Horse Play

We mentioned that while we were gone, mima and papa stayed with the boys - sounds like they had a wonderful (if often light-on-sleep) time together! They got to go see Thomas the Tank Engine at his annual Day Out, which Zachary has suddenly had renewed interest in for the past few weeks (specifically requesting to watch "old Thomas" as opposed to the fully animated 2010 and newer episodes), and which Owen loves as well ("ta-tahh!"). The boys did great, though unlike Zachary's first experience last year with the costumed Sir Topham Hatt, Owen's response this year was apparently to get sad and tell him to go "buh bye").

They also went to a friend's birthday party at a local farm/park, where Zachary got to take his very first ride on a real pony (he and Owen have had plenty of practice on the rocking horse grandma got for them). He apparently enjoyed it a lot, and now often asks me if I can put the pictures of "Zachary on a pony" on the TV. Huge huge thanks to mima and papa for watching the boys and giving them such a fun and special week!

Owen's vocabulary continues to expand by leaps and bounds -- he already has a few three word sentences. A sampling that Meh collected:

• bah-fah (brother)
• boo cah (blue car)
• Ah wah beewee (I want strawberries)
• Oh no!
• Uh oh boobeewee (dropping blueberries)
• kookah (cupcake (of course))
• Yeah! (he says this very happily and emphatically, often nodding his head)

According to the dutiful blog date calculator that took me embarassingly long to program, Owen turned 500 days old yesterday -- it's still amazing that time has flown so quickly! But I think that marks enonugh of a milestone that we can transition him to years/months/days like his big brother. So "buh-bye" day counter, and happy 501st day to the littlest man!

Lon-done

And just like that, our delightful week in the UK has come to a close. It was a wonderful time with a *lot* of activity (and yet pretty relaxing), but we're very much looking forward to getting back to the boys. We actually got to chat with them yesterday, and Owen is saying more and more - he sat happily, pointed at the monitor, and talked about mommy and daddy. Zachary was similarly happy to see, enumerate ("mommy and daddy and mima and owen and..."), and talk to us.
Yesterday morning we went to the excellent Borough Market, where we not only had breakfast (Meh hunted down a legendary Chelsea bun, and I had a chocolate croissant [both pictured]) and coffee/hot chocolate, but also grabbed the makings of a picnic lunch (including a lovely official market burlap sack): several pot pies (mine were from an excellent all-vegetarian stand), tarts, a wedge of cheese, fresh cherries, and fresher strawberries.
We then ignored the forecasts for rain (or at least presumed it would be the misty stuff we get in Seattle) and decided to catch a train for Hever Castle, which in addition to being a fun tour and (yet more) beautiful gardens, was supposed to be having jousts and other summery Renaissance Faire-type activities. The rain grew heavier as we made our way out to the countryside, and when we left the train station, we realized that the "lovely pedestrian footpath" our guidebook had described were now muddy pastures -- and full of liquefying cow and sheep droppings to boot. So, after getting thoroughly soaked crossing one field (to the amusement of some grazing sheep), we decided to just take the paved country road to the castle. Not much improvement, as there were standing puddles on a road roughly three quarters of a car wide with no shoulder. One gracious elderly driver waved me past lest he drench me ("I wouldn't want to whiz on you"), and Meh and I traded our sole umbrella back and forth.

We made it intact to the castle grounds, appreciating some impressive bird-shaped sculpted bushes, and stopping immediately at the gift shop to purchase a second umbrella before queuing for the castle tour itself. After shaking off the rain, we did enjoy the self-guided indoor tour, full of Anne Boleyn paraphernalia and other historical artifacts alongside the renovated (but period-like) 1980s wood paneling. We were both amused to notice one of the docents was reading the quite appropriate (but fictional) The Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn. Then we toured the gardens in the continuing rain (a highlight being an enormous and extremely fragrant rose garden), and eventually had our picnic overlooking a lovely man-made lake. Soaked to the bone, we decided to forego the jousting and archery we heard in the distance and head back for the train, trying to dry off a bit at the station.
We got back into the city in time for a final stroll through Covent Garden, stopping off at the fun London Transport Museum gift shop (Meh had already gotten the boys double decker bus t-shirts, toys, and several period posters for us, but we browsed the various tube-themed mugs, pencils, etc. My favorite: purses and bags made from the same fabric used to cover the carriage seats) before walking up to dinner at an Italian restaurant run by a certain celebrity chef. Tuckered out, we returned to our hotel and packed for the early taxi back to the airport.

