Friday, May 30, 2008

A day at the circus



Kiira's big performance is tomorrow. She is a tight rope walker. In the video, she is on the right hand side. Look for the white fuzzy in her hair around her bun.

Here's a quick peek at her costume! BTW - something my sister taught me - if you want to see the photo in a larger form, click on it and it will enlarge!

Circumventing the system


Do you ever wonder if you've lost your creative juices? There are many times I feel as if my intelligence has taken a steep decline. There is a direct correlation to said intelligence and having children. However, I sometimes do find myself solving problems like I didn't think possible. I don't know about you other parents out there but our kids are constantly procrastinating, finding reasons not to eat vegetables and lately, inventing excuses not to take a bath. It's a good thing Kiira has short hair now b/c it is far easier to hide the grime. I think people think we are being trendy with no bangs on her. Quite the opposite. I am too lazy to try to control the bangs and the upkeep they need. There is the smoothing in the morning and the periodic haircuts. No, no, I cant' be bothered.

Back to the excuses though. I never thought of myself as cagey or even particularly prone to circumventing the system. I think there is newfound hope for me. I have now learned to disguise vegetables so my children will eat them without realizing they were eating them. I have now shamelessly pinpointed things they love and either offer or withdraw them when procrastination occurs. AND, my recent discovery, I can now get Kiira in the bath if she "doesn't have to get her hair wet". This shower cap I lifted from a hotel (see above note about system, yahoo!) has worked perfectly to perpetuate the notion that her hair is not getting wet. Truth be told, she forgets about a minute into the bath and pulls it off.

Ahhhh yes, chalk another victory up for the parents. There are many days I feel like I'm the one worked over but lately, ahhhh....I am going to bask in the sweet feeling of having a modicum of intelligence left to wrangle these sly little pistols into my way of thinking. Score mom and dad 3, tots 1. For now.

The poodle cut


So Calvin and I went to the vet today. We were due in to check his kidneys which are taking a beating from the heart medicine and the cancer medicine and the high blood pressure medicine he is on. Poor guy, he is a trooper still, downing a bunch of pills each day as well as a dropper of liquid medicine.
Well, on this particular visit, I noted to our vet that he had quite a few hair mats. I've heard that this can get particularly painful as it feels as if someone is continually pulling your hair. We decided that we needed to do something about it on said day. So, as I was discussing our options, a cute dog came in. It was just a puppy and I wasn't sure what breed it was. There are all these new fancy mixes and I thought this puppy could be one of them. I asked the owner and she said poodle. Okay, not as fancy as I thought. I replied "oh poodle".

Well, when I came back to pick up Calvin a little later after his first grooming in 16 years by something other than his own tongue or my hand, this is what I found. Clearly I had missed a question that the vet had asked and he must have thought my reply of "oh poodle" had applied to Calvin. So there you go.

Remember how I described those hair mats above - it feeling like someone was continually pulling your hair. Now just imagine someone continually pulling your leg. Yeah, that's me. None of the above it true but I thought I'd give you all a good story. The simple truth is that there were so many hair mats that they just had to shave them out poor Calvin. He does look pretty funny though doesn't he? Before the vet tech brought him out, she prefaced by saying, "Now, don't laugh..." Uh-oh, never a good sign. Well, at least hair grows......and he's lucky because I'm sure alot of older gentleman of the human species just wish they had this much hair at his age!
Go Calvie go!

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Dynamic duo


Well, after a long absence of too hot weather, ring problems and schedule snafoos, we are back in the saddle. While we have been gone, Orbit is now with child! You go girl. AND, there are new baby ducks at the farm. Kiira got to hold one and just thought it was too, too cute!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Sliding into her Tent






