what a bunch of

                                        fancy

 

                                         bookish

                                      pickle eaters!

Brixton's buddies

When Brixton was born, my younger brother informed me "you need to make sure Brixton has his own friends. He can't just hang out with Unity's friends all the time."

 

Well Uncle Michael, we're working on it.

 

 

 

How many toddlers can you fit on one couch? Also, how many shots does it take before you get one where they are all looking at the camera? (Eleven)

 At this point there is still a lot of parallel play. When they interact with each other it's to fight over toys. But that's a form of bonding, right?

                   Speaking of bonding....Josephine was pleased to have some time with baby Theo.

               
                               And Oma was pleased to have some time with one of the twins. (I still can't tell them apart yet!)

this weekend

 

This weekend we got to hang with our pals Reuben and Cooper. Chris showed them the scooter he is working on, and then he showed them a completed scooter in the yard. After all the hustle and rush of new school and new people, it was nice to spend some time with folks we've known for so long. Because what is more relaxing then just being able to be yourself with old friends?

 

 

Finding the beat

The new song is starting. It sounds like bells ringing at exactly 8:50am. It has four part harmony.

Huge batch of granola- lasts about a week

It's a more complicated piece than this group has performed before. They have enthusiasm, but it's a little shakey. There are a few notes that go sharp, or flat. At time the piece drags and misses the beat.

Big kid rails on the bed

But it's pulling together. You can start to hear the motif winding through, holding it all together. Each performer is doing their part, adding to the noise that is starting to become something.

Solar mechanics project with Papa

Almost at that moment when it blends together to become something bigger, to become the music.

Meeting the twins

 

This weekend I got to hang out with my friend Eve who was visiting from New York. We had a great time but took no pictures of ourselves. We did however, visit Andrew and Clarice and get to meet the four week old twins. Ada and Leia were sleeping when we got there, but they both woke up and were able to greet us. So sweet, to meet these lovely little babes.

 

Brixton's first day

 

Yesterday Brixton had his first day of preschool. He was excited and totally ready.

 

He has the little brother advantage in that he already knows the school and the teachers and has been hanging around the place for the past two years.
 He did have to learn that there is a difference between being the little brother who comes at the end of the day and runs around and being a student. He was very surprised when a teacher told him to sit down during circle time.

When it was time to lie down for nap time, he got very upset and told his teachers that he was never coming back to school again. Ten minutes later he was asleep.

He is so excited to go back. "You're going to miss me." he says. "and when you get me, I'll tell you all my things."

Ok big kid. It's a deal.

Vacation part two

It was just a few days ago but it already seems so far away, now that we are packing lunches and catching buses and trying not to lose our backpacks. (Brixton tried to go to bed with his backpack last night. I don't recommend it.)

 

 

But you know, there was this. and it was all amazing.

 

 

 

Catch you next time beach.

Yarn along-vacation edition

The book is 90s rocker Kristin Hersch's memoir Rat Girl. The pattern is Meghan McFarlane's Shalom cardigan. The yarn is Noro Karuta from Japan and it's divine. (silk, wool, cotton blend.) The landscape is the Oregon coast and it is even more beautiful than it looks.

Linking up with Ginny for Yarn Along.

Vacation all I ever wanted

 

We just got back from the most amazing weekend get-away. I'm running ou of adjectives just trying to describe it. The house, the beach, the company. It was just what a vacation should be.

We were on the Oregon Coast, in a beach house just a short walk from the ocean. The stair-step cousins- age 6 (in a week), 5, 4 (in two months) and 3 (in a month)  shared a room.

 

 

And then we had this:

 

What more could one want?