Window of Free Time

A huge project recently finished. An even huger project reached a new stage of completion, so there was a slight window this past week during which I got to relax a bit. It was lovely. Later today, I expect a flood of new work to arrive, so I’m enjoying the reprieve.

Next week is the last week of summer vacation. I’m cobbling together a little bit of day care for next week. Mom’s gone back to teaching at ARC, and is therefore done babysitting.  Lucas will be starting back at Red Rose Kindergarten on Wednesday, September 5.

Nearly everyone’s off to Burning Man and it’s a little sad to be left behind. We just couldn’t do it this year. I am consoling myself with thoughts of our trip to the coast during Thanksgiving.

I’ve been making baby food from fresh, summer produce. It’s kind of fun at this stage, since it’s a new activity. A few months from now I’ll probably tire of it. Asher has now tasted infant rice cereal, broccoli & breast milk surprise, and apples & milk. I’ve also made organic carrot puree and organic plum puree (from plums from both grandmas’ yards). So far, Asher likes apples best. Go figure.

Asher Stats from 8/23/07 Doctor’s Appointment

 Asher Stats from 8/23/07 Doctor’s Appointment

21 pounds, 5 ounces
26 inches long
45 centimeter head circumference

Lucas Quote of the Day

Setting: Our “family bed” this morning

“Does anyone see the tent in my underwear?”

New Portraits (Asher 6.5 months, Lucas 5.25 years)

These have nasty “digital watermarks” on them, but hey, you can still see the kids pretty well.










Mark the Date: Asher’s First Solid Food

We all fed Asher his first bite of solid food: fortified organic rice cereal mixed with breast milk. It was super runny. He seemed rather taken with the idea at first, and really wanted to swipe the spoon. (I vaguely remember that Lucas REALLY wanted to hold the spoon too. I think I used to give him an extra spoon to hold while I fed him.) Rice cereal is pretty boring and Asher’s interest didn’t last very long. Milestone completed. Let the record show.

I guess I now need to get out my baby nutrition and baby food recipe books. It’s time to review the principles and start steaming veggies, freezing little food bubes, and pumping more breastmilk to mix with the food to make it the right consistency.

<I>So You Think You Can Dance</I>

Lucas watched part of last night’s finale episode of So You Think You Can Dance with us. You might say he was inspired. He jumped and wiggled and spun and flung and crunched and tweaked his body in every possible direction, up and down on the floor, and talked about how he’s been in dancing contests before … in England. Frankly, I was thrilled to see him devoutly shakin’ his groove thang instead of playing kung-fu karate ninja-turtle boxer fighter kid, which is his latest quasi-obsession.

We have already told him that when we decide he is old enough, he will be allowed to study a martial art, but also told him that he also must learn how to dance, for each discipline informs the other. So far, he’s buying it.

He really enjoyed the dance lessons he did when he was 3 years old. But I’m not sure enrolling him in dance now would fly. As my mother is fond of saying, “There is no creature on earth more chauvinistic than a 6-year-old boy.” I honestly don’t know if she is right. I’ve never had a 6-year-old boy before.

Asher’s Amazing New Trick

Well, It’s probably not amazing, but it is cute. Yesterday evening, while I was eating my dinner, Asher started clicking his tongue. I looked up at him rather astonished. He looked surprised and then delighted at his sound and at my reaction. Then he did it a bunch of times. He had me laughing and looked so pleased with himself.

Thanksgiving Vacation

I’m so excited! We just booked this home(http://www.sonomacoast.com/rental_homes/detail/?q=75) for Thanksgiving vacation!

I love the coast. I can’t wait!
(Don’t tell Amanda)

Great Weekend, Hell of a Week

Last weekend we went out of town to Mimi’s cabin near Strawberry (almost to the summit on Hwy 50). It’s a tiny old forest service cabin that she’s remodeled and made freakin’ gorgeous. We Wilsons had the upstairs to ourselves and Glen and Miriam slept downstairs on the closed-in “sleeping porch” with a view of the South Fork of the American River and surrounding forest.

I was a little nervous about spending two whole days and nights with Ian’s dad, but it was fine. Miriam is a gem to be around–so energetic, enthusiastic, and warm. I think she takes the edge off my interactions with Glen. Glen, unfortunately, wasn’t feeling too well (though not because of The Cold–see below). He wasn’t quite himself.

Our boys had fun and they didn’t destroy any of Miriam’s stuff, so that was great. We drove up to Echo Lake and took a boat ride across the lake to the far shore. There, we picnicked and hiked. Lucas is a fantastic hiker! He marches along saying things like, “I love a challenge. I like to do difficult things.” Ian had bought Lucas his own utility belt with an army canteen and a first aid kit–just like the one Ian had when he was a boy. Lucas kept asking, “Does anybody have an owie?!” Ian was kind enough to get a scratch and let Lucas doctor it for him. Lucas also swam in the frigid lake waters like a crazy kid (I do remember when nothing could keep me away from swimming, too). Even Asher seemed to enjoy himself despite his coming down with The Cold on Saturday night. Asher gazed around happily at the sky and lake and trees and never complained about being in the backpack. I think the baby really likes being outdoors. It pleases me to think so, anyway. (I only wish he weren’t quite so fair-skinned. I worry we’ll have a hell of a time protecting him from sunburn over the next, say, 18 years.)

What else did we do? Well, Lucas tromped around Miriam’s cabin, played in the little river throwing stones and splashing, and shot a stick arrow from a stick-and-rope bow that Ian fashioned for him. Asher and I took a wonderful nap by the river on a sandy bank in the shade. We ate terrific food at each meal. Ian and I both got to read a bit. It was a thoroughly lovely weekend. So nice to get out of town! This was my first weekend away from home since September 30 of last year!!!! Yes, that’s 10.5 months, folks.

Since we got back on Sunday evening, I’ve been editing my ass off. (I worked in the mountains, too.) The week’s not done yet and I’ve been going whole hog despite a severe lack of sleep and having sick kids, a sick husband, and then finally getting sick myself. I took Airborne early on, when I first started to feel symptoms (after everyone else in my family succumbed to The Cold) and I think it really worked! The Cold seemed to hit me less hard and lasted a shorter time than for everyone else, especially Lucas and Ian. I’m definitely not 100 percent, though.

Bits and Pieces

I’ve been really busy with work and with being the Managing Director of this household (no offence, Bascha, you have an equally impressive title. I’ll tell ya what it is tonight). I’m starting to get an inkling why so many moms (soccer and otherwise) come to need the … gasp! … minivan. Already Lucas’s schedule requires MS Outlook, speed-dail calling, a credit card, and a taxi service. I need a wife. No, I need a hot personal assistant named Sven.

Today I work at my magazine gig, with Asher. Today I will do my very best to accomplish all I must accomplish. If I’m lucky, I might even do it with some measure of grace, and hopefully without being covered in spit-up.

Asher has been experimenting with his voice a lot lately. He’s added growling to his repetoire of sounds. Sounds like a puppy dog playing tug-o-war.

Estate planning is hard! And weird. And kinda like mentally spending monopoly money. I mean, I don’t have real money till I’m dead. What fun is that? It’s a process of answering a ton of really hard questions. So speak up, peeps. Which one of you wants to pull my plug when the time comes? Oh, and who wants my ruby glitter stripper shoes? My vast collection of strategy guides for games I’ve never played?

My front garden is looking nice thanks to some friendly, helpful little gnomes. Wish I had time to muck about myself. A tree we planted out front–the one that flowers with gorgeous purple grapelike clusters of blooms in April, and shades my car nicely–has split down the middle. Got to call that arborist. I hope the tree will survive.

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