Kiira embarked on her second annual Daddy/Daughter camping trip at Slide Ranch, a beautiful spread overlooking the Pacific Ocean on Highway 1. Run by a rotating staff of organic farmers focused on teaching and exposing children to sustainable farming, Kiira once again learned how to milk and feed goats, feed and carry chickens, carry and hike with a backpack on her way to pitching a tent with Dad, and hike and discover different sea-life down at the tidepools. Many of her "Mommy's Group" friends also joined with the 15 other families. All kids not only get to interact with the farm animals, but also helped to prepare food from the vegetable garden for a final lunch, served not on plates, but on round, green Nisturtium leaves. Fare included salad with edible flowers, goat cheese mixed with edible flowers, bread served on a bed of edible flowers... yep, you get the picture.
Kiira was a much improved camper this year, helping Dad set up the tent and sleeping bags, and enabling Dad to kick back a few with his friends after the kids were snuggled up in their sleeping bags (well, a few requests and wimpers here and there). It was a starry, chilly night after an afternoon's rain, and Kiira and her friends woke up in fine fashion, playing and running around for a heavenly game of hide-and-seek (boundless hiding options on the brushy plateau) as the parents broke camp and packed up belongings. Dad was rather proud to get everything packed up and hiked down in 1 trip, with no need for the wheel-barrow offered (sounds like something only a guy could be proud of!). As always, a good time had by all, some more good daddy-daughter bonding, and another opportunity for Evan to get mommy to himself.

Monday, May 19, 2008

To the point of my Title


Well, many of you may not know that I am not exactly grace incarnate. In fact, in one of my first blog entries I mentioned that I have a couple of friends that I compare wipe out/klutz stories with. In the recent past, I have been pretty lucky and don't have anything exciting to report. However, I have not passed on the fact that my offspring may have the same affliction as I.

Okay, okay, granted Evan is only 1 (will be 2 yrs old June 15) however, I can now say with certainty that he has some of my said klutz genes above. At home, he seems to be a multitasker. That is, he likes to grab several toys at once (grab aka clutch) and walk/play while holding them. Perhaps an older sister who likes to take things from him? Perhaps. Perhaps a male hording thing? Perhaps. Anyway.....perhaps it is because he is always looking for that next "grab" when a certain someone will come along and attempt to rip out of his hands whatever he is clutching (in that someone's defense, often it is something he has swiped from her and she is only trying to reclaim what is rightfully hers...) or perhaps it is just a head in the clouds thing. Again, who really knows. The result of all this multitasking however is a direct correlation between clutching and running into walls. Quite often my littlest will be careening around a corner, head turned back to see who is in pursuit and WHAM! right on into the wall. He does take it like a champ though and shakes it right off and continues his flight.

I really didn't think much about this trait until the other day when we were at Harbor Point Club watching Alan play tennis. Evan decided to go for a walk. Perhaps he thought it funny that I was following him. Perhaps he was thinking he was a Pied Piper of sorts and looked to see how many followers he really had. Whatever the reason, it was time enough for him to smack right into a door that was open at the fitness center. The whole front of the center is glass so people could see him coming. As his rather large noggin' sent reverberations off of the metal door, I distinctly heard someone say, "Oooo...that had to hurt." And honestly, for the first time, I realized that this was a trend.

Oh poor Evan, I'm sorry that you got that gene. Take heart though. Start keeping track at an early age and someday you will have a best seller.

I should have started long ago. Now they all blend together. Except of course for the one when I was pregnant and taking our dog Rennie to agility class (the irony is not lost on me here) and was teaching him to jump through a tire and well....SMACK! right into the pole that was holding it up. As Kiira would say (perhaps she learned this in womb) "now THAT is not a pretty picture lookin' at me!"

So this photo is really of Evan waking up but he kinda has the same look when he bounces off of walls....a little startled, not quite of his wits...and yet slightly amused. Yeah, he definitely gets that from me.

You are HOT, HOT, HOT!








Well, the weather hit some unbelievable highs this past week and I was LOVIN' it! That's what California is all about. We could actually use our darned pool (which is solar heated - hey, we live in CA after all). The kids had a blast and it made us that much more determined to actually make our "backyard" usable.

I have to admit, summer memories to me are running through some form of water - hose/sprinkler - I'm not picky. Usually in shorts and a t-shirt.
I sprayed the kids with the hose one day on our deck and another day we headed over to our friends Nancy and Gideon's where they impromptly hosted a bunch of us. It truly seemed like summer as we sat there. They turned the sprinkler on and as time went on, more people just seemed to show up. In the end, we had 6 adults and 8 kids. The kids were having a blast running through the sprinkler and the adults were enjoying the air conditioning having a nice cold beer/wine. Ahhhh....welcome summer.