Our return itinerary took us through the same JFK terminal we left from after our New York trip less than (yikes) three weeks ago. It seemed a fitting end to the journey and our major summer travel when Meh spotted a yummy cupcake that we shared along with our sandwich lunches while we waited for the flight back to Seattle.

VIPs behaving badly

The week has flown by, and we've been having an amazing time. Meh spent several days visiting with friends T and B with their son T, including a lovely tour of the stunning Wisley Gardens and Grey's Court while I had meetings and setup for my conference. I got to meet M and K on their last night in London for dinner at my favourite Thai spot here -- M and K had eaten (and cooked!) at their home office in Thailand -- which still features a giant indoor forest and a substantial coi pond (but alas, apparently no longer the lilies given to female guests upon exit). My conference went well, and Meh enjoyed a surreal performance experience at the Barbican with friend N.

While my conference wrapped up today, Meh visited the Garden Museum, the Silver Vaults and discovered what may be her favourite new spot to have tea. (She thought she even spotted Natalie Portman having tea at the same time, but friends and paparazzi suggest it may have been someone else.) At long last, tonight was our first evening back together since our anniversary dinner, and N's brother-in-law had fabulously snagged us some tickets to a show at Somerset House, overlooking the Thames. We went to grab the tickets a little bit before the show, and were greeted with VIP passes! There was an entire separate outdoor area of couches, a full bar, a handful each of free drink tickets, and apparently license to come and go to the show itself through a private entrance (even carrying our drinks - things that likely wouldn't fly at an outdoor US venue). So we happily went up to the bar and Meh announced she would like a glass of champagne. The bartender gave a big smile and a "very good, madame", which should have been our first warning sign. He then tore the foil off and popped the cork off a fresh bottle, pulled out a bucket, filled it with ice, and placed two glasses on top. Meh started trying to offer him our tickets, and he gave us an "are you kidding?" look (followed by actually saying "Are you kidding?") Apparently champagne was not covered by these drink tickets, and it was a cash bar (insert irony here, since it was a concert sponsored by American Express). And yup, I didn't have enough cash at hand to cover the cost of the champagne. Mildly mortified, we apologetically fled to the street in search of an ATM. By the time we returned, the champagne had apparently (and thankfully) been snapped up by someone else, so we quietly grabbed and meekly sipped our drink ticket single serving plastic bottles of white wine before heading into the concert.

The concert itself was tons of fun -- Somerset House has a large interior courtyard where the concert was held, with fun lighting for both the stage and the walls of the building itself. Ellie Goulding had apparently recently played/recorded in Seattle (and had been on Saturday Night Live a few weeks before that), but this was a homecoming for her, and the crowd (and we) loved every minute of the show. Hooray for a fun Friday night date night out! Yes, even if we turned into pumpkins before she'd completed her set; we had a nice stroll back to the hotel and then a late evening (early afternoon there) chat with mima to catch up on the boys' day.

London Calling

It's been a delightful visit to London-town and greater England! After a long but thankfully uneventful flight (which even featured the film Meh and I had tried to see last weekend before realizing it was long out of the theaters), followed by a tube ride interrupted by bus replacement service, we arrived at our hotel and dropped our things before setting off to rediscover Covent Garden. 30 minutes later, Meredith had her first cupcake of the trip. And when we returned to our hotel a few minutes later, we were greeted with a welcoming second cupcake. Lunch taken care of, we had a somewhat relaxed unwind before heading back out to friends N and S's house for S's lovely birthday barbecue. We had a great time, and conked out soundly when we got back to the hotel.
On Monday, we got to meet up with friends M and K, on their final leg of a European trip and their own first time out from daughter N. We hit a ton of favorites with them: lunch at our favourite vegetarian place, several productive shopping locations, a rest in Trafalgar Square, a stroll through Hyde Park, and a very civilised afternoon tea. We had just enough time to stop back at their hotel before heading out for the evening's activity, a visit to the very unique Dennis Severs' House, somewhere between a 19th Century-inspired museum, a drama, and a still-life portrait. Definitely quite a unique experience, enjoyed in silence per the docent's (apparently a friend of Dennis) instructions.
Today was a working day for me, consisting of trains and taxis out to the countryside followed by meetings, so Meh explored Hampton Court Palace with M and K. The two of us met back up in the evening for our anniversary dinner (I'll be working again tomorrow, and Meh will be spending the next day and a half visiting friends T and B and their son T out in Redding). It was a lovely seafood place right near the hotel; we ended up sitting at the oyster bar, which was great fun for watching all of the interesting food preparations. Everything was extra tasty; our favourite part was the Scandinavian Ice Berries for dessert - frozen berries served on a plate drizzled with hot melted white chocolate. Yum!

