Clothes Out

Our now-seasoned travelling boys were excited and ready for this weekend's trip to Maryland for my cousin M's wedding. As Z pointed out frequently in the weeks beforehand, it was also an opportunity to go "get on another airplane" and a "space shuttle bus" to go see "Aunt I, Uncle S, Uncle B, Aunt J, Bubbie, Cousin M, Cousin M, Grandma, and J" (recited in various permuations, of course with names spelled out). He was also talking about getting to see Nanny and Poppy there, so I'm not entirely sure if he was just demonstrating his family tree knowledge. Anyway, there was a difficulty multiplier on the flight this time around: it was during the daytime (so we had to be ready for both boys to be wide awake), and there was also a snuggish connection. The boys actually did a great job all around, loving the flights as well as the stopover in Detroit. O traversed this particular course about 10 times: And no, running around the moving walkways and towing his own suitcase apparently did nothing to burn off energy, as he was chatting and asking for entertainment the entire second leg as well. It was still pretty darn cute (if perhaps not fully FAA compliant) to see him stand up on his seat, turn around, and smile or talk to Zachary or daddy during the flight.

We landed without incident in Charm City, and after collecting our luggage, got to experience their convenient light rail system straight into the city. Z was thrilled to get on the tall train, though he quickly lost energy as the train departed and likely would've fallen asleep if O hadn't kept tackle/snuggling his brother. One more form of transportation for the first night: from the train (which dropped us right outside of a very hopping Camden Yards with the Yankees in town to play the Orioles), we got to hop a "red taxi van!" to our hotel.

The hotel (and the whole area of Fell's Point) is among the oldest in the city, with cobblestone streets and buildings that seem nearly as they must've been several hundred years ago. The area also has more than a hundred pubs, and clearly no less than ninety of those were situated right outside of our not-entirely-soundproofed hotel room. We settled in, had bathtime, and Z discovered his favorite perspective: climbing into the wide windowsills and looking down onto the passing people and vehicles (occasionally announcing those that seemed the most interesting to him). O of course had to imitate his big brother.

Meh and I did a quick unpack, and discovered my epic fail: as we'd been getting ready to head out of the house that morning, I'd realized that the suitcase's retractable handle was broken. Quickly, I'd grabbed another suitcase and transferred all of the contents over. Except somehow I'd managed to fail to transfer the bag full of all of Zachary's clothes. Thankfully he had his spare set for the flight, but our task for the next day became apparent: get Z something to wear. And, oh yeah, his super cute and Owen-coordinated Janie and Jack wedding outfit had been in that pile as well. Crap.

The next morning, after a quick browse of the local street market and a good diner breakfast (hooray: they served Z's breakfast staples of Cheerios and bananas), we met up with grandma and J (along with my high school friend J, who drove up from the DC area for a brief visit), and were off to seek out clothes for Z. The inner harbor has a number of shopping facilities, so, killing two birds with one stone, we took the water taxi to get there. The boys were in love with the whole experience (plus they couldn't get over the fact that there was a taxi that went in the water), though O kept wanting to stand up and peek off the boat, particularly at the fun passing pirate ship.

The inner harbor was packed (primarily with visiting New Yorkers?), but we headed to the mall where luck smiled upon us and we were able to secure both casual wear and a new wedding outfit that ensured Z would look as dapper as his brother the next day. There was also sushi in the food court, and O charmed grandma into getting him a cupcake before we headed back. We had a small family dinner near the hotel, where O was wolfing down french fries when suddenly he said "my tongue hurts, that one is too spicy!" Meh confirmed that some of his fries had heavy seasoning, and she proceeded to hand-inspect the remainder to ensure a tongue-friendly meal. In the evening was the wedding party's pre-event, a trip to the O's-Yankees game. We'd hoped to all go or at least take one of the boys, but everybody was pretty wiped, so I headed over solo and had a nice evening watching a couple of former Mariners play for the Yankees, while the Orioles prevailed. I returned to the room to the two boys asleep, curled up around Meh in the double bed - both adorable and pretty logistically impressive.

