That is the title of today's post, and also a good descriptor of my house at present. I'd almost forgotten about this stage, In Which Little Boys Become Very Busy. Matteas will NOT HOLD STILL. He cannot rest until he has unloaded every shelf, climbed every chair, picked every crusty treasure off the floor, and literally swept the floor with his own body. He's got a lot on his plate right now, what with all this Discovering of the World Around stuff.
Don't think he can't get any cuter. If you do, he will suddenly do something that exceeds the known possible limits of human cuteness and your head, not being prepared, will explode. We spent the weekend in Sequim with our good friends Albert and Anna, and our kids all had a blast. Matteas was a little bummed that I wouldn't turn him loose on the beach, but after his last sand diarrhea episode I was determined not to subject his gut to such torture again. He didn't seem to really mind though, being mostly content to have the house to himself while the kids played outside or to ride around in the backpack with Dad.
Elizabeth takes her comic reading very seriously. We made a few visits to this coffee shop over the weekend; they had divine espresso.
The first morning there, the guys lost no time in acquainting themselves with the hot tub. Mind you, it's 9:30 in the morning. It's never too early for Corona as long as you're on vacation.
Our first dinner we had grilled salmon, baked red potatoes and Greek salad.
On the way home we visited nearby Dungeness Valley Creamery, where Albert and Anna buy their raw milk. It's a small enough operation that when people drop by unannounced they are allowed to walk around unescorted to say hello to the cows. Matteas LOVED the babies and really wanted to get into the pen with them. We had to physically restrain him, as his enthusiasm knew no bounds. I think he felt a connection with the calves; small, fuzzy, large brown eyes, lovers of milk, pitiful when hungry.
This is why my house is never clean; I get one job done and the second I turn my back, someone undoes it for me. That, and cocktail hour.
Speaking of cocktail hour, I found these cool wine goblets at an antique store in Sequim. We are perpetually breaking our wine glasses and have never been able to keep a matched set, so when I saw these cool sturdy blue ones I snatched them up. Aaron isn't wild about them because he thinks they look dated, but I told him to move away from dark wood paneling and towards crisp white table linens and big bouquets of hydrangeas.
One night last week it was WAY too hot to eat inside; our house has little to no insulation, so on a warm day it is easily ten degrees hotter inside by the end of the day than it is outside. I made some margaritaville flank steak(
Celebrate the Rain), corn on the cob and a salad of mixed greens, strawberries, blue cheese and balsamic caramel. Damien and Aaron carried our old coffee table outside and laid out pillows and blankets. Jack sounded the Feasting Horn, and it was a good time.
Don't think he can't get any cuter. If you do, he will suddenly do something that exceeds the known possible limits of human cuteness and your head, not being prepared, will explode. We spent the weekend in Sequim with our good friends Albert and Anna, and our kids all had a blast. Matteas was a little bummed that I wouldn't turn him loose on the beach, but after his last sand diarrhea episode I was determined not to subject his gut to such torture again. He didn't seem to really mind though, being mostly content to have the house to himself while the kids played outside or to ride around in the backpack with Dad.
Elizabeth takes her comic reading very seriously. We made a few visits to this coffee shop over the weekend; they had divine espresso.
The first morning there, the guys lost no time in acquainting themselves with the hot tub. Mind you, it's 9:30 in the morning. It's never too early for Corona as long as you're on vacation.
Our first dinner we had grilled salmon, baked red potatoes and Greek salad.
On the way home we visited nearby Dungeness Valley Creamery, where Albert and Anna buy their raw milk. It's a small enough operation that when people drop by unannounced they are allowed to walk around unescorted to say hello to the cows. Matteas LOVED the babies and really wanted to get into the pen with them. We had to physically restrain him, as his enthusiasm knew no bounds. I think he felt a connection with the calves; small, fuzzy, large brown eyes, lovers of milk, pitiful when hungry.
This is why my house is never clean; I get one job done and the second I turn my back, someone undoes it for me. That, and cocktail hour.
Speaking of cocktail hour, I found these cool wine goblets at an antique store in Sequim. We are perpetually breaking our wine glasses and have never been able to keep a matched set, so when I saw these cool sturdy blue ones I snatched them up. Aaron isn't wild about them because he thinks they look dated, but I told him to move away from dark wood paneling and towards crisp white table linens and big bouquets of hydrangeas.
One night last week it was WAY too hot to eat inside; our house has little to no insulation, so on a warm day it is easily ten degrees hotter inside by the end of the day than it is outside. I made some margaritaville flank steak(Celebrate the Rain), corn on the cob and a salad of mixed greens, strawberries, blue cheese and balsamic caramel. Damien and Aaron carried our old coffee table outside and laid out pillows and blankets. Jack sounded the Feasting Horn, and it was a good time.
1 comment:
My goodness! That picture is way too cute. Especially when you pair it with all his "adventuring". What a sweetie.
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