Through the magic of technology, we've actually gotten to chat several times with Mima and even had a video chat with the boys. Somehow in the few days that we've been gone, Owen has had a seemingly continuous language explosion, and was saying hi to us while running in and out of the camera's view. He was also giving Zachary giant neck-twisting head hugs, which Z accepted in a resigned manner. Both boys seemed happy to see us, though O was overdue for a nap and eventually had a bit of a meltdown -- hard to end a video conversation with our boys in anything less than a happy state, but we know they're having a blast with mima and papa, and are looking forward to seeing pictures of their adventures in our absence. But for now, time for sleep!

Putting a little English on it

It's mommy and daddy's first extended road trip away from the boys -- after a flurry of preparation (including a photo shoot with the boys yesterday), today we are on a plane to London! Well, technically we're on a plane to Minneapolis (hence the internet), where despite keeping the same flight number, we'll be changing gates, planes, and crews, and connecting onward to Heathrow. We left a happy pair of boys with mima, and a full weekend/week of activities to hopefully keep them occupied and entertained: Thomas the train, Z starting his summer school program, a birthday party, and a host of activities. Now about that sleep bit, we can only hope.

This is Meh's first trip to her favourite country in more than four years, and we've been planning a full week of activities, both new and revisited. Friends M & K are similarly engaged in their own international trip away while M's parents watch their daughter N, so we're hoping to catch up with them on Monday. I'll actually be working much of the time, both in meetings and presenting at/coordinating a conference -- but I'm not too worried, as Meh always finds amazing things to see and do.

I did get to give Meh an early anniversary present (this coming Wednesday!) on the plane; over the years I've made her a series of increasingly silly and elaborate books, starting with my proposal (a spoof in the style of Alice in Wonderland) and continuing with many anniversaries since. This year I opted for a take off on the Time Out travel guide, once again littered with inside jokes (the National Digital Portrait Gallery for the slideshow that keeps the Xbox busy, Zachary charging letter cookies for the use of the outdoor playhouse as a hotel, etc.) and even a "subway" map in the style of the London Underground.

One more milestone before I forget: Owen had his very first haircut earlier this week (and Zachary had his trimmed as well). Some sadness, but a successful cute cut (and reduced sadness for Z as well -- the at home haircut may be the way to go!).

Table for three

When mommy left for work this morning, Owen grabbed one of the flags she'd patriotically placed around the house and began waving it around happily. Such a wholesome American little man. With Meh working until mid-afternoon, I tried to plan an eventful day with the boys to avoid cabin fever. Thankfully the weather cooperated, with a nice sunny and warm day - finally the Northwest seems to have acknolwedged (if not fully embraced) summer! The boys and I first went to our favorite economy size store (where Owen pointed out balloons, and Zachary noticed a few burnt out overhead lights), and did some speed trials on the way back to the car:

Then we visited a nice local park (where we alternated between strolling, watching a few soccer games [Owen: "Ball! Ball!"], and playing on and around playground equipment. It was getting on towards lunchtime, and friend E is in town visiting, so we rang her to see if she wanted to join us at a local fine dining establishment. She and friends K, J, and their girls N and A were hanging out and agreed to join us. The schedules coordinated, the boys and I played a little bit more (Z crashed a birthday party's reserved picnic shelter to go check out a fun fountain) before heading out to lunch.

