I'm grateful...

...for more than I can list in this blog. But today it was for the slow, meandering pace of a toddler during a hike in Forest Park, which involved many interludes of puddle-splashing and throwing of leaves into the stream. We burned very few calories, but we saw lots of tiny mushrooms on a log, which I never would have seen without her guiding me.

Lovely Sunday part 2: turkey in the snow

And speaking of cliches, after our walk we left our smug, environmentally correct neighborhood in our Subaru to head out to Terra Farma in the Columbia River Gorge to pick up some raw goat milk and our very pricey, but very humanely raised, Thanksgiving turkey. And there was bonus free apple cider we got to press ourselves! Or, rather, Dave got to press it. As you can see, it snowed!

I woke Anneke up from a dead sleep so she wouldn't miss the fun. She never would have forgiven us for letting her sleep through this.

I've wanted to try this place since I moved here. My nieces' grandparents Bud and Gladys told me about it when they were in town for a visit eleven years ago. It's right on the Sandy River in Corbett. It was a lot fancier than I expected. I wouldn't make a special trip out there, but if you do pass by it, it's a really nice place to stop for cozy comfort food. I believe those in the know refer to it as "Chic-Dump" because that's the part of the sign that lights up.

Lovely Sunday part 1: love/eyeroll

Today was lovely, and started with a walk through the neighborhood. I love our neighborhood even as I roll my eyes from the effect of hippy-dippy overload. Could we get more cliche with our backyard chickens (which lead to backyard raccoons and rats, I might add), "edible landscaping" and nearby environmental school? And yet...it's all very nice, and makes for interesting walks. In the end, the eye-rolling is affectionate, and of course I appreciate the values reflected in all of these sometimes faddish, sometimes even sanctimonious displays. To say there are worse ways to use one's yard space is quite an understatement--like, say, putting in a pool.

Interesting detritus and yard-art:

The Sunnyside Environmental School chicken coop, which Anneke and I love to visit.

I love unkempt gardens in autumn.

This actually won't be Anneke's elementary school, but wouldn't you feel good about your kid wandering around this school yard every day? Each grade has its own little garden.

November update

What's life like for Anneke these days, and what is she up to?

Well, first the good:

She's very excited about the baby. She pats my stomach and says, "oh, baby, I love you," and we talk a lot about what we'll do with the baby when he comes. I anticipate a wee bit more ambivalence when he finally does come, but it's so fun to share this time with her.

Her imagination has gone through a growth spurt! Every moment is a new opportunity for pretend play: today she had a fork and a wooden spoon, and she told me she was playing violin. She crawls around the house pretending to be a kitty. She sings a lot, and often makes up songs, or puts new words to a familiar melody. Sometimes she goes off on verbal riffs which make no sense (to us) and remind me of scat singing or, if you're a total dork, of The Hybrid.

She just got her first haircut today! It took all of five minutes, and was a spur-of-the moment offer when I brought her in with me to my stylist to get a bang trim. I was so proud of Anneke--she sat very still through the whole thing. Actually, all morning she was a trouper coming along on errands, and she went a good 2-3 hours with no accidents. I gave her a big hug and kiss for being such a big girl when we got home.

She's still so sweet and snuggly, which I wouldn't expect to have suddenly changed, but these days I'm soaking it in more while I still have a lap and only one child to care for.

Then, there's the Bad:

Fears: as what I believe is just a corollary to her growing imagination, she gets scared much more easily. There was the battle of the Fluff, where for about two weeks she was terrified of...lint. The other day I innocently and excitedly said, "look, Anneke, there's a spider on the floor!" and she FREAKED out.

I really don't think these fears are "bad," but it's something to work through and sometimes hard for me to know when to just ride it out and when to push her a bit to get past it. I'm probably over-reacting since I work with kids with anxiety disorders--I need to remember these are most likely just part of her development, and the last thing I need to do is add to the drama by getting worked up over it myself.

and the Ugly:

Hand-foot-mouth disease! enough said. Plus, I caught a cold that bore too close a resemblance to the galloping consumption, and poor Dave came down with a stomach bug. All par for the course, but definitely ugly!

Bad hair day

Hmmm. Maybe she actually does have enough hair to start thinking about getting it cut.

Happy Halloween 2010!

Halloween gets to be more and more fun as the years go on. This year we started in Tigard, where Anneke got to trick-or-treat with cousin Claire and get lots of candy from Grandma. We also got to see new nephew/cousin, Connor, who is a little more than a month old. Wait, I think he's two months old! He is precious, at any rate.

Our first stop in our neighborhood was next door, home of Anneke's (hopefully) future babysitter (age 11) who seems to emit rays of golden light to the neighborhood children, who are mesmerized by her presence. Said golden child and her brother are old enough to have their own fun plans for Halloween, and their mom was home handing out candy and looking a little wistful. I took to heart her admonishment to enjoy this while it lasts.

And, what turns out to be the annual photo in front of the Bleck-o-lantern. Check out archives from 2008 & 2009. BTW, this was a flapper costume from the Gymboree outlet, but Anneke will tell you she was a beautiful princess.

Next year her little brother will be dressed as Meatwad. We're not missing out on that opportunity this time.

BOY!

Today we learned that our next child will be a boy. There was much rejoicing (at least from half of the expecting parents).

We also learned that if you set up an ultra sound machine to do sweep of its image finding beam across a space, you can have a computer translate the multiple 2D snapshots picked up by the ultrasound into a 3D surface map. Then simply apply a phong shading to create a view into the uterus, thereby creating a somewhat creepy first picture of your unborn child.

Some, would I expect, prefer to wait for the baby to be born to see the first picture of the child. For that reason I shall not embed an image here. For those of you who want a glimpse of he about whose name has yet to be argued I share this link, appropriately of him picking his nose.

--The proud dad to be