Lamb Skaters,Taxis, and Dirt Cake

Our landlords, who live right next door to us, decided to re-do their front yard. For two solid weeks the "lamb skaters" showed up early every morning with their trucks and machinery, and bulldozed and hauled and planted and beautified. And every morning Isabella would run outside to greet the lamb skaters and talk to them about everything that came into her head--even if they were using their heavy equipment and had earphones on.  I eventually had to lock her in the side yard with instructions to limit her salutations so the men could do their work. The culminating event took place on their last day of work, when they cut down an olive tree in our front yard. Mom pulled the piano bench to the window and snacks were provided. Isabella squealed with glee as the tree came crashing down. The pieces were hauled away, the trucks were packed up, and just like that, the lamb skaters were gone. She still asks every morning if they are coming back...what ever will she do now?

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*Disclaimer: Please do not take offense to the politics of the next piece. It is not intended to be political, only to convey the cuteness that lies therein.

Allow me to set the scene...ahem. We're eating dinner and Mark, the generally-sensible-so-long-as-I(Katie)-keep-him-in-line Republican is particularly incensed about the Supreme Court's ruling on the healthcare bill. Since the day's news is the last thing I seem to get to these days, he is explaining to me the finer points of the court's decision, in particular, the part about how the bill was ruled constitutional so long as it is a tax to the American people. Tax. Tax, tax, taxes. A point he drove home over and over again.

Isabella, listening in to the conversation whilst eating her Baked Creamy Chicken Taquito, attempted several times to interject her two cents, or rather, to get the attention off politics and back on her. "Daddy! Daddy!" she called out, her voice getting louder.
"Isabella," I say, "say 'excuse me, Daddy' and that will get his attention"
She complies, and Mark turns his attention to her. "Yes Isabella?"
"Daddy, I have something to say. I like taxes. I really, really like taxes."
"Oh, yes?" Mark retorts. "Are you going to grow up and be a Democrat?"
Isabella flashes her best goofy I-am-going-to-pretend-I-know-what-you're-talking-about-but-I-am-only-four, grin and nods her head.
"What are you going to do with your taxes?" I ask.
She replies, "I'm going to drive them all around, when I'm older."

Go on, girl. Drive your taxes all around town. 
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 Family Night gem: A dirt cake as part of the lesson.

Not one ounce of nutritional value, but oh, so good. Like eating a chocolate cream pie out of a flower pot. And if you've never eaten a chocolate cream pie out of a flower pot...

The consumption of said dirt cake brought about a sugar high, which brought about oodles of giggles and a rhyming game between Mark and Isabella about the hazards of eating any and all things.

"If I eat dirt, my tummy will hurt!" 

and then,

"If I eat a bus, my tummy will fuss!" 

and so on, and so forth...

 Both were left in stitches in their own special way.

Father's Day

When Mark and I became friends--long before we ever began dating--he told me he'd pretty much ruled out marriage and having children. I wasn't convinced. I told him he just hadn't met the right person yet :) It's hard for me to even imagine he once thought that. He would have missed out on these two beautiful loves with their sparkling blue eyes. 

We spent Father's Day afternoon with my parents at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. It was lovely.

 She loves the carousels...

 and the pretzels, of course.

 
 Good times. Good Dads. I love you Mark and Dad. Thank you for being such wonderful Fathers.

Memorial Day in Mill Valley

 It began with a bike ride into town.

 We stopped at town hall for a pancake breakfast.

 Then we watched the parade,

 and sang, "oh, the Wells Fargo wagon is a comin' down the street..." because that what you have to sing when a Wells Fargo wagon passes you by in a parade.

The culminating event was the carnival at the community center.

 Nana and Isabella on the Super Slide.

 

Baby Blue Steel

He'll sign an 8x10 glossy for you, if you wish.

Everything but the Animals

We eagerly anticipated the first Wednesday of the month when admission to the SF Zoo was free for everyone--except those of us living outside of San Francisco. Oops. Still, Isabella was super excited about the prospect of seeing "real" animals--that is, until she entered the zoo. These days Isabella is more of an explorer than an observer, so while the animals were a nice distraction during the long walk, there were far more intriguing things to do at the zoo.


Mom suggested going to see the mandrils.
-Isabella wanted to explore a grove of trees.
What about the lions?
- Why, when there's a playground?
The tigers?
-Nope. A soft pretzel, please.
Bears?
-How about a ride on the carousel?

As we were leaving, I asked Isabella what her favorite animal was that she saw at the zoo that day.
"I liked the ostrich," said she, "on the carousel." 

Mom promised her a little gift from the gift shop. Her first choice? A toy train. In the end though, she chose a Mama and baby giraffe, which were far more exciting than the real ones.

Matthew at 7 Months

Loves to eat his toes, roll onto his tummy, loves when Mark walks into the room, and has decided that sleep is for the weak.  I love this boy!