Alas, we didn't think to coordinate which instance of this chain restaurant to meet at -- and of course, as we later learned, picked different locations. And to top it off, I'd left my cell phone in the car and wasn't about to drag the boys back outside to retrieve it. So with no way to confirm what I suspected, we waited for twenty minutes (I kept a queue of kids' orders coming) and then decided to just have a nice boys meal together. While Owen tried several times to climb onto the table, both boys had a great time dining out with daddy, and I can happily say that everyone ate something and nobody cried. (I've had less success than that with some home meals!)

Here come the brides

Meh and my whirlwind weekend (or in Meh's case, roughly 26 hours) in New York has wrapped up and we're on the flight home as we speak (ah, the joys of in-flight internet). While of course personalized to the grooms and brides involved, both weddings were fabulous, beautiful, and really enjoyable. J and J had a lovely outdoor wedding ceremony (the rain threatened, but thankfully never came) featuring, in addition to a now somewhat more familiar and very smartly dressed wedding party, a married couple of incredible Broadway singers (she's apparently the only woman to play all three lead roles in Les Mis) performing an amazing song for the married couple. The reception was tons of fun as well, starting off in the museum's giant dinosaur/mastodon exhibit (a setting even Zachary would enjoy) before moving upstairs to a fabulous reception and dancing with all sort of great music (I realized that the pop tunes of my youth are indeed now "oldies"). The after party was back at the hotel, where another wedding party and bride/groom were celebrating as well - a hopping night in Rochester!

The next morning, I was back on a plane to meet Meh in New York City. My brother and sister-in-law had graciously invited her over for breakfast and a post-redeye nap, and we all met up to check in and then grab lunch near our ridiculously posh hotel (I often stay at their sister hotel in London, so they sent us a comp! A $2 hotel bill [couldn't escape the city's hotel tax apparently] in Manhattan: priceless).
Then Meh scored a lovely updo while the three of us perused Soho and Little Italy. Then a quick trip back to the hotel, hopping into our finest before grabbing a cab (only slightly delayed by the hectic but festive Pride Parade) then a train followed by another cab, landing at a Long Island synagogue. The ceremony was lovely and traditional, and there was much separate dancing afterwards with a fun band performing nearly exclusively in Hebrew and Yiddish. And of course the incredible kosher smorg beforehand (I could eat anything in the room, hooray!) was impressive, though I was particularly blown away when they opened some sliding wall panels to reveal a 100+ foot long dessert table (all pareve) at the end of the meal. Oy, such options! C was the happiest of all, dancing, smiling, and laughing all night long - a lovely and energetic bride!

Somebodies getting married

It has arrived, our hectic weekend of back-to-back cross-state New York weddings! I flew out yesterday to Rochester, New York (passing over at least three other Rochesters in the air), and arrived in time to crash my college friend J's rehearsal dinner -- I'd been planning to just meet up with folks afterwards, but she insisted I come on by. Not knowing a soul at the wedding, J introduced me to her fabulous wedding party friends, and it was great to get to know and hang out with such fun folks; now I'll actually know a few people at the wedding tomorrow!
Today I played tourist in the morning, visiting the George Eastman House, which is both a crazy large mansion and an acre of photography-focused museum and lovely manicured gardens. While I was sad to not share it with Meh (she's still at home, on the redeye out tonight to meet up with me in Manhattan for tomorrow's wedding), it was definitely a fun way to spend a few hours. They had a really interesting Normal Rockwell exhibit (showing how he basically acted like a human Photoshop before image processing software, taking a host of separately photographed elements and piecing them together into his illustrations), and the mansion itself was quite impressive, featuring among other things an exhibit on his attempts to create a 13-month year and a fun bunch of player piano rolls for the
giant organ in his safari solarium (I know). The weather actually held for the most part as I wandered over to one of J and J's favorite Rochester lunch spots. Now I'm back at the hotel, getting ready for the wedding tonight. Congrats in advance to J and J, and congrats a day in advance to C and B!

