came along the way, about 90 minutes from our final destination in the now abhorred Cleveland (details to come). A small break from driving was all we were looking for, and a minor national treasure to say the least. Nestled tightly in the ghetto of the suburbs lies the home and final resting place of the Parker family, stars of beloved film, A Christmas Story.
I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!
All right, I'll get that kid to eat. Where's my screw driver and my plumber's helper? I'll open up his mouth and I'll shove it in.
He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. My personal preference was for Lux, but I found Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor - heady, but with just a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand...
Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!
Oh, look at that! Will you look at that? Isn't that glorious? It's... it's... it's indescribably beautiful! It reminds me of the Fourth of July!
the refinished house, plus Laura & child.
The original shed stands untouched in the backyard where the battle with Black Bart took place. I felt the ghosts.
We reenacted some scenes from the infamous exchange. Parents one, kids, zip.
Ralphie grew rhubarb.
Yuula grabs a free souvenir.
From the Christmas Story Museum.
The snap of a few sparks, a quick whiff of ozone, and the lamp blazed forth in unparalleled glory.
That son of a bitch would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!
The headgear really made the movie.
Oh! The theme I've been waiting for all my life. Listen to this sentence: "A Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time". Poetry. Sheer poetry, Ralph! An A+!
Yuula is jealous of Ralphie's wardrobe.
Actual toys from Higbee's.
The only letdown was no access to the furnace in the basement. I wanted to yell "mundane noodle!" while I hit it with a wrench.
Did you know they made a sequel to this film called My Summer Story? It stars Charles Grodin and Mary Steenburgen. I think it's only available on VHS soooooooo, yeah.
Our first stop came along the way, about 90 minutes from our final destination in the now abhorred Cleveland (details to come). A small break from driving was all we were looking for, and a minor national treasure to say the least. Nestled tightly in the ghetto of the suburbs lies the home and final resting place of the Parker family, stars of beloved film, A Christmas Story.
I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!
All right, I'll get that kid to eat. Where's my screw driver and my plumber's helper? I'll open up his mouth and I'll shove it in.
He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. My personal preference was for Lux, but I found Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor - heady, but with just a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand...
Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!
Oh, look at that! Will you look at that? Isn't that glorious? It's... it's... it's indescribably beautiful! It reminds me of the Fourth of July!
the refinished house, plus Laura & child.
The original shed stands untouched in the backyard where the battle with Black Bart took place. I felt the ghosts.
We reenacted some scenes from the infamous exchange. Parents one, kids, zip.
Ralphie grew rhubarb.
Yuula grabs a free souvenir.
From the Christmas Story Museum.
The snap of a few sparks, a quick whiff of ozone, and the lamp blazed forth in unparalleled glory.
That son of a bitch would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!
The headgear really made the movie.
Oh! The theme I've been waiting for all my life. Listen to this sentence: "A Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time". Poetry. Sheer poetry, Ralph! An A+!
Yuula is jealous of Ralphie's wardrobe.
Actual toys from Higbee's.
The only letdown was no access to the furnace in the basement. I wanted to yell "mundane noodle!" while I hit it with a wrench.
Did you know they made a sequel to this film called My Summer Story? It stars Charles Grodin and Mary Steenburgen. I think it's only available on VHS soooooooo, yeah.
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