Still in a fog. No reason. Just life with a beeb.
So I think in general, people with friends and nice moms are very lucky. Sunday, we went up with Shannon, Chris, Kellyn and Mateo to Apple Hill. Poor Chris, had never been on the annual agenda (Shan and I merged our agendas two years ago, I think). First, the Rainbow (the best cider and donuts), then to O’Hallorans, as they have the best apple selection, then mom’s friends apple farm (the Goyettes) where you can pick your own, finally, Abel’s for the hot dogs and the pie selection (I prefer the pie at Kids Inc, but too much work to get through the lot).
Going to mom’s friend’s farm is lovely. The kids go pick apples and pumpkins. This time I stuck around mom’s friend Barbara, in order to show off my head (shaved, though not smooth) and catch up in general. Barbara is a 10 plus year breast cancer survivor and is one of those women who just has a vibe of joy and peace.
Last night, Steve was again superb. I shaved the front, he did the back. It was smooth for 12 hours, now the hairline (don’t like the Krugan) is creeping back. Paco said something to the effect of “How will you stop the other hair from growing?” I guess hats.
I prefer to think of my head as Eric Bana (he had a tattoo up the back of the head). Much more handsome:
Ah, Star Trek.
He is handsome...
Today, my mom arrived at 10:30 so I could do some pick up before the cleaners arrived. Then we went to make some copies of notes and other cancer documentation. Coincidentally, the restaurant I had been craving was kitty corner. Bistro 33. In one week, I will again have to say goodbye to cheesy, high fat and calorie food. As I will be back on the magic prevention drug cocktail. So I ate the Puget Sound…http://www.33rdstreetbistro.com/menuDinner.html. I am also going to try to hit “Paco’s” an excellent Mexican restaurant in Woodland.
After running a few errands (while the house was being cleaned by someone else) we came back. Grandma Barb had fed Lemon 11 oz (Piggy) earlier, so I gave him a bit more after we returned. After we I put Tommy down for a nap. Then mom told me to go take a nap. I did, with the intention of waking up and going for a walk with the baby this afternoon. Next thing I knew, 90 minutes had passed. My mom had left and I could hear Lemon squawking from the exer-saucer (the best hand-me-down from cousins!). I was half-asleep and there was Steve, making dinner in the kitchen. It took about 20 minutes of holding a sqwuaky, kissy (a messy kisser) Lemon before I came to consciousness. Paco and Lemon ate a ton (Paco, pulled pork from Costco and 4 zucchini, Lemon a bowl of baby cereal, ½ jar of turkey and ½ container of carrots). Their full bellies were ready for bath. The following story may be my imagination: So after I cleaned up Tom post poop, we always stand him up on the changing table naked. He seems to know what that means and dances for joy at the idea of a bath with Paco. Paco came into Tom’s room wearing his underwear to see the face that went with the squeals. Tom looked at Paco’s face with joy, then looked down and seemed disappointed. Paco and I were confused. I asked Paco to finish getting undressed for the bath. Paco and I are both sure that Tom was looking for the matching body part (in this family: pito…this is a Spanish version of “willy.” It means whistle too. Also, I just learned in Chilean Spanish it means a joint.)
Today I am extra grateful for my mom. She fed Lemon a ton, took me to lunch, folded a ton of laundry, put it away, played Wii golf with Paco for who knows how long and told me to nap. I did not need the nap so much because of the cancer, no no. It is just the life of small kids. Lemon was up at 6.
A few photos of Apple Hill to follow. Yes, yes, need a photo of the wig. Sigh, not wearing it still!
Apples of Our Eyes
Kiss the head that eats feet.
Agreement to Share Fresh Pressed Cider
A Day's Adventure, Coming to the End