Self-named

Owen's language explosion continues - he can point at many things and say something roughly equivalent to a one-to-two-syllable version of it. And as of a few days ago, he can say his name as well! We have a cycle of pictures that we play through on the TV for the boys, and Owen saw himself, pointed, and said "oo-wah!" Here's one performance:


Here he was talking about the slide ("lah-dih") when we visited the park earlier that day:

And he thinks certain random words or word noises are hilarious:

Closing Ceremonies

Zachary's been really enjoying his weekly gym class (he goes on the one day per week when he doesn't have school), where he's learned to tumble, walk the balance beam, hold himself up on the uneven bars, and generally had a great time running and dancing around to the music. Yesterday was the last class before summer break, so they had a graduation ceremony of sorts. First the kids were supposed to be announced and run through an arch to much parental applause. The girl before him didn't want to do it, but Z enjoyed the welcome (in his own inimitable way):

Owen had a great time at gym, wanting to crawl and toddle around, and insisting that every foam wedge must be a slide. Here he is trying to scoot down one while saying "go!":

The kids did a series of other demonstrative activities for the parents(which Z actually wasn't so into), but he did a fabulous job on the balance beam (even with a nice vault off) when nobody was watching:

Movin' on up

Owen loves his pushcart (though he only really gets to successfully play with it while Zachary is at school), and has particularly enjoyed making it into a bit of a pram.

And on the topic of school, Zachary's morning classes wrapped up on Friday, and his afternoon ones are all done at the end of this week -- what will he do with all of the extra hours and no yellow bus to look forward to?

When we put Zachary to bed at night, sometimes he's up for some time -- we'll hear him reading books, singing songs to himself, occasionally opening his blinds and looking outside, commenting on how he's snuggling with or hugging his blankie, and so on. I try to check in on him a little while after we don't hear anything from him to make sure he's actually asleep (sometimes he's still just quietly reading). Last night, I peeked into his room -- and found that he wasn't in his bed. Nor was he on the ground (thankfully I've only seen him conk out on the ground once or twice). But before I could contemplate him sleeping in the closet or one of his drawers, I spotted him -- sleeping in the top bunk of his bunk bed. The ladder for the bunk faces the wall, so the best I can figure he climbed up there via his bookcase. Not exactly the most safe, so we'll likely have to rearrange the room, but I'll likely take the opportunity to turn the bed around so he can access the top bunk the correct way. Tonight, I specifically asked him if he wanted to sleep on the top or bottom bunk, and he requested the top - so I hoisted him up there and he happily snuggled and fell asleep pretty quickly. We'll just have to keep a close ear out in the morning to fetch him when he wakes up - little monkey man!

Jurassic Park

Today was Zachary's class field trip to the zoo! All four of us went along, and Meh and I got to wear bright orange "Chaperone" stickers. Not sure if it's the time of year or just the specific day, but there were a serious number of kids' classes descending on the zoo at opening time - we counted seven buses arriving before even entering the zoo proper. The weather was cool and overcast, which some of the zoo docents indicated would be a plus for getting the animals out and about; thankfully the rain held until our drive home.

Our first stop was the gorillas, and it was very special to be the only people approaching their enclosure at the time; two of them were eating, and Zachary and Owen both enjoyed watching them for a bit. When we continued to another viewing area (where several more were still cozily snoozing in curled up balls), another of the gorillas actually turned toward us and started interacting with Zachary. I think (hope?) it was a friendly human-imitative gesture:

We also saw tapirs, elephants, penguins, a peacock, and a variety of other animals - more pictures here. But of course Z's favorite part of the park was the dinosaur exhibit they've got going on all summer. Animatronics with noises (and some even "spit" water) and a good sense of scale (some 1:1, most 1:2) had Zachary looping through the exhibit a good three times before we exited. Of course it ends in a gift shop, and both boys were checking out little toy dinosaurs, though thankfully when we said it was time to go, they just "cleaned up" by putting the toy dinosaurs back in the bucket intact.

Song Catchers

Both boys' love of music continues to be on display - the first thing we often hear from Zachary's room when he wakes up in the morning is him either whispering or belting a series of his favorite songs. Meanwhile, Owen is becoming more and more aware of music in the world around him; when Zachary sings Popcorn, Owen joins in for a final "paka!" (popcorn). And yesterday in the car while running errands, he started saying "bah!" (bus) for the Yellow Bus song, and "bvn!" (balloon) for Where Do They Make Balloons.

Both boys continue to do great at their swimming lessons. Zachary's teacher got him to start wearing his goggles (at first hesitatingly, but yesterday he specifically asked me to put them on him before he even got in the water!) and he's doing even better with diving for toys, floating face down while holding his breath, and paying attention to the teacher. I was very proud yesterday when at one point the goggles came off and he specifically and politely asked the teacher for help in getting them back on - go Mr. Z!

