Monday, August 29, 2011
We also went for a nature hike and ate the five blackberries that were ripe.
At this point our camera ran out of batteries. I'm not sure why...it couldn't be the nonstop picture taking that I did while we were in Utah. I haven't gotten around to changing the battery yet and since I didn't get any pictures of the Eugene Celebration parade or the 30 kids in the bouncy house at the birthday party Rocky was invited to last weekend, I figured that I should take this chance to catch up on a couple of stories.
All evening yesterday Rocky kept saying, "Knock, Knock, Who is knocking on my..." and she would change the ending. It started at dinner and she said, "Who is knocking on my little cucumber?" Later she said her leg and then she moved to consistently asking, "Who is knocking on my fridge?"
I finally asked her who she thought was knocking on her fridge and she said in a tone that implied that it was completely obvious, "You know, the Billy Goats." I guess in nursery they told the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff and she figured that if the goats could knock on a fridge, why not on a cucumber?
We were walking last night and the girls were getting kind of antsy in the stroller so Brandon suggested that Rocky tell Daisy a story. This is what she said.
Once upon a time there was a butterfly and it fell asleep and dreamed about bats. The bat's name was...(pause)...Butterfly. Brandon said that it sounded like something he would be studying in one of his lit classes. Probably Cortazar or Borges. Maybe she will have a future in writing the next meta-fictional classic.
Brandon and I have a lot of interesting incidents involving sleep walking and/or sleep talking. The other day when we woke up, for no clear reason, the Dustbuster was in the bed between us. I didn't have my glasses on and I though it was one of the kids because it was all tucked in and looking so cozy. Neither of us have any idea who put it there or why, but since I'm writing this account, I'm going to go ahead and blame it on Brandon.
As you can tell by the fact that I think these stories are interesting that our lives pretty much consist of nonstop adventure. Although, after the excitement we had in Utah, it is nice to get back to the calm. We've be reconnecting with our friends around here and enjoying the parks and the cool evenings and remembering why we love Eugene.
Posted by Marci at 10:14 PM
Bedtime with Oma and Opa lasted a lot longer than it does at home because they have to read about 25 stories.
The Kangaroo zoo which is as fun as it is tiring for little jumping legs.
|Who would let all that pie go to waste?|
Posted by Marci at 9:42 PM
The good part about it was that it was cool and the sun wasn't an issue. Unfortunately all my fueling at that late hour kept me puking the rest of the night.
The best part of the race was that Brandon made an awesome playlist for the three of us and we synched our ipods so that we would all be listening to the same music even if we couldn't see each other.
And if running his first half marathon wasn't enough, Brandon took things another step further this summer by doing his first triathlon with Eric and Caleb.
Mike was so proud of his boys.
Rocky was so tired from cheering that she made sure to take a moment to rest up so that she would be ready to cheer in her dad. While we were waiting she told everyone that she was there cheering for "my friend...his name is Daddy."
This race they actually went two times through the whole process which seemed exhausting. The second time looked pretty much like the first.
The Rigby bros at the finish (just be glad that this doesn't show the belly shirts they were wearing.)
Posted by Marci at 9:30 PM
Since we haven't been in Utah for a few years on Pioneer Day we really partied hard this year and tried to catch up on all that we had missed. We started with the rodeo.
Then we got up early to be there for the parade. This year it was a little bit overcast so we weren't blasted by the sun as bad as usual.
|You can practically taste the enthusiasm.|
Posted by Marci at 8:50 PM
On a trip to the Farmer's Market with Matt and Kristin we got to see cheese actually aging. I think it was pretty much the highlight of the summer.
Posted by Marci at 8:27 PM