Sunday was the wedding day, but as it wasn't until the afternoon, we had to figure out an activity for the boys; while we'd hoped to hang a bit with family, things were slow to develop and the boys needed a park ASAP; I discovered this one "not far" away (within a mile, but over rugged urban sidewalks that a stroller full of boys wasn't easy to navigate - yes, O has somehow figured out how to sit behind Z in the single stroller, which likely isn't quite to code, but is pretty darn cute), and we wheeled our way over there in the growing heat/humidity.It actually turned out to be great fun for the boys, with both standardish playground equipment and a very cool giant sunken gymnasium with scaled down architectural features of Baltimore in it. We played for a bit, then having burned through our snacks and juice bottles, stopped here on the way back for tasty sorbet for Meh and a big milkshake for O.

Then it was hypothetically time for a quiet nap back at the hotel. Of course the boys had other ideas, discovering that one of the chairs was spinnable.
Five minutes later (to answer the reference in the video's title), O got really green from all of the spinning, and I rushed him into the bathroom just in time for him to barf in the potty. He spent much of the rest of the trip talking about Z spinning him on the chair, his tummy hurting, that he barfed in the potty, and then the many other fabulous uses of our friend the toilet. Anyway, that was enough distraction for the day, and it was time to prepare for the wedding.

The ceremony was held on a beautiful wharf a short distance from the hotel, which was lovely for boat watching (the pirate ship and water taxis were announced on each passing by Z and/or O), but mildly nerve-wracking for us as the boys kept wanting to run right up to the edge of the pier and peer into (and talk about swimming in) the Baltimore Harbor. We strategically sat in the back row, which placed us close to the string duet (every song they played was sung along to by the boys, generally with the lyrics of "Old MacDonald" or "Mary had a little lamb"), and also gave us a good view of the procession, at least until the boys decided to try to take off halfway through the ceremony. Ah well, it was still fun and a beautiful wedding!

The reception was back on the top floor of our hotel. Z was a clear hit of the party, with many in attendance complimenting his hat and giving him five as he walked by. O was also receiving many kudos on his bow-tie-featuring outfit and his dancing stylings. Our table happened to be right next to the wedding cake, which O was excitedly talking about for much of the meal, but then declined to try when a piece was actually served to him. Eventually we retreated to the hotel room with the boys and I wrapped up our family's representation at the reception/dinner; I did manage to sneak a plate of wedding cake back to Meh for her to eat once the boys were more or less down for the night. It was a wonderful evening; even bubbie was up and dancing to the incongruous Ice Ice Baby.

The final morning was a brunch in the cute basement/ground floor of the hotel, in what has apparently been a bar for hundreds of years - a fun brick room with flowering plants in recessed window frames that let in light from up at street level. Zachary was pleased to pack away more Cheerios boxes, while O had a nice deep conversation with bubbie. And before we knew it, it was time to say goodbye to everyone and ride one more taxi back to the airport (Z: "and go through security!"), before starting our long journey home. While I thought I'd cleverly timed the itinerary to allow for an O nap or two, he refused and exhausted Meh on the first leg, and when we switched sons for the second leg, he only conked out for me a few hours into the flight. Though we loved being able to spend time with our usually geographically scattered family for a very happy occasion, it's very very good to be home from our second family trip in three weeks!

School Day

First day of kindergarten! Zachary has been talking about the school bus (in between his increasing focus on our upcoming trip to Baltimore) for weeks, along with "doing your kindergarten work", and today was at long last the big day. A new outfit, a stuffed backpack, and a brand new school (they were literally still unloading boxes adn putting on the finishing touches when Meh went to the open house earlier this week - open house went great, though the ice cream social was apparently a madhouse with *all* of the school's kids invited, not just the kindergarten class -- which was a bit overwhelming for Z, and wasn't helped when O declared he had to potty and moments later did just that, in Meh's lap).

