Thursday, September 1, 2011

milk and honey

Mid-August, Juniper and I embarked on plans we'd made months earlier because 1) I didn't think I'd be able to help work on our new house, and 2) I thought we'd be moving in by the time I left anyway.  Neither of those things turned out to be true, but plane tickets and a sizable collection of outstretched family arms awaited us.  And, despite the flight, I was really, really looking forward to it.  

Our itinerary included two flights with an almost-2-year-old in my six-month-pregnant lap, one week at Grandma's, an 8 hour drive up to Grandpa's, one week there, and two return flights home.  No problemo.  Ahem.  I actually broke down and bought a portable DVD player because how else could I entertain a toddler on my lap for 3 hours?  Gone are the days when I could nurse her during take off, have her fall asleep for the duration of the flight, and I might even sneak in a few pages of a coveted novel.  (Full disclosure: Juniper can truly be a rock star at self-entertainment and we only used the DVD player for an hour and never could get the headphones to work right.  On the return flight, she hadn't napped and was super-cranky-tired, screamed her head off for a few minutes then endearingly fell asleep curled up in my arms.  No pages of a coveted novel read, but I did get some Kegels in.)          


:: Grandma's: the land of milk and honey, the pot of gold at the end of the Oregon Trail rainbow.
I knew our time was short and I had a list.  First up: haircut for me by a paid professional.  Second: the Scandinavian Festival; I remember going as a kid: good food, endless dancing.  J bug was so excited about the dancing she didn't even try--at least not very hard--to run off when I took her out of the stroller.  (Have I mentioned that before?  My kid isn't afraid of anything or anybody and she bolts.)    
  Grandma and June bug watching the dancers...possibly one of my favorite pics of these two together.   

The Scandi festival is thoroughly enjoyed by young and old alike.  


::  Next stop, my hometown staple: The Saturday Market.  An enviable farmer's market combined with crafts that haven't changed much in the last 30 years.  There's so much color in my hometown...people, politics, clothing....  Being home makes me realize how most other towns are rather beige in comparison.

We're not sure where our kid came from.  I was a hide-behind-my-mother's-legs child and my man...well, he can be rather chatty but I think he was more reserved as a kid.   Seriously, Juniper runs up to almost everyone, demands, "HI!" and joins their group.  Here she is plopped down next to...?????
Chewing on her monkey's tail.  


:: At grandma's house, J bug and Bailey got along famously.

Juniper was thrilled to have a canine playmate again.

But she wasn't accustomed to a young, feisty dog and didn't quite understand the tug-of-war concept.

::  Outdoor dining every night at Grandma's is divine: no mosquitoes, no wind...just warm, twinkling, blooming, bliss.
Top that off with some fresh, local, sweet corn and, as Juniper would say, "Nummy!"


And new bedtime stories with Uncle D:
That's my brother.  Juniper can say his name, but she nearly always referred to him as "Blueberries".  Their special time was to go out in the garden and pick blueberries.  He would pick, line up blueberries on the fence rail (head-height to J bug), and she would count the berries one through ten (onnnnne, twwwwo, reeeee, four. five. six. seven-eight-nine-ten) and eat them.  They had a good thing going, it's no wonder she changed his name.

:: I had been looking forward to taking bugs to this playground near my mom's house.  But Juniper is still kind of eh about most playgrounds.  She'll humor us, but really she'd rather explore the woods and old irrigation ditch on the outskirts.  

:: My aunt hosted a good old fashion backyard bar-b-que (true to my aunt's style, it was all gourmet food) filled with brothers, sisters-in-law, cousins, nieces, nephews, friends--not all of whom are pictured here because I was too busy eating and drinking and soaking up conversation while my adorable niece glued herself to Juniper.  It was possibly the most relaxing evening I'd had all summer.  If her parents were willing, I would adopt my niece.

Juniper was enthralled with my aunt, her dog, and her recliner.

:: The one goal that topped my list and didn't make it until the end was a trip to the beach. We were trying to plan for a day with good weather (coastal weather in the northwest can be a little touch-and-go), but ended up walking a wind-blown beach anyway.  Juniper and I had been reading about oceans and seas, pelicans, crabs, starfish, boats and whales and I knew she would get it if she saw the ocean, in the flesh.

She'd been to the Pacific before, of course, but that was before her mind was thoroughly sponging up the world around her.   
  
When I told her, See that water, that's the ocean.  It's where whales and crabs and starfish and all the creatures of the sea live.  That's their home.  Her eyes were wide and unblinking and I knew she was taking it all in, like ALL of it.  Like, more than our adult brains could ever hope to register in one sitting.  I love it when she's wide-eyed.  It's like a window to human potential.  
  
See those tiny streaks ^, that's how hard the wind was blowing sand, stinging the backs of our legs.  Still wonderful.  Still, as Juniper would say, "Awesome."

