Following up on vintage Tonka trucks, I finally released the last hidden truck to Number Two. He got three for Christmas and the fourth, a huge fire truck, would’ve been lost in the excitement. But this weekend, as I cursed…
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Train Coming!!
Right now there’s a lot of excitement in our house about trains coming. Well, most of that excitement is radiating from the shortest resident, The Boy aka Number Two. With his bat-like hearing he can pick up the faintest ring…
Posted in Parenting, San Diego Tagged with: locomotive, nuclear fusion reactor, number two, parenting, train museum, trains, trolley
The Best Part of the Hardware Store
This weekend, as a joke while running errands, I told the kids that, as an extra-special treat, I would buy them each their own bottle of water. When we got to the store I made true on my promise and…
Posted in Home Improvement, Parenting Tagged with: CH, hardware store, mowers, number two, parenting, treats, water
Follow Your Nose
Have you ever really stepped out your front door with no destination? No plans of how to get there, what route, traffic, how long it will take, arrival time, do I have my keys, do I have my phone OH…
Posted in Parenting, San Diego Tagged with: biking, expeditions, follow your nose, number two, softball
Sometimes We Just Need Ice Cream
Sometimes you’re beat down enough that you begin to forget yourself. It’s the long apogee on the backside of the moon, the lessening curve of a parabolic swing from joy to sorrow, the moment when the sun has finally set…
Unstructured Time
What was my favorite part about last weekend? It was the unstructured time I spent in the garden with Number Two as he found Items of Interest and explored. Once you get in the habit of “things to be done”…
Posted in Gardening, Parenting, Writing Tagged with: character, garden, manu chao, number two, playing, productivity, time
Vintage Tonka Trucks
Let’s clear the air about my use of the word “vintage” before we begin. I am not curating a collection of retro toys, I’m not a compulsive hoarder with a sweat-slicked forehead making sure all my old toys are in their ORIGINAL…
The Sun Sets on the Year
By this time, unless you’re a horrible Grinch or slacker, you have some lights up, some decorations spattered on the door, and pine needles ground into your carpet. Maybe the cloying smell of paperwhites is filling a closet, or mulling…
Like Sister, Like Brother
Last night Child Harbat decided to do a section cut drawing of a vet’s office, with a view into each room where a different animal was being treated. I loved that she had a specific architectural view in mind. Not…
Number Two is Two
My son is two years old or, in the jaw-clenching vernacular of uber-parents, he’s twenty-four months old. Before having kids I vowed only to count a child’s age in months until they were old enough to count it in years. …
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