We heard about a "Touch a Truck" event today and decided to check it out before Meh had to work. Apparently these actually happen pretty frequently, and when we got there, we could see why: it's a pretty low impact event involving a variety of large vehicles parked in a parking lot, where kids get to walk around them or go sit inside of them (often getting to honk the horn). Bonus points to Molly Moon's for bringing their attractively brown and blue pastel colored ice cream truck (no climbing on it, just buying ice cream at 10 in the morning). Zachary and Owen were both very excited, with Owen pointing at most every big rig, crane, ambulance, cement mixer, or garbage truck, and saying "buh!" (bus). The only vehicles he identified differently were the backhoe and front loader, which were both "dada" (digger).

Unfortunately the lines to actually hop aboard were pretty long (and I wasn't sure Z would ever want to get out once he got in!), so we mostly walked around. Z scored a giant poster of trucks that accompanied/distracted from dinner time this evening, along with a few colorful rubber bracelets. Big win for the boys! Afterwards, we had a little time before Meh had to work and grabbed some sushi-go-round; Owen ate the cucumber bits out of some kappa maki and sunomono, and Zachary talked about (but declined to try) the noodle and fish plates that paraded by. A very full day before noon!

Cooking by the book

One of Zachary's (and now Owen's) favorite book series is the Frances the Badger series. Meh even scored points with the boys by discovering the audio book rendition of a few stories from the series, delivered fabulously by the actress who played the suffragette mother Mrs. Banks in the Mary Poppins film. Now almost every time we get in the car, Zachary happily asks for "Frances stories!"

So clearly the book and CD gets a lot of mileage, and we've always thought the description of the "chompo bar" Frances gets her sister for her birthday sounded pretty darn yummy. Earlier this week, Meh decided to actually make it - and the results were indeed extra tasty. For those keeping score at home, it's nougat (I'm a particular fan of the UK pronunciation "noo-gah") covered in caramel covered in chocolate covered in nuts - like some kind of nutty Milky Way. And of course Meh made it all from scratch. Zachary still hasn't ventured a bite, though Owen is a huge fan. Hooray for the amazing concoctions of Meh, and thanks to author Russell Hoban for inventing the concept!

You should see the other guy

Zachary was so happy to be back at school yesterday (after a week absence with teacher in-services and Memorial Day) that he was almost out the door before I could even get my shoes on to walk him out. My favorite is still when he runs on board and picks his seat. While it used to almost always be the same third row driver's side window seat, lately he's been mixing it up, including passenger side seats and even the occasional aisle. Craziness.
Mystery of mysteries: yesterday afternoon Z came off the bus with a few knicks and scratches on his face. Meh called his teachers, who reported no incidents or injuries at school, so best we can tell he either got himself or got clawed by another bus passenger -- the bus driver didn't hear him get upset, and for his part, he himself seemed like he could care less, smiling when mommy got him off the bus, and ticklishly giggling when she cleaned the scrapes.

Recount

Lately Zachary has been working on his counting, often commenting on toys, cars, flowers, cookies, and so on. Usually he does a fabulous job, pointing at each item, saying the number, and moving on to the next item. But sometimes he gets into a bit of a loop and comes back to the same objects. The other day he had something like 16 gears that he was playing with (by the way, hooray for that daddy favorite toy coming back into vogue after a long absence!), and decided to count them.

Z: "...twenty eight, twenty nine, twenty ten, twenty eleven..." (Again, actual number: sixteen.)

Super cute though. The weather has finally been starting to turn to "spring" on occasion here, so the boys spend increasing time playing out in the yard. Owen likes the swing on occasion (not nearly as much as Zachary), though he much prefers to climb up and down the mildly treacherous-looking stone stairs between the upper and lower yard.
He also decided that rocks looked interesting enough to try to eat; once I explained (and he had sampled one before I fished it out), he decided to instead pick them up and give them to daddy. Zachary for his part has rediscovered his collection of outdoor vehicles; occasionally there's even some nice sharing, though there are plenty of, um, "teaching moments". But by and large, they're having a great time in the great outdoors, and it's wonderful for the boys to get some good unrestricted outdoor play time in between our frequent stroller-constrained neighborhood loops.

