Saturday, June 20, 2009

Zoo Trip 2009












Zoo Awards 2009
Most Popular Animal: The Giant Panda's
Most Amazing:The Komodo Dragon (awake and moving a little)
Cutest Animal: That long haired long limbed monkey mother and child duo
Most Spectacular: The Sea Lion Turf war
Biggest Butts: The Elephants
Missing in Action: The Gorillas
Coolest Pavillion on a Hot Day: The Invertibrates
Favourite Feature on Hot Day: The Misters
Best Place to Park: Lot E

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Gratuitous Family Picture: Rock Creek Park


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Prince Phillip




On Sunday afternoon we met Prince Phillip (AKA: Floor Boy). He really is charming. And he's got GPS- which came in handy since Rock Creek Park is complicated. He also offered to fix our car (if it was broken) because he's good at that and he has his tools. Wow! I'm not being sarcastic or snide...people who know how to fix things always get my vote. Anyhow, good Job Julie. We love Phillip.
Now the super great thing about fresh family faces are first impressions and convuluted gossip...however the rest is recorded in my private journal-which will only be available upon my death. Sorry.

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Swimming and a Hair Cut

Really we should have caught this on Friday day, but it took maybe twenty hours to find the gum in Isabella's hair. Not a huge wad of gum, just fine strings tangled through her hair. Of all the solutions (peanutbutter, melted chocolate, salad dressing-hungry yet) I went for scissors. Then we went swimming.

Here's Luke scaling the stroller (and our messy closet, in case you wondered how we really live) and below Isabella is being a crazy monkey.


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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Another Saturday in the Capital

Every Saturday morning Willy asks me what the plan is. Sometimes I want to shake him and pull the whole glare and growl routine. Who elected me the Queen of Great Saturday Ideas? Hey, I like the sound of that. Well the Queen part at least. So we went to D.C. again. Specifically we went to the Portrait Gallery and then walked miles and miles to the White House.

I should just mention that Willy and I have this dance where if one person asks "so what's the plan?" the other person must to come up with a plan. No abdicating. No Wavering. And absolutely No saying "I don't know, what do you want to do". It's a terrible game for such low maintenance non decision makers like us. Only problem is Willy beats me to the punch every time.

Isabella loves going to museums. Of course her definition of a museum is a place full of interesting things like dinosaurs or rocket ships. Ummm, the portrait gallery is more of a don't run don't touch don't talk kind of place. It's no fun. In fact while examining a 'mormon' statue (actually a dead or dying Iroquois warrior) she crossed some magic line and triggered the alarm. It wasn't much of a deterent, since moments later she was flicking valuable paintings. And that's when we made our exit.

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Outtakes






These pictures are almost great.

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Monday, June 8, 2009

Are we on a boat?

Isabella's boat question is turning into an obsession. I've stopped humouring her. I've started sticking to the plain facts. A typical breakfast conversation goes like this:

No we're eating oatmeal at the kitchen table. No we're not going anywhere.
No I'm not playing with you right now. No I'm eating breakfast. No I'm not answering that question anymore. No, Luke can't come with us. No I don't want to go to Africa. No the boat is not pink. Yes you can go play, wash your hands first. Hey- don't touch anything. Wash. Your. Hands. First. No we're not in a boat. Whose kid are you?
Last week Isabella told me she was running away. She packed her gold purse with toys a tube of tooth paste a package of bandaids and she sailed away. Here she is in her running away boat.

Can you guess what she's using for an oar? Yep, that's the pee guard from her potty. One Hundred points if you guess correctly.

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WWWF

I don't know my father's family very well... but I wish I did. Only keeping track and keeping in touch with people takes time. And time is money. And I'm very... well LAZY actually. (betcha thought I was going to write poor.)

Anyhow, I have lots and lots of cousins. One is named Travis. In my mind he's twelve, but actually I think he's all grown up and maybe 25. I think he even has kids, and some unsavory habits.
Here are the things I remember about Travis when he was 12:
  • He was very fat.
  • He didn't think it was funny but smiled anyway when I told him I dropped him as a baby. I tried to put him in my cabbage patch perambulator, only he was top heavy and... I got in very big trouble.
  • He was very friendly, like a puppy. Once we went on a very long walk on a very hot day. I don't think he had any fun. Anyhow we stopped at a corner store for water. I got water, and he insisted on milk. I don't know why. It seemed crazy to drink a pint of milk on a hot day in the middle of a long walk. I told him he was crazy, but he guzzled that milk anyway. I wonder if it curdled in his stomach.
  • He hung out at my grandma's a lot. I thought he was brave, since she scared me to death. In fact I'm still afraid of her. She's fierce.
  • Some of my other cousins were unkind to him. I was too. I blame it on '80 elitism.
  • He wanted to be a police officer.
  • He liked to watch WWWF. He had all the toys even.
Now, over a year ago Isabella and I went for a slushy at some quaint IceCream Parlour. It was okay, but the really great find was this postcard:


It reminded me of my cousin Travis, who isn't twelve and isn't perfect and probably wont join the police force. I wanted to send it to him just because I remember him fondly, and he should know that.

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