[Excuse me while I have a small nervous breakdown. How is this possible?]
Anyway. Without further ado, I produce Obligatory Birthday Pictures.
One year ago:
Wesley yesterday [that’s food all over his face, not a fatal rash-bearing disease]:
still a snuggly baby:
“I’m so gorgeous I could just kiss myself!”
I’ll be adding more pictures later [from his little party yesterday and from today]. Happy birthday, Wesley-boy!
I may or may not have mentioned how much I dislike bumper stickers. I object to them on aesthetic principle. But at least some of them have sentiments I can support–you know, the simple but useful “Obama ’08” or something cool like “Joe Strummer Lives.” I guess I should support the ones that are for good causes, too, like curing breast cancer, but I’ve never understood how they’re supposed to help accomplish anything.
But around here I only see bumper stickers that I think are dumb, offensive, or annoying. And about 3/4 of the vehicles on the road have them. Why are so many of them aggressive or cloying?
Today, on my way to the gym, I saw the following [and these are just the ones I noticed]:
* Driver Carries No Cash [He’s Married!]
* I Heart My Beagle
* Support Our Troops [this one has a machine gun backdrop–I’m not anti-military, despite my opposition to our involvement in Iraq, but really? A machine gun? That’s the symbol of our “peacemaking” troops?]
* Don’t Like My Driving? 1-800-BITE-ME [which I might note is not even the right number of letters–dumbass]
All of the above were on one vehicle, by the way. Among others.
* a peeing Calvin
* three American flags across back windows of pickup trucks–which, by the way, obscure the view of the road for the person behind them
* a No Fear sticker [hello, 1992]
* Ask Me About My Church
* Honk if You Like to Get a Punch in the Face
* My Karate Kid Can Beat Up Your Honor Student…and Probably Has
* Cats Make Me Purr
* Jesus Saves–You Should Too
* Fly Fishers Do It In the Water
And four–count ’em, four–traveling memorials to family members gone by, including one “In Loving Memory of Papa” on a garbage truck. Seriously, what is that for? I just don’t get it.
We went to the park the other day and the kids were being SUPER cute. Want evidence?
Well, this one isn’t from the park. But look at his hair!
And his grin!
Here is Mary, getting ready to send her soccer ball down the slide:
Wesley hanging out with the dinosaur–the box, visible on the bottom, is his Box of Safety that he likes to bring to the park to sit in. He’s neurotic.
Kids! Both in frame! Not crying!
Wesley was itching to climb the dinosaur.
He did make a little progress.
The requisite photo of Mary on a slide:
Wesley thinking about leaving the dino:
Mary has no objection to running around without me.
Mary–practicing for the day that Grandma Cal finds her a pony:
poor beleaguered dinosaur:
and he’s off! Brave baby.
Swinging together is exponentially more hilarious than swinging alone, they tell me.
Wesley looks exasperated. [And jowly.]
My sweet girl:
Wesley’s bravery expands.
And as a bonus–Mary helping wash the car:
They are getting so big. And so old.
Mary has, in the last few days, done the following:
* gotten her own spoon from the top drawer in the kitchen.
* brought me the phone when it rang, saying, “Here, mommy–you better answer this.”
* given Wesley a bite of whatever she is eating, while saying, “Here, Wesley-boy–let me put it in your mouth, not in your hand” and “you have to wait-your mouth is too full!”
* identified [spottily but mostly correctly] a list of words including MARY, WESLEY, DADDY, JAZZ, MILK, and MOO.
Wesley has, also in the last few days:
* stood up with no support and danced
* said “done,” “bottle” [okay, “boll”], “no,” and “Mary.” [They are all sort of caveman grunts, but identifiable.]
* crawled up to snuggle me and nodded when I asked, “Are you sleepy?”
* learned to turn pages one at a time instead of in great big chunks.
They are getting so old. I am so proud of them but I can’t believe they’re so old!
I am astonished [in a good way] at how well our garden is doing. Yesterday, Mary and I planted a second wave–bunching onions, cipollini onions, dill, cilantro, butterhead lettuce, leaf lettuce, mache, and bok choy. The radishes are done.
The tomatoes are doing fabulously and we have some green tomatoes that are getting pretty big–I’m thinking we’ll have tomatoes by the fourth of July.
We have blossoms on the peas!
The bush beans are growing….well….bushy.
A couple of watermelon plants have come up after all [I’d written them off]. This is the Moon and Stars variety, which I really like.
And, although I have no photo of this, we have a baby squash and a baby cucumber! Harvesting time is almost here!
Mary keeps saying this. What does it mean?
Conor says, “One….two….” and she responds, “Two and a half on Sunday!”
I say, “Look, two birds!” and she nods sagely and says, “Two and a half on Sunday!”
…is listening to Conor and Mary reading “In the Night Kitchen” over the baby monitor.
They’re reading it right now and I can hear every word–Conor reading and Mary chiming in with her parts, which are about every page or two. She says, for example, “Milk! Milk! Milk for the morning cake!”