Swinter

Man, that four days of rain last week totally sucked. I definitely prefer this 75 degree late winter sunshine gig.

Clear sky tower.

I know, I know, we NEED the rain and it's VERY IMPORTANT. All kinds of critical things like drought and low water levels and global warming and climate change. I 1% totally get it and 99% say nuts to all that, bring on the warm and bright and mood enhancing giddiness! Summer in the Winter FOREVER! It's like this, only not this...exactly like this, but the total opposite:

Loser

Tooth NUMBER FIVE came out on Friday. So that's a nice row of three teeth across the front top gone. My six year old now bears a striking resemblance to the jack o' lantern that he carved last fall...

I'm Still Standing

Yup, still standing. Standing, lifting, sitting, and...weaving! Nearly. Preparing to weave. More specifically, winding my warp and soon to be threading my heddles because I got a loom last week! And I have been completely consumed by the joy of what's to come--oh the blankets and table runners and general wooliness that await me! It's been nearly six years since I STUPIDLY sold my little Le Clerc jack loom, and I've let life and four flights of stairs stop me from righting that wrong.

But no more. I am victorious!

Rain

It's not about the rain. It's not about the drought or the trees or the daffodils. It is 100% about the puddles

What Is Hip

I just love me some Sutro Tower. A great perk from my "new" job (nearly six months!) is seeing the tower every morning at break. I walk past the Potrero Division Muni building and down the street to Coffee Bar, all the while gazing at the magesty.

Tower with no top.

Tower with no bottom.

No tower.

Next generation tower lover. 

Greatest Hits

T-ball is back! After the kiddo's first practice of the year got rained out, we attended a parent-player clinic yesterday. Two hours of hitting, catching, throwing and having a blast...I think it's going to be a great year for the T-ball Dodgers.

Jenny

Listening to the Mountain Goats' 2002 album All Hail West Texas. Such a great album for folding laundry!

Put A Little Love In Your Heart

Who remembers this guy? You know, the dishwasher puppy who grew to be a 70 pound lap dog? The doorknob eatingest, car chewingest, blockade destroyingest dog in the world?

I do. And I miss him like crazy. That pink nosed monster was easily the neediest, most destructive dog I've ever known, but oh what a lover. And the didn't just like be me the way a dog lives a person who has a piece of bacon in their hand. He loved me with entirety of his giant doggie soul, and I'm pretty sure I'll never be loved that way by any other dog.

Burning Down The House

Recipe for an awesome Sunday

Take one out-of-town friend and place in house.

Add a handful of local but rarely seen pals from all over the Bay Area.

Gently blend in bourbon, beer, and wine until frothy.

Combine with chili, chips, dip, Greek salad and one dozen donuts.

Simmer in medium heat in hot tub. Remove when thoroughly cooked and arrange around fire pit.

Sprinkle liberally with giggles.

Enjoy!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

My boss taped this one to my monitor the other day. He's got me pegged!

Celebration

The was some sort of wishing board outside the kiddos classroom today...

You and me both, kid. 

Don't we all!

Yum!

Checkers Speech

The kiddo and I spent the President's Day holiday in San Francisco with my in-laws, touring the Presido and talking about the soldiers who used to live there. Canons, barracks, munitions...everything is an army thing to this kid. At 6, he knows more about the military than I'll ever know about how to properly do laundry (sorry about that sweater, Max).

We had lunch at Burma Superstar in the Inner Richmond--noodles, noodles and more noodles. A fun, playful, delicious, beautiful day with great company. Hooray for presidents!

Most Likely You Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine

Turkey Sandwich does NOT like the division that has been delivered upon our household by the Little League powers that be. Not. One. Bit.

A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours

Who spent the morning installing bluetooth mood lighting around the hot tub? My boys are the best. Now I can spend the evening in the jacuzzi, watching the rain clouds roll in, listening to Morrissey. Strangeways, here we come!

Stubborn Love

Getting some puppy love from my Turkey Sandwich. It's easier said than done; she is just not much of a cuddler. You see, it's hard to be on duty when the humans have their arms around you. And if you're not on duty, well, we all know what could happen. THE SQUIRRELS COULD TAKE OVER EVERYTHING.

Schitzophrenia

Just got our little league team assignment. It's going to be a weird season.

It Don't Come Easy

For those special days when you just don't feel like blogging, but you're determined to post something every day...classic kid pictures!

Full Belly Farm, August 2010

What Is Hip

Floating tower this morning on the way to Coffee Bar.

*love*

In Five Years Time

Sigh. Five years ago, to the day. I miss these guys. Best dog ever, best awful dog ever, and best toddler ever. And best footie pajamas ever.

Smile, Darn Ya, Smile!

And then this happened:

Luckily, he totally bought my story about the Tooth Fairy retiring...that's why he/she left $20 last time. The kiddo had been the Tooth Fairy's last exchange, you see, after a long and illustrious career. So the Tooth Fairy felt it fitting to leave his/her last tooth transaction with an exceptionally generous trade. But the Tooth Fairy's replacement, of course, wasn't so flush--you know, being an entry level Tooth Fairy and all--so he shouldn't expect another big bill under his pillow next time.

It turns out that five singles under his pillow on Sunday morning was just fine. We had one happy kid on our hands; one toothless, ruthless, giant little kid on our hands.

Not this guy:

Those teeth are long gone. By the way, can someone please explain how this picture could possibly have been five years ago? Holy shit.