Monday, July 20, 2009

Lavender Festival.






I took the childrens to Sequim's Lavender Festival all by myself yesterday!

So, to begin: we all slept in. Until, like, 7:45. That may not sound late to some of you, but to me, it was absolute heaven! I am proud to say that once we woke up, I was able to quickly get my act together and get out the door by 8:05 (helped a lot by packing the car the night before).

I didn't stop for Starbucks on the way to the ferry, much to my temporary discomfort, but it was all made worth it when we made it for the 9:20 boat. We only had to wait in the line for 15 minutes, which we spent reading classics like "Where's the Green Sheep" and "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see?"

Wilson LOVED the ferry! We went up on the deck and he stood in the wind and giggled and squealed and hopped around like an extremely happy little man. I tucked Wylet into my sweater so she could enjoy the wind too, but in some comfort. That 30 minute boat ride went extremely quickly.

Then the real adventures began. First of all, did you know that the bridge out of Kingston is a drawbridge? Yah, me neither. So when traffic backed up into Port Gamble, I panicked. But being firmly committed to seeing some damned lavender, I opted to spend an hour in Port Gamble ambling about. Which turned out to be great -- we walked down to the water, where Wilson found an enormous purple starfish on the pilings. We stood on the rocks and enjoyed the salty breeze. Both of my children were mesmerized by the water all day long in all of its incarnations. And after making a stop at PG's sunday market, we successfully made it across the bridge and back on track to our purple-plant-hunting adventure.

Once we reached Sequim, Tiny Man awoke from his nap. He then decided it would be funny to wake up Wylet from hers. (It wasn't.) After a brief stop for some rejuvenating bok-bok and fries (with diet coke for me), we parked in front of a sweet lady's yellow house, crammed into the umbrella stroller and baby backpack, and hit the Fair!

We only made it about 10 feet inside the gate. We entered next to the live music, and a band named "Bowi" was performing. They're an Irish Music band, and boy, Wilson lit right up. After three songs I managed to lure him away by purchasing their album and promising he could listen to them the entire drive home (which he did. I know many, many Irish songs now). We spent an hour cruising through market stalls, eventually taking home some lavender stalks, an iron quail for the front yard and a memento purple starfish to commemorate Wilson's waterfront friend in Port Gamble.

My primary goal in attending the festival was to purchase some plants for my yard. So I packed my two now-sunburned, cranky kids back into the car to make one more stop -- a farm! We hit Sunshine farm east of town, and found 5 nice plants to bring home. We also got some lavender lemonade, some marionberry-lavender ice cream and a yummy candle for my office. The best part was when I turned around inside of the store to leave and the bottom of the backpack swung into something expensive and porcelain. While the owner wouldn't let me pay for the piece, it was certainly a moment I would like to forget.

We left shortly thereafter. We were all tired, and some of us in the car (hint: not me) were poopy. To make things even more interesting, the wait time for the ferry was 2 hours and traffic was backed up into Sequim (!!). It took me nearly an hour to make it 5 miles. After some discussions with the cruise director at home (Josh) I decided it was better to drive home through Tacoma than to risk trying the wait for the boat. So, on we drove.

End-of-the-weekend traffic and one smucky trip to Jack in the Box later, we arrived home around 7:00pm. My kids were filthy. I was cranky. The car smelled of lavender, bok-bok and poop. But you know what? I totally had a blast. And I think the kids did too. Wilson told Josh when we got home that we saw "mommy's purple plants" and "I ran around!" It'll be great fun tomorrow after work when we all get home, settle ourselves, have some supper and then spend a few minutes planting the lavender in the yard. There are enough plants to go around -- one for every one of us!

Blame Facebook.

If I wasn't on Facebook so much, providing little snippets of Tiny Man's conversations etc., we'd be better about blogging. Please forgive us. You can blame Facebook's increasing ubiquitousness and general awesomeness. (Not that I am biased or anything...)

So. Some stories?

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Pics of Childrens.

Happy pictures of happy childrens.

Pics here.

Keepers.

Today we went to a birthday party, and I must say I am so pleased that my children were well-behaved. In many ways it was miraculous; the three hours preceding the party were heavy with wailing, whining and buckets of tears (from both buttheads, sadly). But once they got settled into the party groove, they were personality-filled little angels.

Good babies!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

BOK-BOK!!!

Yesterday when preparing Wylet her dinner, Josh and I were stunned to hear a tiny voice call to us from the dining room -- "BOK BOK!"

It turns out the tiny person demanding nuggets of fried chicken was not, in fact, Wilson.

Wretched baby.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The R-Word.

I've probably offended some of you in the past by getting on your case about pejoratively using the word "retard". Since working with special needs children last year, I've come to take this issue seriously and more than a little personally.

Here's why:
http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/03/20/obama.special.olympics/index.html

Violet, Wilson, Josh and I challenge you to take the pledge!
http://www.r-word.org/

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Violet's Vocabumtary

Wylet can say many words! Well, "words", I should say. Here's the list:

Hi!
Mama
Dada
Ber-ber ("diaper")
Stinky (seriously, I swear)
Uh-oh!
Ba ("bottle")
Ba ("ball")

She also waves goodbye, and responds immediately to "no!" Interestingly, she doesn't appear to call Wilson anything yet, although she definitely knows who he is. She likes to climb on him and steal his toys. She herself responds to "Violet", "Wylet", "Stinky" and "baby buttmunch".

(We know we're bad parents; at least we amuse ourselves in the meantime.)