Fun with pipe cleaners


Who knew? What does red, fuzzy long and twisty equal? At least an hour of fun, that's what. Kiira got a book on making different things with pipe cleaners for her birthday. Well, if anyone is wondering, we now have bracelets, caterpillers, brown bears, a house, a flower and even a duck. However, my personal favorite, for many reasons was the peace sign. First of all, where had she ever seen a peace sign? Second of all, while all the other items had been imitated out of a book, the peace sign came from her imagination. I love the fact that she was even thinking of this. Amidst the wars, the violence, even the unkindness that happens day to day between people, this little peace sign reminds me that there is hope. Perhaps if each of us had a little reminder in our lives, it would be that much better.

The balloon man.


Balloon=fun. Well, it's true. We went to a birthday party last weekend where they had a guy making balloon sculptures. Truly - there were sculptures. The kids would ask for a seemingly simple thing but the vision he created the item with was truly magical. Check out his website to see things like a real balloon couch, a balloon house and life size balloon people. www.balloonsequalfun.com

Growin' up



Well, this is a photo of Evan in his Yad b'Yad class. That is Hebrew for side by side. I did the class with Kiira when she was little and here I am again with little Ev. He is so cute as he walks in like he owns the place now.

Is is set up so it is a pre-pre-school. Parents stay and we can observe just the little miracles that can happen in the course of an hour and a half. We have been going now for about 5 months and in that time little Ev is getting closer and closer to becoming a real kid. He can now sit for even the shortest amount of time for snack (usually his favorite time) and evan a bit for storytime. Of course in my eyes, I see only the cutest face to go with whatever direction his body seems to be taking him in.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Jumpin Jack?

...no jumpin' Evan. Figured I hadn't put a video of Evan on in awhile so here goes...

May fest



Well, today was Mayfest at Kiira's school. It is so very cute to see all these little kids singing and dancing around a May pole. But, it got me thinking. What is May fest? How did it begin? Well, although i couldn't find something on Mayfest, I did find May day. Here is what I found....incidentally, Kiira is on the far right in the video-about one couple back. Everyone had white on but her skirt has red flowers if that helps. Her partner is Max. As Kiira describes him, he has "short black hair" and "he's tall".

May 1st, often called May Day, just might have more holidays than any other day of the year. It's a celebration of Spring. It's a day of political protests. It's a neopagan festival, a saint's feast day, and a day for organized labor. In many countries, it is a national holiday.

Here are a few interesting points I found...

Fertility Festivals

Some cultures, such as those found in India and Egypt, had spring fertility festivals. The Roman festival celebrating Flora, goddess of fertility, flowers, and spring, was celebrated from April 28 through May 3.
Bringing in the May

In medieval England, people would celebrate the start of spring by going out to the country or woods—"going a-maying"—and gathering greenery and flowers, or "bringing in the may." This was described in "The Court of Love" (often attributed to Chaucer, but not actually written by him) in 1561:

And furth goth all the Court, both most and lest,
To feche the floures fressh, and braunche and blome;
And namly, hawthorn brought both page and grome.
With fressh garlandes, partie blewe and whyte,
And thaim rejoysen in their greet delyt.

(For modern spellings, hold your mouse pointer over unfamiliar words.)

Another English tradition is the maypole. Some towns had permanent maypoles that would stay up all year; others put up a new one each May. In any event, the pole would be hung with greenery and ribbons, brightly painted, and otherwise decorated, and served as a central point for the festivities.

May Day was also a time for morris dancing and other dances, often around the maypole. In the 19th century, people began to braid the maypole with ribbons by weaving in and out in the course of a dance. Other later traditions include making garlands for children and the crowning of the May Queen.

Labor Day

In many countries, May Day is also Labor Day. This originates with the United States labor movement in the late 19th Century. On May 1, 1886, unions across the country went on strike, demanding that the standard workday be shortened to eight hours. The organizers of these strikes included socialists, anarchists, and others in organized labor movements. Rioting in Chicago's Haymarket Square on May 4th including a bomb thrown by an anarchist led to the deaths of a dozen people (including several police officers) and the injury of over 100 more.

The protests were not immediately successful, but they proved effective down the line, as eight-hour work days eventually did become the norm. Labor leaders, socialists, and anarchists around the world took the American strikes and their fallout as a rallying point, choosing May Day as a day for demonstrations, parades, and speeches. It was a major state holiday in the Soviet Union and other communist countries.