The bus rolled up to our house just about on time - roughly the same size as the one he took last year, but with giant single seats replacing the nearly car-seat-sized ones of the preschool bus. O was nearly as thrilled as Z, following him onto the bus and insisting on taking a seat while we buckled up Z. Due to a transportation snafu with the district, Meh got to pick him up today at the end of the first day, and reported that his teachers said he did great at following directions and participating in class. The only challenge was apparently his new lunchbox, which he apparently couldn't reconcile with the cute bento boxes of last year; we'll have to revert to those I expect for at least a little while until he gets used to things. But hooray for Z, and welcome back to school!

Now we get to disrupt this so-called "schedule" with an exciting (and highly anticipated by the boys since their last flight just a few weeks ago) trip to the east coast tomorrow to celebrate my cousin's wedding (and get to see a lot of family in one spot); Z will unfortunately be missing two days of school, but on the plus side, both boys are enormously looking forward to another plane trip - this one paired with the opportunity for some light rail, water taxis (O's response: "no, just regular taxis!"), and perhaps even the occasional shuttle bus (Z: "space shuttle bus!").

Dough boys

Z's fabulous aide from summer camp has begun babysitting him as we ramp down the summer days -- can't believe school already starts on Thursday! Z and J did some baking the other day (making some tasty chocolate-chocolate chip cookies that the rest of us enjoyed, even if Z passed on the finished product), and now both Z and O are frequently dragging their white chairs over to the main kitchen island with the suggestion that they bake something. Today it was a nice bread recipe - here's O's reaction (yes, "smile" still seems to mean "squint", and "show me happy" continues to translate to "open my mouth really wide") as they came out of the oven.

Meh is attending Z's teachers' open house tomorrow morning at his brand new (literally; construction is just wrapping up) elementary school, and then that afternoon there's an ice cream social, which she is (quite bravely) planning to attend with both boys. I suspect O may be more excited about the ice cream than Z, but I hope everyone has positive first experiences with Z's new school!

Landing Pattern

Home! Florida was a good time all around, but it feels very good to be back in our own house, with everyone sleeping in their own beds last night. The rest of our trip was packed with activities interspersed with attempts at naps and meals that were generally at least partially successful. The boys continued to have a great time with nanny and poppy, both playing with cars and enjoying their excellent collection of chocolates, while talking to and about their great-grandparents. We had another morning visit to the beach, and then reintroduced O to milkshakes at our favorite Florida ice cream shop, where he got one about as tall as he was (in addition to his favorite, french fries). In the opposite corner of the restaurant they were organizing some kind of extravagant dessert layout for a photo shoot, which had the grownups guessing whether some food TV show or publication was visiting.

Yesterday was our last day in Florida. After a lovely continental breakfast at the hotel (Z was packing away the fresh bananas and prepackaged one-serving Cheerios boxes), checking out of the hotel and visiting family once more, we took the boys over to Festival to browse the flea market wares -- the boys ended up getting a trio of shiny metallic dreidels from mima that were (mostly) well shared.

We still had a few hours before our evening flight back and wanted to ensure the boys had some good energy burning opportunities for the day, so we drove back down into Miami to check out the "MiChiMu". It didn't disappoint, with opportunities for climbing, art (the boys both made pictures of unicorns), remote controlled miniature boat driving (a favorite from my youth at amusement parks), playacting, a place to go "fishing" for magnetic fish, an entire Olympic-themed sporting area, and how about some actual life-sized vehicles as well? Needless to say, the boys had a blast; an excellent final activity in Florida before heading to the airport. It's left as an exercise for the reader to determine whether we actually tired them out at all; here was O at the airport: For the flight home, we thankfully all had seats together, and the boys again did quite well (even passing their cars back and forth between the seats). After our post-midnight landing, a quick luggage grab, and one more ride on the "space shuttle bus", we were at last homeward bound in the blue car. A goodnight to mima at her house, and we all conked out pretty quickly -- here's hoping the jet lag doesn't last long! Full visit pictures can be found here.

