Sunday, June 30, 2013
After we dropped the big kids off with their grandparents we hit the skies with Rosebud who still gets to come, mostly because she flies for free. Taking an infant around the city was a hassle but probably ended up working to our advantage because she would turn on the charm with her blue eyed stare and melt the hearts of even the toughest of New Yorkers.
Rosy thought the planes were a lot more interesting when she was looking at them from the outside.
We saw all the usual tourist attractions and crammed ourselves into the masses at Times Square. We were there before dark on a Wednesday night and it was overwhelming. I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like on New Year's Eve.
Since the trip was officially for study purposes Rosy and I had quite a bit of time to wander while Brandon was working in libraries.
We rode the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty. Because of the amazing zoom on our camera you will just have to trust me that this is her. You might not want to, now that you know that the Rigbys have secret underground dealings in New York. It could all just be a cover up.
One time she smiled at the crazy guy that everyone else was working hard at avoiding and it turned out that he was a prophet. He told us that he doesn't usually share his prophesies but he wanted to let us know that because we were taking good care of our baby that she was going to bring us thousands of dollars. He emphasized that it wasn't one thousand dollars, but that it was for sure going to be thousands and thousands of dollars. I didn't want to be rude but I sort of wanted to ask if he was sure he was reading his revelation correctly because I'm pretty sure that she is going to cost us thousands of dollars. But then again, there are tax returns. She is already starting to pay off.
We stopped in at the FAO Schwarz to play the Big piano but there were a bunch of kids using it. Instead we had to be content seeing the Newborn Nursery that Elna Baker told about on This American Life. If you haven't heard her story about Nubbins you should find it. I would put a link but it is already way past my bedtime.
And that, my friends, was our trip. If you made it to the end of this post you are truly a friend indeed.
Posted by Marci at 9:46 PM
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Yesterday was Rocky's last day of school so we felt like we should get out and enjoy the sunshine and bask in the freedom that summer brings. Unfortunately for Brandon that freedom won't begin for another week. Generally I stick with the boring mom scenario and make the girls stick to the playground outside our front door so that I can happily sit on a blanket and read while Rosy naps but today I was feeling inspired. I had an errand to run in Veneta and figured that since we were already 30 minutes into the drive that we might as well extend it to Florence.When I first proposed the idea the girls were so excited that they were running around the apartment cheering. We found a little beach off of the spit and they frolicked and danced in the sun for an hour or so before Daisy came back to me and asked when we would be leaving for the coast. I was perplexed because as far as I was concerned we had already arrived. After a few minutes of her insisting that we weren't there I asked her to tell me more about it and she said, "You know the coast that goes up and down and you ride." It was then I realized that she was under the impression that I was taking her to a roller coaster. "Yeah," she replied, "Aren't we going to the roller coast?"
As the time passed I grew some pretty tender feelings for the dogs. Their spastic bouncing in and out of the water was the four-legged version of the same dance Rocky and Daisy were doing. I still wasn't sure about their owners though. If it was reversed and Rosy was trying to take a bite out of one of their dogs I'm sure I would have at least apologized. She only has two teeth but I have been bit enough by them to know I need to keep her reined in.
The guy's only comment was, "They are just being a couple of crazy hamburgers."
What does that even mean? Hamburgers?
Later he told me he was from Warshington which made me think of my dad and seemed a little endearing and since none of my little hamburgers were hurt we all parted as friends.
The girls wanted to show their Opa that they found stick guns. Instead of play shooting each other however, they used them as part of an impromptu peace demonstration. You can take the girls out of Eugene but you can't take the Eugene out of the girls. It was especially effective because Rocky is clearly holding her pistol by the barrel.
Two minutes after the photo the sticks were set aside when an argument began over who got to use the purple bucket and they went for the real weapon that was available, the sand. So much for peace. Once they were both crying from the pain of sandy eyes I swept in to save the day by handing out a round of bananas and all was well.
|Last day of school with teacher Stormi|
Posted by Marci at 9:22 PM
Monday, June 3, 2013
Since the weather has been so nice we have moved outside and spend as much time as possible out there enjoying the sun and the other families that live here. I have heard horror stories from people living in complexes like this about their neighbors but we are incredibly lucky to be surrounded by awesome friends.
For those of you who don't get to drop in for dinner conversation this is what it looks like.
As you can see we keep up a pretty strict dress code for evening meals.
This one is better.
Hey, I just met you.
Here's my number
And here's my baby.
Brandon noted that she had taken a when we first met story and with a small adjustment in the wording turned it into the beginning of a sketchy babysitting job.
Posted by Marci at 9:07 PM