Homebound

 Last week of February through first week of March 2011

I could make up something interesting. I could tell a wonderful tale. I could share thoughts and dreams or invent mysterious, lovely family outings... such as ' we had tea and crumpets in the park on a warm, cloudless sunny day and Fisher saved the life a 5 year old boy by stopping an oncoming car with merely his will, all while holding a philosophical conversation with the 14th Dalai Lama, to our utter amazement!' However, I have decided, if for no other reason than lack of energy, to admit that we have been housebound. Doing nothing more than chores, more unpacking (although nothing is going any place in particular, more like we are shuffling items to and fro) and... basically just trying to get all the little things done. Important things... like... ya know... Smudging (to clean out the old energy from before us). Okay, fine. So the sage is still in the compost friendly wrapper on our counter. Hmmm.... so basically...I have no idea what we have been doing. Ahhh, but see... I have managed to write a lot... about nothing! Don't give up on us yet, friends. Creativity will soon find us in the new zip code- eventually.

Needless to say, we wont be able to stock the "bar" for a long time. Remember, Fish love small spaces.

Dubb$ came down with the family for dinner.

Fisher and Kaiya drawing.

Everyone loves to hold a new baby.

Layla Mae looks just like her Daddy!

Fisher's Nana Noni and Layla.

Babies grow up tooooo fast. Casein point- my baby to your visual left.

Uncle Dubb$ gives great horsey rides!

Fisher looks awfully proud!!!

... and more... and more.. gee Dubb$, starting to look a little red in the face!

 and... he's out!

Look at the boys. Is it inherent? By the end of the night, us girls walk in and find this all too familiar scene... now bringing the youngest male into the ritual of silent grunts. Do not contaminate my baby boy!

Three bellies in a row.

Sunday morning pancakes- the bestest! Especially with the bestest helper around!

Fish Fact: Fisher can crack eggs perfectly by the way. Only had to pick out one teeny shell!

As you can see, he takes himself very seriously!

Helping Daddy hang his blinds.

Exploring exotic locals of... okay...it's our front yard. And it has lots-a-rocks... which meant Fisher was entertained for an endless amount of time. 

 Let me note here: We did not pose him- in any of these photos. He is naturally that cool.

 We hug trees.

Amazing.

Sorry. Asking me to pick just a few is impossible. 

Here is proof that he is my boy- by that I mean carries my crazy genetic make-up in a higher majority than not-  his first gnarly look caught on film. Oh man, it's not called film anymore, hugh? Damn it.

 The curse I prayed he would not have. The caught-off gaurd- ugliest facial expressions-ever.

Thank goodness we are so pretty the rest of the time!

Fisher planted his first flower seed (oh, see there is a first this post)

He's waiting for his sprout. I told him the process, for which he paid attention... but the concept of time he doesn't quite get. Now, every night he checks... I sure hope his sunflower grows!

Post note: Did you  notice Fisher's new glasses? They're brown. So grown up. I think I am missing the blue. What do you think?

Daddy and Fish put together his workbench- finally!

 

 

How sweet is this. Abbi reading Fish his bed time book. Fish decided to get more comfortable.

what did you say Abbi? 

Fisher was playing in the yard and finds, of course he does, a rusty paint can and paint brush. Of course, he knows exactly what to do with it... so he was not happy when I had to take the paint can away, replaced by a bowl of water  for pretend paint.

Nate tilled the yard and planted grass seed. It's a huge job- as  you can tell from the photos; the expanse of the yard. Keep all fingers and toes crossed that his efforts turn into a lush, grassy, blanket for our bare feet!  Poor guy! And thank you, thank you and THANK YOU to Adam who came over on a perfectly good Sunday to save the day and... well... give Nate a helping hand. By helping hand I mean, he pretty much handled the tiller. *wink*

Fisher watching Daddy from afar.

... okay, moving on. WARNING: Lost sense of humor.

Fisher was very worried about the tiller going near his "house"

I know it may be hard to see... but Fisher, at 2.5 yrs old, actually used a stick to unscrew his roof screws- completely. This is Daddy putting it back on.

A little bit of frizz going on.