Aaaaaaaaaaaand back to the fog.

It was warm for, like, ten minutes so I put Zadie in a sundress. Heck, I even put myself in a sun-skirt! Here we are on the kitchen floor (the tile was cool and easily cleaned) for a snack of avocado. Yum!

Lemon!

One of Dadsie's co-workers gave us a potted lemon tree and a potted lime tree as housewarming gifts. In 2004. We are proud to say, we have finally harvested the fruit!



Funny story: we got them a little mixed up. Kept picking the "limes" only to find them almost devoid of juice and bitter as all get out. Time went by. One hung, neglected, onto the tree for about, oh, several months, then started to turn yellow. Oh. Guess those were actually not-yet-ripened lemons. (See photo of ripe lemon and fool's gold lime.)



Nolan did the honors and then proceeded to eat about half of it. I used the rest of the juice in the supper recipe.




Nourishment from the land ! Well, something like that. There's no soil under my nails or anything, but I have watered it once or twice. (Please don't ask about the lime tree. Let's just ride the success of the lemon one.)

Mumsie's feeling the love.

Two random conversations with my son:

Nolan: You know, I don't like to be singed to.
Mumsie: What's that?
N: For my birthday. I don't like to be singed to. That's why I hide behind you.
M: Oh, yes. I remember that.
N: And then I look around at your face.
M: My face?
N: Yeah - because I like to look at your face.
M: I like to look at your face, too!
N: You know why I like to look at your face? Because I love you.

I know.

[While reading Richard Scarry's "What Do People Do All Day?"]

Nolan: I'll go to work first thing. I'll put on work clothes and drive the Explorer.
Mumsie: What will you do when you get there?
N: I'll think about you. I won't work, I'll just think about you.
M: I like that!
N: Yeah, and you'll put on Daddy's work clothes and you'll come with me. We'll be there together.
M: Sounds like fun.
N: But not until I'm older.

The Artist.

And the Heart-Warmer.

Brrr.

Allow me to state the obvious: popsicles are cold. Delicious, but cold.

Dude.

Eye Doc says his eyes are fine. The little blister resolved itself and everything looks great. We'll keep up with the sunglasses, though - lovin' the look (and of course the UVA/UVB protection. But, yeah, the look.)

Peekaboo!

Just so.

Now if I could get him to organize the office...

This chicken better taste good.

You know how sometimes you don't realize that you have a paper cut or some other slight wound until you squeeze an orange or energetically (read: messily) toss a salad with vinagerette? Then the piercing pain is a surprise. Well, I don't like surprises.* That's why I consider myself lucky that today, while I was preparing the marinade for this recipe, that I grated my knuckle while zesting a lemon. It was like slow motion - first the zing of the shredder OUCH!, then the "oh, no, here comes the LEMON!" See - no surprises...I knew that lemon juice was going to hurt. That's what I call "Learning Optimism" (which, by the way, is my current life's work.)

Anyhoo - here are pictures of the offspring which is why you look at this blog anyway!

*Except surprise parties. For me. Heck, even for other people. But especially for me.

Cha-cha-cha-changes

* Feel free to click on items in my blogroll - and if you are the owner of one of those items, feel just as free to update it (oh, snap! But seriously...more pics and video please!) And I finally figured how to add a picture of the author...maybe I should've asked Nolan. (see below) *

This morning, while changing Zadie's diaper, Dadsie and I (yes, it was a four hander!) were "treated" to silence from Nolan. (What? Are we rookies?!?) Guess where he was: on the computer. Watching a slideshow. A random slideshow of pictures from our iphoto library. Um, I don't know how to do that. (Well, now I do - thanks, Nolan!) He opened a program from the dock, clicked on the 'play' icon and then clicked on a prompt that chose settings from a menu. Just to refresh your memory, he's 3 years old.

This is one of those situations where you want to laugh and smile (and even give a high five) but you've got to hide it so the seriousness is not lost on the impressionable. But secretly, we thought it was pretty neat. He also fielded a cell phone call made to my phone (from a pre-arranged call from Dadsie's phone, by Dadsie, from the other room) with all the 'hello' and 'goodbye' and 'conversation in between' etiquette. Also pretty neat.

Next thing you know, he'll be driving!