Memories: July 5 – July 11

July 11, 2010

I went on a baby food making bonanza this evening. This is the last batch: peas.

My mother tells this story about how much I hated peas as a baby. I’d just let them ooze out of the corners of my mouth. Here’s hoping Sydney falls a little further from the tree/bursts a bit farther from the pod.

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July 10, 2010

I made two crisps this week: one strawberry rhubarb; one blueberry cherry (above). The blueberry cherry was to accompany us to our friends’ Robby and Kiran’s picnic, but we did not go. Instead, we lamented our lameness and fantasized about a life with naps. Then we ate too much crisp to comfort ourselves.

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July 9, 2010

Somebody has figured out how to scoot backwards. Only backwards. She is especially effective on the hardwood floors. Her favorite destinations, so far, are her toy basket and Annie’s bed. But I repeat myself.

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July 8, 2010

Annie and I found this cool bubble wand on our morning walk today. I brought it home and washed it up, so Sydney, Annie and I can be Triple Bubble Princesses. …I’ve just got to remember to buy glycerin next time I’m at Target, so we can refill our bubble jar.

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July 7, 2010

Ryan’s parents gave us a programmable thermostat last year for Christmas. It was on our list. We’ve been talking and talking (and talking and talking) about installing it since the weather broke this Spring. Why wait til Spring? Because nobody wants to muff up the thermostat installation when it’s less than 50ºF and there’s a baby in the house. Then Spring turned to Summer and Summer turned to Inferno. We continued to wait because nobody wants to muff up the thermostat installation when it’s over 85ºF and there’s a baby in the house. But today, it was grey and rainy and the temp never got above 65ºF. So, tired of waiting on Ryan (I love you, Ryan.), I went ahead and installed the thing myself. Wearing Ryan’s headlamp because the overhead lights are on the same breaker as the furnace. Using a paring knife for those final touches instead of mini flathead screwdriver. (The knife, admittedly, was Ryan’s idea when I called and said, “Sheisse.”) Regardless. GO ME.

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July 6, 2010

Meet Becca. She is our Angel Goddess new nanny, and today was her first day with us. Becca’s poise, vibrancy, humility and wisdom impressed us when we first met her. She joins us two afternoons a week now, and already, she is shining her light into our lives.

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July 5, 2010

After the rains last night, we have “ponds” in the neighborhood. Here in CO, they dig drainage basins in new neighborhoods so when we get torrential rains, there’s a place to contain it and prevent flash floods. Annie wanted to get down there SO badly. And I was the heavy. No stinking way, Annie. A) You cannot be trusted off leash. 2) The neighborhood is pretty serious about the leash law anyways. D) We’re not running down there with Sydney in tow, either. Better luck next time, Dog-girl.

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2 Comments

  1. Posted 2010/07/19 at 12:01 PM | Permalink

    A nice variety of photos. My fave is the peas, especially the pink handle of the spatual(?). Very preppy. I’m sure NOT on purpose. Also, Mark and I have a very similar thermostat project on the list. There have been no excuses, nill, as to completing this task. Golly, maybe it just hasn’t been on the radar. Lastly, will I get to meet Becca?

  2. Posted 2010/07/21 at 7:35 PM | Permalink

    @Bridgette, c’mon babe. You know me better than that. It was TOTALLY on purpose. As for your thermostat. You and Lizzie can work on it together! And, nope, no Becca for you. She’s all mine. And Sydney’s.

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