:: Next stop: Grandpa's house.  Coming soon.  
  

Monday, August 15, 2011

16 things

I am loving about this summer:
Oy.  Still catching up here.  

1) Juniper wanting to wear a swimsuit first thing in the morning.

2) The fact that I can open a zip-lock bag makes me a magician.

3) June bugs hungry for new books (thankfully, we'll soon be moving to a town with a library!).

4) The simple satisfaction of diapers on the line.

5) Juniper's hillbilly stomp.

6) Swimming lessons with my little crocodile.  

7) June bug's favorite sing-song chant: One, two, buckle my shoe.  Except it comes out as: One, two, bump-a-shoe, and she'll sing it half-asleep in the middle of the night.  

8) Words, words, words!!  Juniper now finishes the sentences from her favorite books and songs.  (The Sleepy Little Mouse, I'm A Big Sister and John Denver's "Country Roads".)  

9) J bug's obsession with her new monkey, which is actually a child harness I used last Wednesday at the airport.

10) Summer.

11) Finger painting.

12) That everyone gets a diaper.

13) The fact that our last-minute, why-the-hell-not veggie garden is doing pretty well.

14) Summer vegetables.  (No.  We didn't grow this one.  The corn, I mean.  Somehow, we did grow those crystal blue eyes.)  

15) The tiny kicking babe in my belly.

16) French Toast.


Sunday, August 14, 2011

summer so far...

A synopsis in photos and words from the last month or two : )  


Oh, goodness.  Time flies when it's summertime.  But for you, a recap:

:: Father's Day: my aunt and uncle paid us a visit.  In Yellowstone they had seen nearly every animal there is to see , but not a moose.  Lucky for us, on a post-Father's Day Dinner drive we spotted a bull by the road.  There was a quiet bouquet of tourists standing around snapping photos.  At first, the moose was behind some willows and Juniper didn't see him.  But oh, man, when she finally realized what we were looking at she yelled, "WOW!!!"  Everyone burst out laughing and one man said, "That's what I thought but I wasn't going to say it!"  We are still laughing over that one.
Don't laugh at my man.  You'd look like that too if you were trying to wrangle a moose-excited toddler.  


:: Day with Dad:

Our little mushroom hunter learned to spot the well-camoflauged morel.
Side bar to the present moment: note her right hand...that month of dandelion-picking is not winning Juniper any brownie points with grandma's pansies.  


:: July 4th we headed north to visit the cousins,
Baby Sam.  Juniper has been way, crazy, into baby dolls...all of whom are named "Baby Sam".

As well as some old friends (and their new one).

Turns out, Livingston, Montana has a really kick-ass Fourth of July parade.  Floats from all over the state, old women twirling batons and really old men dressed as clowns.  Juniper (once she woke up) was enthralled.  Owen was trying his damndest to beat the older kids to candy.  
Juniper applauding.  


My brilliant idea (and there was no talking me out of it), was a visit to the hot springs.  But oh my, 90 degree hot springs on a 90 degree day = hot, sweating preggo mama and two lethargic, dehydrated toddlers.  (But I think Sam enjoyed it.)  
Juniper and Owen counting roses.  


Multiflora roses, Juniper, Owen, Baby Sam and Aunt D.  


:: Back home we've been working on the house (tile in kitchen, dining area and now master bathroom is DONE!!  Oh...except for grouting.  
View from our upper-deck; sounds fancy...it's not, but it does have a killer view.  We've spotted elk, mule deer and mountain goats so far.  Note to potential house-guests: this deck is off the designated guest sleeping quarters.  Sorry, no bed yet.  We'll work on that after we move in.   
 Mudroom is still a work-in-progress.  


:: Aside from home remodeling and swim lessons and play-dates, I've had to learn something new this summer: how to be a backyard mama.

Last summer, we camped, backpacked, day-hiked and day-hiked.  This summer, that kid-pack waist strap ain't going around this belly.  That rules out mom and daughter day hikes.  And any day my man has off, we're working on the house. But Juniper has adjusted well to the lack of far-flung adventure, opting instead for Osa's old pool in the backyard.


:: My man is optimizing what little time he has at home...
My husband has always done the night-night routine with J bug.  Here he is showing the three books he deems, "The Knock-Out Special". 


:: Also, after a day of pounding nails into hickory, we brought Juniper and celebrated 8 years of marriage, 11 years together.  (Wow.  Has it really been that long?)
Despite our busy summer, my man never fails to deliver wildflowers to yours truly.  


:: I am writing this from The Land-of-Plenty.  Juniper and I flew in to Grandma's house early, early Wednesday.  More on our visit here...soon I hope!  I have high hopes of reigning in some of my blog slack while visiting relatives.  No phone calls to make, not so many clothes to fold...you know.