The audio goes something like this:
Simultaneously:
JOHN: No, don't do that. Stop, please. Wait. No.
HYRUM: Help you! That's Hyrum help you!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Out my bedroom window
The audio goes something like this:
Simultaneously:
JOHN: No, don't do that. Stop, please. Wait. No.
HYRUM: Help you! That's Hyrum help you!
Monday, May 28, 2012
Happy Memorial Day!
At the last minute, I decided I wanted to sleep in instead of join friends at the beach today. So, we went strawberry picking instead. In a holiday miracle of sorts, we ran into virtually no traffic at any point during our jaunt out to Sussex County Strawberry Farm. When we presented ourselves at the field, the guy in charge was a little worried about our pale, pale children out in that hot, hot sun. We got little baskets instead of big ones, and I set my timer for 30 minutes. We were got back into the car right as it rang, I think. In spite of the short amount of time we spent actually picking (because of it?), we had a fantastic time.
Evelyn proved a champion a determining which berries were ripe enough. Hyrum proved a champion at eating berries in various stages of ripeness, and I fear, rottenness. Since strawberries are possibly his favorite food, he was in hog heaven. I think he probably picked about as much as Evelyn did; he just stored them all in his belly instead of a basket. We have no pictures of any of this because my phone ate them.
After that 20 or 25 minutes of backbreaking manual labor, we thought it was only fair that we treat ourselves to Chick-fil-A.
Then, it was back home. We tried to stop at to stop at Costco on the way, but it was closed! Tragedy. The fact that traffic back in was just as lovely and easy as it had been on the way out more than made up for it, though.
The farm where we picked also had a gardening center, so we bought some herbs, a few vegetables, and a couple token flowers for this summer's terrace garden. When we moved into our apartment, I thought I would really enjoy growing things on the terrace. As it turns out, I sort of don't. Luckily, as it turns out, John and Evelyn really do. Once we got home, they made a quick trip to Home Depot, and then it was planting time.
While everyone else did the heavy lifting, I made Pioneer Woman's beef and snow pea stir fry for dinner. I highly recommend it, along with strawberry picking, Chick-fil-A, and letting the rest of your family get filthy gardening while you chill inside with the A/C on.
Evelyn proved a champion a determining which berries were ripe enough. Hyrum proved a champion at eating berries in various stages of ripeness, and I fear, rottenness. Since strawberries are possibly his favorite food, he was in hog heaven. I think he probably picked about as much as Evelyn did; he just stored them all in his belly instead of a basket. We have no pictures of any of this because my phone ate them.
After that 20 or 25 minutes of backbreaking manual labor, we thought it was only fair that we treat ourselves to Chick-fil-A.
Then, it was back home. We tried to stop at to stop at Costco on the way, but it was closed! Tragedy. The fact that traffic back in was just as lovely and easy as it had been on the way out more than made up for it, though.
The farm where we picked also had a gardening center, so we bought some herbs, a few vegetables, and a couple token flowers for this summer's terrace garden. When we moved into our apartment, I thought I would really enjoy growing things on the terrace. As it turns out, I sort of don't. Luckily, as it turns out, John and Evelyn really do. Once we got home, they made a quick trip to Home Depot, and then it was planting time.
While everyone else did the heavy lifting, I made Pioneer Woman's beef and snow pea stir fry for dinner. I highly recommend it, along with strawberry picking, Chick-fil-A, and letting the rest of your family get filthy gardening while you chill inside with the A/C on.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Party people
Because we aren't ones to turn down an opportunity for more cake and ice cream, we celebrated Hyrum's birthday again today with a joint party for Hyrum and Jack. In a way, I felt like we were celebrating Melissa's return to NYC almost as much as the boys' milestone. We had hoped for an outdoor fete but finally moved it indoors when it started sprinkling at T minus 30 minutes to go. Luckily, as it turned out, since at one point during the party it poured hard for about 15 or 20 minutes.
In any case, Jack successfully blew out both boys' candles, Hyrum ate 3 pieces of cake, and all our guests were too polite to complain about how hot it got at peak party time, so I think we'll call this one a success.
In any case, Jack successfully blew out both boys' candles, Hyrum ate 3 pieces of cake, and all our guests were too polite to complain about how hot it got at peak party time, so I think we'll call this one a success.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Happy birthday, Hyrum!
Since breakfast is the most important meal of the day, we made sure to start things off right with donuts. I have to say, I don't think I've ever had a truly terrible day that started with a donut.
An hour later, we hit a low point when I decided to make a quick trip to Trader Joe's in what basically amounted to a monsoon (which I loosely define as any rainstorm bad enough to force me to stop multiple times to empty water out of my rain boots).
But we bounced back in the PM with a few early presents,
dinner at Shake Shack,
more presents, and cake.
Happy birthday, Hyrum! We can't imagine our family without you. Now that you're a mature two years old, we look forward to seeing you take on new skills and responsibilities. For starters, maybe you could agree to show all our future children how to sleep 8-10 hour stretches at night by the time they're two months old, especially the little girl? (probably; inconclusive ultrasound last week) scheduled to join us on or about October 31.
An hour later, we hit a low point when I decided to make a quick trip to Trader Joe's in what basically amounted to a monsoon (which I loosely define as any rainstorm bad enough to force me to stop multiple times to empty water out of my rain boots).
But we bounced back in the PM with a few early presents,
dinner at Shake Shack,
What are you thinking?!? I don't want to take a picture. Give me those french fries. Now!
In furtherance of another Prete family tradition, we picked up an incredibly flattering photo of me. Monsoon hair? Check. No makeup? Check.
First solo finish of a cheeseburger
more presents, and cake.
Happy birthday, Hyrum! We can't imagine our family without you. Now that you're a mature two years old, we look forward to seeing you take on new skills and responsibilities. For starters, maybe you could agree to show all our future children how to sleep 8-10 hour stretches at night by the time they're two months old, especially the little girl? (probably; inconclusive ultrasound last week) scheduled to join us on or about October 31.
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