27 July 2010

The Lake

We just got back from a week at my parents' cabin, where it was sunny and beautiful almost the whole time. Here are the girls in the lake.

Bumper boats

Emily was a little unsure about the whole little boat thing, but as I could have predicted, as soon as Bella crashed into her with her inner tube, all was well. That's my Emily. She likes a good crash.

She also likes ducks and likes to ACK at them. ACK! ACK! Although sometimes she gets confused and pants at them instead (her other trick is being a dog).

We spent a lot of time at the beach, where Brent built his traditional sand castle. Here's Emily, digging away.

At the beach

And Grandpa took Bella fishing with her princess pole. Although I think she only cast it once and then decided it was less work (and more princess-y) if G'pa just did all the casting and reeling in and touching of worms/fish and she would just watch the bobber and give a shout when it went under and blow kisses to the fish when they're thrown back. Which is pretty much how I fish too.

Fishing in Gpa's Boat

I started calling it the "Rehabbin' Cabin" since I seem to have been massively addicted to caffeine before arriving. But a few days away from all of my coffee apparatae and I'm cured. At least for now!

Brent and I had a date, where we went to the quilt store. Just kidding. We went to the quilt store AND the casino. I got cute new fabric and crabcakes and probably a glass too much wine and came home to find Emily sound asleep and Bella taking a bath in a Rubbermaid tub on the deck. We got to hear all about their pizza dinner and ice cream dessert and Emily's poop (grandparents highly traumatized). A fun night for all.

The girls enjoyed riding in the boat to get ice cream. You can boat to get ice cream? I KNOW! How great is that!

Ice Cream!

And here's the view from the deck on our last night. (Where I am getting eaten alive by mosquitoes--lest we get too idyllic here). That's a showstopper sunset.


The trip was totally worth the 5 hours of packing and 4 hour drive up with Emily screaming the whole way (she likes to try to Incredible Hulk out of her car seat and then becomes enraged when she can't successfully turn into the Hulk and remembers she is a weak powerless little baby still buckled into a carseat--WAAAH!).We checked out a Backyardigans DVD from the library for Bella to watch on the way up, so she was not such a disaster as usual. The way home was equally torturous and involved half a bag of licorice (fed to the girls half a piece at a time to try to keep them happy), 3 Strawberry Shortcake movies, and a peed in carseat. I seriously think we'd all be safer if I could just give the kids some benadryl before car trips. Why can I not do that?

But like I said, it was totally worth it. The cabin is what childhood is made of.

11 July 2010

Another F'ed UFO

Another finished unfinished object!

Why, what did you think I meant?

Beaded Linen Shawl

2009 was the year I was going to finish all my UFOs. And I made an honest effort. But here it is 2010 and I still have several that I am plugging away on. The beaded shawl, my only remaining knitting UFO, was perhaps my worst--languishing on the needles since 2002. But if you had to push a gazillion beads down the yarn every fourth row or so, you'd understand. SNORE. And then at the very very end, I cast off and looked at it and said, that's not right, I should have done it on the wrong side, and ripped out my cast off and redid it. Except--you guessed it--it was right the first time. GRRRSNORE! So don't get any pink ribbon winning ideas about this one.

But still, cute, no?

Beaded Linen Shawl

Speaking of cute... as most of you know, I like to invent things, then do nothing, then complain vehemently when someone else invents it. So I would like to post this video of Bella after she invented Neapolitan Milk (three kinds of milk in one, compartmentalized carton) to record in history her idea. I started recording her because she was so funny talking about all the details--the caps would screw on like on the OJ container! you can pour whichever one you want! But when I started recording, she is so well trained to perform that she sang an impromptu song instead.

It's very catchy. You can often hear someone humming it around the Baker house.

07 July 2010

In which you are bored more by my garden

Look! We got strawberries!! Our first harvest was exactly four--perfect, one for each member of the Baker family. Except Emily is super cute when she does the "mo?" (more) and makes the sign for please. Soooo cute. Irresistible really. Which is how she ended up with three strawberries and Brent and I ended up with none.

First strawberries

Since the four strawberries were hardly enough to satisfy us, we decided to get our strawberry-piggy selves to a strawberry patch, PRONTO.

Strawberry Fields

I guess it was a little late in the season. So there was a lot of foraging. And the whole patch smelled like squashed strawberries. (not a bad thing).

Strawberry Picking

We managed to pick ourselves a big box of strawberries. All for only $10! I was just tickled. (let's not talk about the gas that we used driving out to the country and back--just let me have my moment here. thank you.)


That looks like a ton of strawberries, yes? Like that should last a couple days? Nope. All gone in 24 hrs. We chowed down and made some strawberry-vanilla jam and then we were like, hey, where'd all those strawberries go? I didn't even get to make the traditional strawberry picking crepes with whip cream. We did, however, enjoy the awesomest strawberry, blueberry, and whip cream RED WHITE and BLUE pancakes for fourth of July dinner. Screw you steaks and beer, when I want to celebrate AMERICA I make me some pancakes, bacon, and coffee.

Speaking of the Fourth, want to see some cute pictures? Sure you do! That's why you're here, right? We went over to Brent's sister's neighborhood, where the Fourth is a big deal. Parade, firetrucks, band, bbq, games, the whole shebang.

Ok, cute picture #1, Mimi in a flag dress. Ooooh! so cute!

Emily Bea

Cute picture #2. Our entry in the kiddie parade. (We didn't win--Best Wagon went to a wagon with a dog in a cowboy hat. I guess that is hard to top, even with a BABY in a FLAG DRESS. For crying out loud.)

Ready for the parade

And finally, cute picture #3. BRACE YOURSELF for Baker overload.

Us on the Fourth of July

I thought that turned out great--it was taken by a photographer who was trying to promote his business and was just set up at the bbq. Score!

We came home, the kids ate an unbelievable (really, you wouldn't believe me) amount of pancakes, then we tucked them in and relaxed on the deck and watched fireworks.

Actually to be completely honest, Brent relaxed on the deck and watched fireworks. I got all shutterbuggy and had to set up my tripod and try about 50 different camera settings (don't ask me what worked, I have no idea). But I like that kind of photo-y stuff, so I guess I was relaxing too. We were pretty impressed at the fireworks in the neighborhood. Aren't fireworks expensive? Like how expensive are we talking here? Like $50 for a nice shooty one like above? or more? sheesh. I'd rather have yarn.

So I guess my perfect Fourth of July includes babies in flag dresses, lots of playing/dancing/swimming, pancakes, and yarn shooting up in the air.

Which means this year was almost perfect!