Labor Day is still celebrated on May 1 in countries around the world, and it is still often a day for protests and rallies. In recent years, these have often been targeted against globalization.
2006: May Day Protests Return to the U.S.

In 2006, United States once again saw widespread political action on May Day this year, centering on the subject of immigration reform. Various groups and communities, under the heading of "A Day Without Immigrants," held rallies, strikes, and consumer boycotts to support the rights of those working and living in the United States, and to protest a bill that would deport many illegal immigrants.


Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The good, the bad and the ugly


Well, I look back on the day and it seems I packed an awful lot in.
First, the good. I took Kiira to the dentist today for a checkup. All good. No cavities, good brushing technique. Evan came along as i wanted him so see what this process was all about since he will have to start coming soon too. That was good too. He got a ride in the chair and even opened wide when our dentist said, "Say ahhhhh". Good boy. Good, good boy. Remember this for later.

The bad. Looks like little Kiira will definitely need orthodontic work. It's just a matter of time.

More good. After the dentist we ran into our friend Kathy at Strawberry Village. She had her two kids and we decided to rendezvous at the local pizza joint.

More bad - after a very well behaved meal, the kids did some running around the little
square. As it was time to leave, Evan decided to act on some early terrible twos as he is prone to doing. This consisted of laying in the parking lot behind our car. Okay, okay, yes, he was in the parking lot but he was RIGHT next to the car. Seriously, he was just laying there like a 60's protester in front of a large tree that is about to be chainsawed down. Not moving. Head on the pavement. The kid has some moxi. Yes, I'm tired and I just want to go home but the sight of this is quite funny and hey, when you can't beat 'em, join 'em right? Well, as I'm coming to the end of my chuckle and am realizing I am going to have to wrestle him up without him banging his head on the concrete parking lot, a car comes zooming down the parking lot (opposite side of us). The Bee-och rolls her window down, and with my children right in earshot, says, "What the f*^& are you doing woman?!" Meanwhile, while my child IS technically laying in a parking lot, he is safely under my hands which would not let him get into harms way. I have to say I was stunned. She rolls her window back up and zooms off.
As usual, several hours later, I have thought of several witty comebacks. "Opening a massage parlor for small children." "Measuring the width of the spot in kid length" "Having my son check the moisture content of the pavement with his cheek" Duh, you IDIOT! Dealing with a two year old tantrum - what the hell does it look like I'm doing?!!! As it were at the time, my mouth just dropped open. One of these days, I will get that witty comeback when I need it.

Now home, GOOD to be home, Alan asks why Rennie was locked in the kid's bathroom. He needed some quiet time i suggest? Turns out, Ren has locked himself in there. Also, as it turns out, he has eaten a pound of butter and is not feeling well. Oh BAD, so, so, BAD!!
In a true team spirit, Alan shuttles our third kid back to the emergency vet where they now know us by name. Oh good, I don't have to go this time. Also good that it is not at midnight when i usually take him. I put the kids to bed in the meantime.
Turns out Rennie knew they'd probably induce vomiting and politely waited until he got there when he christened their floors with the various contents of his cavities. Yes, indeed they confirmed he had eaten ALOT of butter. Off he goes back home (they always throw in the bandanna as well). Since they know our dog is the scavenger chow hound and undoubtedly we will return within a month or two, this visit is on the house. Alan arrives home with good news that all is well but Mr. Ren should be on a bland diet of rice and cottage cheese for 48 hrs. It's now 8:30 pm. I realize we have neither (the India moth problem we had forced us to throw out all rice and I haven't replaced it...). Oh bad. I just don't want to have to go out at this hour. Never the less, I grab keys and Alan and I tag team. I'm off to the store for Rennie's special diet. Just another day....

The good, the bad, and now, me-the ugly at the end of the day.

ps-Feel free to post some good comebacks for above stated nasty women in my comments section....

What a day!

Saturday was just lovely. After spending some time with the family in the morning, I met my long lost friend Kim. She came up to Tiburon and we had a lovely time on the deck of Guaymas Mexican Restaurant. Off in the distance is San Francisco. Sun was shining. Did I mention gorgeous?