Swimming with the fish

We're in Florida! It's been a fun if exhausting family trip thus far, initiated with a bravely booked red-eye flight, where both boys actually did sleep a bit -- though my plan to tire them out with play time at the SeaTac play area didn't seem to work for O, who was chatty and asking for entertainment for the first few hours of the flight. Mima has been tremendously helpful as well in both navigating her old stomping grounds and providing a good bit of extra zone defense for the high energy boys. We weren't able to get our five seats together (in fact, we weren't even able to get O and me adjacent seats at all; despite repeated calls to the airline in the months/weeks before, it still came down to him and me standing at the gate waiting for them to shuffle around seating so our two year old didn't have to sit alone. Silliness.), and O occasionally checked the seat behind him and then reported back to me that "that girl is not mommy. She's a little bit scary!"

Upon arrival in Miami, we grabbed our rental (Z and O: "grey car!"; when we initially had trouble squeezing in, they offered me an upgrade to a black Charger and I had a momentary image of being in some kind of Burn Notice parody; the ladies sorted things out though) and headed up for the first of many tasty food stops for breakfast. Then it was onward to visit nanny and poppy. The boys have been having a great time, and yes, they did get to "swim in nanny and poppy's pool", which Z in particular had been talking about for weeks. On the minus side, the pool edge had an extra lip on it that caused a slightly scary O head bonk when he stumbled out at one point -- the many retirees of the community offered advice and help (and were impressively non-judgmental), but he recovered well. The hotel has been a hit with the boys as well, with scenic views of two major roads and a freeway.

The boys have been mildly obsessesed since we first announced our trip with "swimming with the fish". I've tried to explain that this doesn't really mean what they think it means, but whatever -- today was a beach day (and at 95 degrees by 10 am, where else would one go?), and we happily pointed out as they first set foot in the water a couple of small fish swimming around nearby.The beach turned out to be quite a success, with much swimming, playing in the sand (actual sandcastle building was mostly a destructive effort), and snacks in the excellent tent we borrowed from friends J and S. Then it was back to the hotel for an attempted nap; for dinner we decided to go low-key, but at precisely the same time that we got out of the car at the restaurant, got caught up in the daily late-afternoon torrential thunderstorm and everyone got soaked. Still, hot mac and cheese, french fries, and an apple turnover are always good antidotes to wet weather, and our evening closed out back at the hotel with bathtime (featuring a pair of brand new Cars washcloths), stories, and sleep.

Doctor's going to fix your nose

For his birthday proper, mommy made fun breakfast pancakes topped with an animal candle I'd brought back from a recent trip to L.A. Happy birthday once more to Z!

With his 5th birthday came Z's five year well check exam yesterday. Meh took him from camp (which he's continuing to enjoy - sadness that we're coming up towards the last week and a half!), and reported that he did really well with most of the exam, even with the light up the nose and ears (which he of course now has a bit of experience with).

The stats:

• Weight: 35 lbs (5-10 percentile)
• Height: 40.3" (10-25 percentile)
• BMI 14.3 (10-25 percentile)

Yes, his parents' height genes appear to perhaps be finally asserting themselves.

Each well check comes back with a "report card" from his doctor, and this one indicated that his next checkup visit doesn't have to be for 2 years -- definitely becoming a big boy when the doctor doesn't need to check in more frequently!

Beach boy

Happy fifth birthday to Z! Can't believe he's 5 already and off to kindergarten in just over a month. We had a beach-themed birthday party for him, which Meh of course planned to the nines. The highlight was a woodie car made completely of cake, with a fondant surfboard, crumbled nilla wafer beach, seashells, flip flops, and much more. The hood ornament? A cupcake. (Side note: the boys remain obsessed with Cars, and just a few days ago while on our umpteenth viewing, Meh and I realized that in the closing credits, where a bunch of other Pixar movies are parodied as if they involved cars, Toy Story's character Woody is reimagined as a woodie car. Silliness.)