Walkout

First, Owen set a new sequential steps record this past week:

In more recent news, it's Memorial Day weekend, which means the Northwest Folklife Festival at the Seattle Center! Meh's Balkan women's choir had performances both yesterday and today. (You can hear yesterday's here - scroll down to Dunava.) The boys, mima, and I accompanied her yesterday, hoping to have an improved experience over last year's rendition, where poor mima had to cut across the entire auditorium with a crying Owen right as the set started. This year things went much better; the occasionally sad kids were not Owen, and mima and he had a great time smiling and listening to mommy's group rock the Balkan house.

Zachary, on the other hand, wasn't a fan of the venue and decided as they were getting ready to start that he wanted to go "this way!", pointing toward the exit. So he and I ended up spending most of the set roaming around the outdoor food areas, watching the monorail arrive and depart, and listening to the bagpipes (which he liked much better) -- I did walk him back inside twice, but both times he insistently pointed back towards the great outdoors.

While Meh's group had been warming up, mima and I hunted for lunch with the boys. The "faire food" has certainly improved in quality there in recent years, and this time we stumbled upon a shockingly good vegetarian food cart. Unfortunately it's based in Oregon, so I may never find out the secret of their amazingly good vegan cheesesteak - I'm tempted to e-mail them and ask for the recipe. I was wearing Owen while we strolled Zachary, and he started making like a little bird when he saw me eating it -- I offered him some, and he proceeded to chow down on several goodly sized bites of mima and my shared sandwich (we also split a decent veggie reuben).

Tell us about it

The milestones keep coming fast and furious for Mister O. He's discovered the pushcart and likes to cart it around:
And he's taking more and more steps in a row -- 3, 4, even 5 on occasion.
He's also getting more and more communicative and expressive, picking up bits of words (my favorite, though I know it shouldn't be, is his "neh" with head shaking, which means "no"), pointing at various things and taking about them, crowing when he finds and removes his shoes and socks while in the car seat, giggling at my faces, and talking emphatically about Zachary ("zjada!") whenever he see him. I'm still quite particular to the way he smiles and says "mama" when he sees mommy after a day (or period of 10 minutes, whichever comes first) without her.

Meanwhile, Z continues to sing some pretty darn adorable songs that we don't entirely recognize, whether in the car, on the couch, in the bath, or at the dining room table. Some come from the boys' nanny, others from school, and occasionally they turn out to be songs we know but just didn't pick up on Z's artistic interpretation until he starts singing along with the music in the car. This one comes from school -- we think:

(You can also hear his rendition of the beginning of this song here.)

A Ferry Good Time

Meredith's choir had a special concert today out in Port Townsend -- and a ferry opportunity isn't one the boys like to miss, so we all came along. It definitely didn't disappoint, and both boys were excited by the combination of lots of vehicles, driving onto a boat, and getting to move real fast. The destination even added a trip across another of Washington's floating bridges (who knew they had more -- and apparently this one's the third longest in the world?).

The performance itself was a little more challenging, kicking off after we'd been there for a bit and the boys were starting to get antsy. Zachary was in particular displeased with both the applause and the other kids playing with toys that he'd claimed as his own, so there was a fair amount of juggling to try to hear bits of the concert without meltdowns and pushing. But all in all, the boys had a great time, and as usual, the girls were fabulous - we're looking forward to hearing more at Northwest Folklife later this month!

Mommy's Day

Happy belated mother's day to all of our motherly readers! Meh and mima had a busy (but hopefully fun?) one with the boys. Things kicked off nicely for the weekend with Zachary coming home with a card and flower that he'd made in school.

On Saturday, Z had swimming lessons, where he's now moved up to the class level where the parents no longer go in the pool with them. While he's been a little upset (so has the other little boy) at the beginning of the first few classes, he's been doing great once he gets over the initial transition. He does enjoy glancing out of the pool, making sure I'm around, and saying "Hi Daddy" (barely intelligible in the below):

On Mother's Day proper, mima and papa had us over for a lovely brunch before Meh had to work. The boys had a great time suh-nuggling with mima while she read one of Z's favorites. It was a very lovely time!

I'll close with this video of Owen, who continues to covet coziness enough to leave little doubt as to whose son he might be: