Garden fresh

From garden to plate with only a few steps between.

Milestones

I try not to post anecdotes that have the potential to be embarrassing to any of us at any time down the road. It can be difficult to find the fine line between telling enough of the story to get the point across and telling enough to make you wish you hadn't ten years from now, and with this post I know I am pushing my luck, but I am posting anyway because Calvin is so excited that he's sharing the news with everyone (and I do mean everyone) who will listen anyhow–the news that he is now using the adult toilet. And, in usual Calvin fashion, that really is the right terminology, too. We got him a nice little training potty and ourselves some books on the process of potty training, but we'd heard that boys tend to be slower with this milestone and I'd been in no hurry to enter the realm of having to know, at all times, the location of the nearest bathroom, so we'd been dragging our feet on actually starting any potty training process. Calvin, however, had other plans.  Two weeks ago today he woke up and said that he was "going to use the potty like mommy and daddy now," and that was that–we haven't washed a diaper since (except for overnight safety net diapers).  The first day was easy, since we happened to be at home, and the second day was just as flawless, even though we walked to the library and had to use their bathroom there.  Since we left for vacation on only the third day I was pretty sure we'd experience some backtracking, but I should know by now that my son is determined (later in life we'll refer to this as hard headed), and first vacation, then a full day at the Art Fair went by without a hitch.  So today we are celebrating two full weeks out of diapers.  This could be my favorite milestone yet.

 

Death, taxes, and rain during Art Fair

Art Fair opening day.  It's been a tradition in Jon's family for many years, and has been part of my life as well for all of the eight years that I've known him.  Sure, lots of locals avoid the Art Fair like the plague, but we run straight for it the day it arrives.  For us it's a chance to spend time with family that we see, well, once every July.  It's also an excuse to gorge ourselves on pizza (during the annual Cottage Inn lunch) and to window (or tent) shop our way through art we can appreciate but can't afford.  This year we were fortunate enough to snag the entire day to spend traversing the many corridors of varying artistic abilities, tactile, visual, and auditory.  It's always fun to look for artists you've seen in years past, and also to recognize new booths and new talents.  Strangely enough it wasn't ninety degrees this year, and it didn't rain buckets, either.  Instead we enjoyed coolish temperatures, a mostly cloud covered sun, and, except for a five minute downpour in the afternoon, an incredibly dry day.  Unfortunately, a combination of the economy and the forecast of scattered thunderstorms kept the crowds to a relatively minimum–good for us, not so much for the artists–and there were far fewer people wading their way through the crowds carrying unwieldy bundles of unique purchases (the upside of which is the lessened risk of having your eye poked out by someone's art on a stick).  But even if there were fewer eye catching (or eye threatening) moments in the crowd, there were certainly several stand outs punctuating our enjoyment of the day:  the Michael Jackson impersonator was a particular favorite of Calvin's (and maybe all of ours); Calvin and Auntie Rite's performance of an MJ rain dance for the fifty or so people gathered under the LS&A overhang during the short downpour; the ludicrous, but enjoyable, entertainment at the corner of William and State in the form of dancing pizza, water, banana, and carrot.  There were some more serious stand outs, too, like the beautiful 8 car wooden train that Calvin came home with (thanks to his doting grandparents), our group's gorgeous jewelry purchases (also a yearly tradition), the bronzed rabbit with the huge ears (that we did not purchase), and the magnificent purple wood we kept seeing everywhere (made from the purple heart tree–we learn something new every year).  And that about sums up our 2009 Art Fair experience.

The laundry is done

Ahhh, vacation, you were very much our friend this time around, and parting was such sweet sorrow, as was returning home to mounds of laundry and empty cupboards.  We spent five days basking in the sun (and one day of clouds) in Holland, Michigan, staying only 115 steps (the vertical kind) from the beach.  I love the sound of the waves, the sight of the sunset, and the cool breeze that comes off the lake, not to mention the feel of sand between the toes and frigid (oh so frigid!) water on the ankles.  When we visited in May my parents came with us, and this time we were joined by Jon's parents for a few days.  We grilled, we sipped wine, we walked the beach, we hunted for stones, and some of us even swam and constructed sand castles, sand pancakes, and sand hamburgers (or something of that sort).  Calvin delighted in having his grandparents to dote on him, and we delighted in a little extra adult company, plus a little extra alone time, which we filled with pretending to be able to play tennis on the condo court, which was, thankfully, rather private.  Unbelievably we actually had wonderful weather during all of our waking moments.  Though Friday was overcast the rain held off until the wee hours of the next morning when a storm swept across the lake with the violence of driving rain, blinding lightning, and a power outage that lasted just long enough to force us out to eat in order to get our morning coffee.  then the clouds cleared, leaving us with two more days as brilliantly sunny as the first.  Five days was just the right amount of time away, and while we enjoyed every minute of those days, we also enjoyed the thought of spending that next night at home in our own beds.  That did not, however, stop us from spending all of the last day soaking up the sun and lake air before heading home just before sunset on the final day.  Thankfully it's an easy drive and we have an angel of a child, who handled the whole vacation like a happy, well adjusted pro.  And now that the extra vacation laundry is done, real life is welcome to resume.

Jiggity Jig

As in home again, home again, after five delightful days spent in Holland on beautiful Lake Michigan.  I will come back and post about the trip as soon as I am able to dig my way out from under the mountain of laundry.  How do we produce more laundry over five days of vacation than over five days at home?  It's a complete mystery.  If you can explain this phenomenon to me, please let me know.

For now, here are a few of our favorite shots, and the rest of pictures are already up in the Holland trip, July 2009 album.