Thought yall might like to see how the garden is coming along. We are contemplating putting a "U-Pickum" sign in the yard to encourage others to help themselves. Our dinner list for this week looks like this: Lettuce with Peas and Spinach, Spinach with Lettuce and Peas, Peas with Spinach and Lettuce.
Owen Joe, How Does Your Garden Grow
Thought yall might like to see how the garden is coming along. We are contemplating putting a "U-Pickum" sign in the yard to encourage others to help themselves. Our dinner list for this week looks like this: Lettuce with Peas and Spinach, Spinach with Lettuce and Peas, Peas with Spinach and Lettuce.
Vacation /All I Ever Wanted/Vacation/Have to Get Away
We've just come back from a lovely week on Orcas Island, Owen's first family vacation. Owen was a champ on his first ferry ride, despite the fact that we woke him up in the wee hours of the morning (turnabout of sorts, perhaps) to make sure we made it on time. We rented a cozy house on Obstruction Pass and Owen enjoyed leisurely meals while taking in the sights of passing boats and birds and kayakers. I think John and I only welled up once when we, ourselves, saw the kayakers, knowing that it wouldn't be us this year. We both took turns getting some nice runs in on the trails in the state park and felt a wee bit nostalgic for those Before Owen days and impressed with how fit we used to be. We spent most afternoons at Cascade Lake, where the water was a chilly 65 but still warmer than the ocean waters lapping at the beach in front of the house. John and I were the oldest kids by far splashing around in the water, all other adults having sense enough to stay on the sunny beach reading a good book. Owen met many friends and admirers and was nearly kidnapped by a Washington State Ferry Employee, who spent the entire trip back playing peek-a-boo and tickling him. She didn't even mind when he laughed so hard he spit up carrot juice all over her. So, aside from having the Go-Go's song "Vacation" stuck in our heads the entire week, we had a great first family vacation on Orcas Island. I think the moment that truly made it a "family" vacation happened at the very end. We had just had a nice picnic by the water and enjoyed talking with a sweet family from Denver. Owen was yawning a bit, all according to our plan to sleep on the way home, and we had just strapped him into his car seat when the ferry whistle blew, signaling the cars to begin boarding. We settled in, sad to be leaving but happy to be going home. And then, without warning, Owen, our sweet little boy, threw up. Vomited. Projectile. Everywhere. I think it is safe to say that after three hours in the car with that aroma, no one will be enjoying strawberry yogurt in this family for a long time (and no, he didn't sleep either.)
Uncle Patrick Comes To Visit
Despite Owen's expression in this picture, we loved having Uncle Patrick come to visit. You might notice that Owen looked exactly the same in the picture with his grandpa and John. It has nothing to do with the Pyle family themselves, merely Owen's irrepressible urge to squirm and wiggle.During Patrick's visit, we ate our way through many donuts on our early morning outings and felt reaffirmed to hear someone else say, "It's only 8:30 in the morning?!" after cramming as much into the a.m. as possible to guarantee a long nap for the wee one.
Patrick fulfilled an important duty as the official "Cheerio Popper" on our walks, syncing his steps with John and endangering his fingertips to pop a tiny snack in Owen's mouth while he was in the backpack, ensuring that we could hike just a little bit further than Owen would otherwise have liked. Patrick also tickled Owen's funny bone in a way that John and I have yet to do with a side-splitting rendition of the Chicken Dance with Owen's stuffed lion. It brought on belly laughs like we have never heard before. John and I have attempted to repeat it, but Owen only hangs his head and cries, it being such a poor substitute for the real thing. I think it is pretty safe to say that Owen loves his Uncle Patrick.
Grandma and Grandpa Come to Visit
We were lucky enough to have John's parents visit us over Father's Day weekend so we could have a celebration of three generations. The preciousness of the moment was lost on Owen, who would not hold still for a picture.
Owen took a particular liking to his grandpa and bestowed upon him many wet kisses. It really is the sweetest thing, he leans in, open his mouth, and kind of sucks/licks your cheek.
Owen is much more accepting of the wet face cloth for his grandma. Especially since she brought him many fun toys and stylish clothes.
This is a little cart Owen's grandparents gave him for his birthday. It revealed to us a personality trait we have long suspected but heretofore never didn't have much proof: Owen is fiercely independent. He nearly hyperventilated he was so thrilled by the cart and the freedom it offered, but he couldn't quite steer it on his own. When we tried to offer assistance, he hit our hands away and cried hysterically. He would much rather not do it than accept any help from us.
His new little car requires minimal parental intervention and brings Owen much joy. I suspect that may also have something to do with the fact that it is a babe magnet. When Owen and I were playing outside the other day, he was overtaken by three four-year-old girls who thought his wheels were pretty hot.
Lastly, this is Owen towering on his horse, like a discriminating general, while he surveyed his minions doing yard work.
Owen took a particular liking to his grandpa and bestowed upon him many wet kisses. It really is the sweetest thing, he leans in, open his mouth, and kind of sucks/licks your cheek.
Owen is much more accepting of the wet face cloth for his grandma. Especially since she brought him many fun toys and stylish clothes.
This is a little cart Owen's grandparents gave him for his birthday. It revealed to us a personality trait we have long suspected but heretofore never didn't have much proof: Owen is fiercely independent. He nearly hyperventilated he was so thrilled by the cart and the freedom it offered, but he couldn't quite steer it on his own. When we tried to offer assistance, he hit our hands away and cried hysterically. He would much rather not do it than accept any help from us.
His new little car requires minimal parental intervention and brings Owen much joy. I suspect that may also have something to do with the fact that it is a babe magnet. When Owen and I were playing outside the other day, he was overtaken by three four-year-old girls who thought his wheels were pretty hot.
Lastly, this is Owen towering on his horse, like a discriminating general, while he surveyed his minions doing yard work.
Like Father..
As Father's Day nears, I thought it appropriate to celebrate the ways in which Owen is like his dear daddy, John. They share the same tenacity in the face of new challenges, the same sense of wonder and curiosity about the world around them, the same crazy laugh that makes everyone else laugh, and..the same love of beer?!
Hmmm..these are those things that Daddy calls "Grown Up Bottles"
Do I want to try a Porter or a Barleywine?
Do you have a bottle opener? My two teeth are a bit precious.
Hmmm..these are those things that Daddy calls "Grown Up Bottles"
Do I want to try a Porter or a Barleywine?
Do you have a bottle opener? My two teeth are a bit precious.
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