Everyone had a great time at the beach; both boys even waded into the lake, and O managed to coopt ("share") another family's sand toys. Lots of Z and O's friends were able to attend as well and sample the yummy snacks that Meh and mima had made for the occasion (one big winner: white chocolate covered popcorn - nom.) The beach/lake time also made for a good preview for our upcoming trip to Florida to see nanny and poppy.

And speaking of family, Grandma and J were in town for the occasion as well! They enjoyed getting to take the boys to the park (where the swing obsession remains in effect; I'm convinced Z could spend hours in one given the option), watching Z's swim lesson, and generally getting to spend some good quality family time. Meh and I even got a date night - huge thanks to them for giving us that opportunity!

More pictures of Z's celebration here and of grandma and J's visit here.

Poet laureate

A poem O composed today on the swing, which we call "Untitled":

I want to go high, Mommy.
I want to go higher than the trees.
I want to fly away like the bumblebees
and the birds
and the crows.
Owen go 'tweet, tweet' and fly away like the birds.

Abstract artist

Sometimes our boys do something that totally surprises me with its creativity and/or required comprehension. Z and O have a game that has a bunch of geometric shapes that you place into slots in a puzzle to help form trains, animals, etc. There is no car shape in that puzzle, which makes the following a bit more impressive to me.

A nose for trouble

On Thursday, Meh got a call from Z’s camp. They were doing arts and crafts with little beads, and Z had apparently decided to try to smell them, ending up with two inhaled up his nose. They were able to tweezer out one, but couldn’t get the other. Meh took him to the doctor, where they couldn’t find it but noticed some mild swelling. We were told to monitor for “copious yellow or green mucous”. Yum. All in all he did okay, but kept talking about “did you put a bead in your nose?” Afterwards, he seemed right as rain, and all weekend, he was happy and high energy.

Yesterday morning, Z’s nose started running a bit. It was clearish, but as he seemed to be getting more congested as the day went on, so after camp, mima kept an eye on O while I took Z to the Children’s Hospital’s excellent urgent care center. He recognized the surroundings from several cast-related appointments earlier in the year, and did great job waiting our turn, heading into the exam room, weighing himself, and even listening while the doctor talked to him and myself. He got a bit upset when she tried to shine the light up his nose, and she couldn’t find anything from the exam. So we were referred onward to the Children’s Hospital Emergency Department across the bridge in Seattle.

After parking, we walked into the ED – which was right past a landing pad for Childrens’ very own med-evac helicopter. Z was pleased to see it and was a happily wild man in the lobby, playing with their toys and the motion sensor doors at the entrance (indeed, the staff seemed to love having such a happy and clearly not uncomfortable/outwardly sick kid giggling his way around the lobby). Excitement of excitements, the chopper took off a few minutes later; you know it’s a children’s hospital because they had one staff member whose sole job it was to temporarily disable the front door’s motion sensor and stand in front of it, lest some overeager kid make a dash outside to go check out the helicopter.

Once we were called back into triage things were a bit more challenging for Mr. Z. Several doctors (and what seemed like an unending contingent of observing interns) came through and tried to get Z to let them look up his nose; still no obvious obstruction, and eventually they determined that the runny nose was likely just a cold unless the color and/or odor (ew again) change. (Sure enough, my own nose is running a bit this morning.) A very nice doctor told us that most of the time these kinds of things either fall or are sneezed out, or are just ingested. In between various exams, they brought us crayons and paper, and then the big winner, a pair of toy cars! At the end of a long evening at the doctor’s, Z and I thankfully headed home with vehicles in hand and comments about the doctors fixing his nose.

