Independence Day

Today started out with bacon, waffles, fresh fruit and OJ...not bad.  K ate as much as C did...not unusual.  We used to take for granted how healthy an appetite he has, until he became so sick last week.  As he turned down bite after bite, we suddenly felt what it must be like to have a kid that doesn't eat.  Scary!  Now that he's back to his ravenous self, we are much more appreciative of his ability to snarf it down.  I think this is a gene passed down from my dad and brother...both, normal-size, healthy men able to eat their weight in food.  Bottomless pits, as we like to say.

This photo is from a couple of days ago when K ate his entire bowl of mush/cereal all by 

himself (first time).  As you can see, he was quite proud.

Anyway, after breakfast I took K and Oski (the dog) for a run around the lake.  It was perfectly cool and refreshing, with plenty of clouds.  We had plans to take a ferry to Bainbridge Is. to join our friends in a huge barbecue party, followed by fireworks.  Well those plans were scrapped at the last minute, because K decided to take a 3.5 hour nap, putting us well into the late afternoon and far to late to catch a ferry on a holiday weekend.  Too bad, I had already made 2 dozen deviled eggs, and 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies.  Bummer.  We'll have to make an appearance tomorrow (it's actually a 3 day extravaganza).  

So instead, we wandered over to another friends house and crashed their little gathering.  It was fun.  Their baby Sophie was quite fond of K.  Unfortunately, K didn't feel the same and started crying the crocodile tears when she yanked on his bib.  But then her dad came rushing to the rescue with small transformer toys for K to play with.  Phew!  The day was saved!

To wrap it all up, we came home, sat on the couch and debated going to see fireworks tonight.  We debated for about an hour, until we were too tired to do anything about it.  See, we're still not sure how K will react to a bunch of loud pops, booms and bright sparks falling toward his face.  Something tells me it will traumatize him.  And we just didn't feel like fighting the hoards of people, walking for a mile to find a place to sit, and being stuck in traffic for two hours to drive 3 miles back to our house, just to see K scream in sheer terror at the fireworks show.  So we're going to watch a movie instead!  :)

Happy 4th!

Love/Hate relationship

The Seattle Mariner's (our favorite baseball team...and favorite summer past time) really suck this year.  And I'm not just saying that.  They are in last place for the entire league...dead last.  Sweet.  We went to a game anyway.  We gave C tickets for Father's Day.  They played the Toronto Blue Jays, and you know the home team sucks when nearly the entire stadium cheers against them.  I guess the stadium wasn't that full to begin with, and there were quite a few Toronto fans there.  At least I hope they were the Toronto fans booing at the Mariner's.  If not, the Mariner's have big problems.

It was fun nonetheless.  The outing began with a shared popsicle, melting at the speed of light in my kitchen.  Yes, it was yet another scorcher.  K was already having a really good day, so this made it even better.  Then we headed off to the ball field, picked some seats way up and out of the way of anyone who might be annoyed by a busy 1 year old.  And he was busy.  I'm not sure how much of the game C and I got to watch.  We spent most of our time managing the boy. 

"Don't stand on your seat"

"Be care not to trip over the aisle"

"Don't eat the peanut shells off the ground"

and on and on...

K had most fun point out all the airplanes that flew over head (I liked that a lot too).  For a while, we'd try to draw his attention to the ball as it was pitched.  But from that high up, you're lucky to see the players running the bases, let alone the tiny ball flying at 95 mph.  Oh well.  We'll keep coming, because we love it!