Walking on Water

This weekend is the Urban Craft Uprising at Seattle Center, full of arts, crafts, and yes, even some tasty snacks (Cupcake Royale was on hand with free samples; O was of course a fan). We headed into the city bright and early, exploring the newly fancified food court (no, not particularly, just new vendors) and then luxuriating for a bit in front of the fountain on an actual sunny and warm day (summer at last!) before Meh, mima, and Z headed into the event. O was far more interested in running around like a wild man. He (well, and I too) found it hugely entertaining when the water that flows over part of the sidewalk as some kind of artistic feature turned on at 10 in the morning and all of the folks queued up to get into the event had to dodge out of the way. Once the queue had dissipated, he had his own nice stomp: The event itself didn't disappoint; mima got a new coat, Meh perused some very cute librarian-themed art, and both boys got some extra tasty lollipops (whose wrappers are brilliantly graphically designed by our own friend J!) - O: "It tastes like birthday cake. With sprinkles!" (Yes, the lollipop had actual sprinkles in it.) Then kaiten sushi and home again for a nap. A lovely family outing!

Send in the clowns

Happy Independence Day! In true Seattle tradition, the “summer” switch has been flipped just in time, meaning today was a beautifully sunny day. While 10 pm fireworks are still probably way past our kids’ bedtime, we did take them to our city’s crazily large parade. Well, to be clear, we made a picnic on a hill in a park overlooking one of the staging areas where lots of cars and trucks and things that go were queuing up. Mima, papa, and a number of friends joined us as well, and everyone brought quite the spread, including very yummy baguette sandwiches for us (and cute star-shaped ones for the boys) and some amazing chocolate chip cookies from Meh that O managed to double fist at one point.

The boys had a fabulous time; I even walked Z down to the parade route proper, where in addition to classic and contemporary cars, vintage military jeeps, police vehicles, and a submarine, there was a large brass band playing, which he enjoyed listening to for a bit. The one rough spot of the day was for Mr. O; he and I took several very successful trips to the port-a-potty (often even after waiting through a not insignificant queue), and on one occasion, we emerged to face a man dressed in a clown outfit. O got a bit scared, and spent much of the rest of the time at our picnic (and indeed throughout the rest of the day) asking “Where’d the clown go? I don’t want to see the clown.” Poor little coulrophobic man!

The parade ended up outlasting the boys, and we left several hours later, walking along the parade route where the boys were confronted by parade team after team that apparently had instructions to seek out kids and give them candy; the boys had a horde of lollipops by the time we retrieved the car.

At the tone, the time will be...

4:26 am.

That is the precise time (with remarkable consistency) that O has been getting up for the past few weeks. On rare occasions, he'll sleep until 5, though just as occasionally he'll be up before 4. Ugh. We attempted to counter this by going to bed earlier ourselves, but even 9:30 or 10 pm puts you into a pretty substantial hole. (It doesn't help that Z sometimes wakes up between midnight and 2 am, though he at least goes back to bed and sleep fairly quickly with a mommy or daddy escort.)

So over the past two nights, we've queued him up with the idea that it's too early to get up and that he needs to go back to sleep. Once he accepted a cup of water from me, another time he had to go potty and then wanted a song, and both times he's melted down when I leave the room, but he does seem to eventually fall back asleep, and we've been able to graduate to getting up at 5:30 or so. Hey, it's a start -- we'll see how things progress in the next few days and if we can head back towards 6 am.

I'm also still pondering getting him one of those color-indicator clocks like Zachary has to see if that might help him check the time and know what to do himself. Only time (groan) will tell.

Farm boys

Several friends organized an excellent group trip to the local farm (which apparently doubles as its own self-proclaimed county fairground). We even snagged an online coupon last week that cut the prices in half; hooray for family activities that are both fun and affordable! Meh was at work, but mima and I took the boys to meet up with friends K, J (and their girls N and A), and R and M (with their son J). The weather was looking a bit dodgy, but cleared in time for our arrival. Of course, there was certainly plenty of mud left from the rain, which wasn't lost on the boys or the other kids in attendance. We started at the U-Pick strawberry patch.O mastered the picking part, but was living mostly hand-to-mouth; not much ended up in our cardboard box from his efforts. In the meantime, Z was happy mostly talking about the other people picking fruit around us. So it was mostly up to mima and myself to fill our box with yummy strawberries that we got to share with mommy for dinner this evening. After paying for our berries, we piled back into the car to head over to the amusement section of the farm.

Z had last ridden a pony here with mima and papa on his day out with them last year, and he seemed to both remember and be eager to repeat the experience. O on the other hand was at first very interested in the ponies but then very shy when it came time to actually ride on one. Poor Pumpkin (yes, all of the ponies had cute names) was first declined by A and then by O, though he did at least briefly sit on her. Later he asked to ride "the green one" (which we figured out meant the one Zachary had ridden, who had a green blanket), but again shied away when it came time to board. Still, he liked petting the ponies and talked about them "drinking lots of water" (he saw the giant troughs in each of their stalls). But clearly the sandbox diggers were more his speed.

We then rode the train on a loop around the farm (both boys again were quite pleased, check out Z's fabulous smile), which was fun even if occasionally interrupted by semi-creepy old mannequins staged along the side of the track, I think trying to imitate Disneyland animatronics. Anyway, then it was clearly time for lunch (as in, 10:30 am. Hey, when you're up before dawn...). We found some picnic tables in a large yard surrounded by climbable and only moderately hazardous old cars and buses. Before he took a bite, Zachary boarded the yellow bus and sat down as if waiting for it to take him to school for a few minutes before deciding he better drive it himself, and eventually giving up entirely and heading over to the classic fire engine.

The boys took frequent breaks from having their lunch to run around and on tractors, buses, and trucks, before Z jumped into the farm's a bouncy house and O visited some of the animals with mima. Then the rain came back and the boys were wiped, so we piled back into the car and headed back. All in all, a fabulous weekend activity! More pictures here.

Stuff Owen says

Our precocious and fiercely independent two year old continues to astound with the quantity and quality of what he can say. Whether it's drawing comparisons to things he's seen in the past and read in books, imitating his older brother, or just trying to communicate his own opinions and desires ("I want daddy to sit over there."), I'm pretty sure Owen talks more than I do! My favorite is still when he has to "wind himself up" to build up enough momentum to get through a particularly long sentence, restarting it from the top each time he runs out of breath before completing it.

We've been trying to jot down some of our favorites over the past few weeks; this is certainly an incomplete list, but here are a few of those darndest things he says:

"Do it yourself![myself]" (...a minute later) "I want daddy to help do it yourself."

"It's not chocolate!" (said when pointing at anything brown, including the pumpernickel bagel I think he only picked up because he thought it was. He ate it anyway.)

"It fell a-piece. [apart]"

"I don't want daddy, just mommy."

"I got a little bit scared."

"We haven't [seen / done / sung / read] this in a long time!" (Where 'a long time' often just means 'since yesterday'.)

"First mommy sit on the floor one more minute, and then e-mail."

Happy camper

In three short days, Z has seemingly gotten totally into his summer camp routine! There are many differences from school: he arrives in the car rather than the yellow bus (though they have weekly field trips, so he got some good school bus time today, apparently even taking a short snooze on the way back to camp), wears a ginormous red backpack (his school one wouldn't fit the sunscreen, juice, lunch, snack, towel, and swim trunks -- yes, daily swimming!), and rather than studies, it's fun all day long. He's come home talking about 'jewels' and 'surfaces' ('services'? can't tell), but also with art (car carriers are his current subject matter of choice), nearly empty lunch boxes, and a big smile.

On the first few days, he seemed very concerned when being dropped off; on the very first day, he was actually one of the first few kids there and wasn't sure what was going on, then accidentally sat down in the circle of another camp group and wasn't sure what to do when I helped him move to his own group (the 'pirates'). And on the second day, he kind of fell apart a bit as I left (the counselors report that literlaly within a minute of my exit he was totally fine again). But he's been starting to figure out the routine, and when I saw him today at pickup time, he was enormously happy, running around and munching happily on an apple the size of his head. When he saw me, he gave a big smile, ran over and said hi to me, then grabbed his own bag and jacket. As we climbed the stairs to head out of the building, he turned around, waved in the general vicinity of downstairs, and said "bye camp!" before we headed out. Yay camp!

Drive In

The best laid plans often fall apart just to create an opportunity for even better plans - that's my new aphorism, and I'm sticking with it. Today the boys and I (and friend D) were supposed to go watch some period World War II aircraft flying at Paine Field's Flying Heritage Collection. The boys were very excited, talking about it for the past few days, and even as we got ready this morning. Alas, the weather didn't cooperate, the flights were scrubbed, and I was racking my brain for other activities, even going so far as to try to find the closest parks to the runways at SeaTac airport.

Then Meh headed to work, and from the road called us to report that she'd just passed a sign indicating there was a car show featuring a life-sized Tow Mater from the Cars movies. I checked it out online, and knew we had our alternate activity lined up. D drove to our house and we all headed out, still with no real idea what to expect. When we arrived, we were asked if we were there for the show or to spectate. While our Highlander is a fabulously functional vehicle, I'm not sure it was particularly car show worthy - but anyway, we parked as spectators. As I struggled to get the boys to hold hands walking through the parking lot, an electric golf cart pulled up and the driver asked if we wanted a ride. The boys didn't even wait for me to answer, piling onto the "big white car!" for the drive up to the show.

The show (and the church whose lot it was hosted in) turned out to be enormous, with perhaps five or six angle-park rows of classic and contemporary cars. There was even a giant blue truck cab (O made a beeline for it and tried to climb aboard, but the first step up was taller than his head), and a classic '50s car with both a fake drive-in tray (with a fake burger, fries, and chocolate ice cream cone that drew O's attention) and a wacky engine-mounted rotating tray featuring roller skater figurines and a model of the car itself. But the headline for the trip was definitely Mater himself. The boys did a great job waiting for our turn (thankfully there was only one family ahead of us), then climbed all over Mater's hood; we got a fabulous photo of the three of us, then got out of the way for others to get their pictures taken. But the front of the truck nicely screens the rest of the car, so first the boys climbed into the cab and steered/shifted gears (I quickly checked to make sure that, yes, the car's wheels were firmly secured) and then into the back with the winch and pulley. They had a fabulous time, which we then capped off with a trip to their favorite sushi-go-round for lunch.

Farewell Performance

Talk about time flying -- today was already Z's last day of preschool. In the fall he'll be an honest-to-goodness kindergartener. He got to ride the bus for the last time this year. O brought the bus driver flowers; I think he likes the bus almost as much as his big brother with the attention and stickers he gets nearly every morning -- today there was an extra surprise with bus driver C giving two matchbox cars to O! Notice the concerned look on Z's face as the bus drove away with his brother getting to play with vehicles. Indeed, when we got back from Z's class performance, the boys proceeded to fight and meltdown over the new coveted car and truck; I had to, once more, send the vehicles on holiday after a few failed mediations.

Back to Z's performance! For the past week or more, Z has been singing songs during the day that I'd either never heard him sing before, or which he hadn't shown interest in in quite some time. We correctly surmised that these would be part of the performance, which involved the kids marching in from recess (Z at first looked concerned, but then saw Meh, O, mima, and myself, and pointed at each of us, saying "It's a girl!" or "It's a boy!"), alternating between sitting and standing in a semi-circle, and cutely singing and hand-gesturing through a playlist of six or so songs. Then there was a slideshow of pictures from the schoolyear, accompanied with mildly cheesy goodbye tunes that of course had Meh's eyes watering. They then said goodbye to each child in turn, handing out portfolios of their work to give to their parents. Then snack, hugs and smiles for each of his teachers, and an end to the shortened day of school. Hypothetically there are two more days next week, but with Z starting camp, we wanted to make sure he was there for orientation and getting into the new routine with the other kids.

Meh and I reviewed the portfolio tonight, and in addition to some fun time-lapse progress (they had Z write his name every month of school, and the transition from traced to self-written is pretty remarkable!), he had made a very cute father's day card/poster for me. More pictures of Z's last school day here.