Tag Archives: Park

The Kite

7 Apr

One of the best toys Isobel received for her birthday was a kite from our Reno friends Dave and Stef. We were very excited to test this bad boy out, and luckily for us, the day after her party was perfect: sunny, windy, only a little cold, and lovely.

Isobel had no idea what a kite was, of course, and I explained to her that we were going to the park to fly it. When we got there she just wanted to P-L-A-Y (sorry, I get into the habit of spelling certain words when I’m around her). From the field she could see the playground equipment, and there were some tense moments while waiting for Anthony to assemble the kite. So far all it had done was lay there. That’s not as exciting as going down the slide. Duh, Mama.

But when we finally got it up in the air she LOVED it.

She did not think she was too young to fly a kite. She kept grabbing the string so she could “fly” it, too.

And when it would fall down, she’d run to it.

Here’s a photo my camera took while I was doing something else.

It was so fun, even though we were all absolutely exhausted from the party the day before. Flying a kite and then going home and taking a 2 hour nap were about all I could handle.

After awhile, we let Isobel hold the spool. She really, really wanted to fly it.

We helped, of course.

I love this picture below. She’s like, “I AM TOTES FLYING A KITE!”

Afterwards, Anthony and I caved and took her on the swings. Because we are soft.

And then I took a picture of myself on the playground, looking all gangster.

(With unbrushed hair.)

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Father’s Day

15 Jul

I know I’m very late in writing about Father’s Day. Juggling baby duty while trying to live a normal life is tough and I completely understand now why it took so long for my Mom to take down the Christmas decorations or to develop the film she had sitting in her camera: she was just trying to keep everybody appropriately clothed, our faces adequately wiped, and our vaccinations up-to-date. Accomplishing anything else on top of that was a bonus.

Father’s Day this year was memorable for several reasons: 1. it was the first time my family got together without my sister, who is in Hawaii, 2. it was Anthony’s second Father’s Day, 3. and it happened twice. Yes, twice. You see, I haven’t been keeping track of dates and things since I’ve been off for the summer. I always get really lazy about that. For some reason I thought the weekend before Father’s Day was Father’s Day. Anthony, who never keeps track of holidays like that, just went along with the flow. And why wouldn’t he? I kept saying things like, “We’ll do whatever you want! It’s your day!!” Who was he to question that? Especially when there was Piping.

What is Piping? Piping is something that originated organically within my group of friends years ago, but it is not unique to us. We found out that a whole bunch of people do it, and they have a different word for it (Boffers). Basically, it’s a game. It started with friends hitting each other with PVC pipe and grew to include insulation and duct tape. Some of my friends are into martial arts and some of them are into SCA. All of them enjoy running around and beating the crap out of each other with padded weapons. It’s a match made in heaven.

The day that I thought was Father’s Day was also Piping Day. Since my friend Dave was moving away we held a giant piping match in his honor. What better way to show our affection than to hit him repeatedly with PVC pipe?

It was Anthony’s day! Father’s day! He could do whatever he wanted! And he wanted to pipe all day. Which was fine by me. Isobel and I joined the festivities by relaxing in the shade and talking to Stefanie.

We were lucky that it was a relatively mild day for summer and not nearly has hot as it could have been. A nice breeze cooled us down and kept the day from reaching 100. We were lucky.

My friends have been piping together for years. People who started piping as children are now piping as adults. Almost a decade ago I used to go to the park with Anthony on Saturday mornings and think, “One day, we’ll have a little kid and I’ll bring he or she to the park to play while Anthony pipes.”

We spent pretty much all day at the park with Anthony while he ran around and hit people with a pipe. He was probably the happiest Dad ever.

Before he got bogged down with a shoulder injury Anthony was a major part of the piping scene. He organized weekly matches and really helped the sport it grow and gain momentum in our area. A lot of the younger guys that pipe now pipe because of him. It killed him when he had to stop participating regularly, but it couldn’t be helped: injury and responsibilities kept him away. I was glad to indulge him as a Father’s Day present.

Who could have known fifteen years ago that Aaron grabbing a PVC pipe from his Dad’s sprinkler repair would grow into a huge local hobby involving so many people?

I know Anthony was proud to have Isobel and I there to support him.

I had a great time even though I don’t pipe (please note my marked dislike of running around and being hit with things). Isobel had a great time at the park and I got to see some old friends, friends from out of town, and spend some quality time with Dave and Stef before the move.

That night I tried calling my Dad to wish him a Happy Father’s Day, but I couldn’t get a hold of him till the next day. Aaaand that’s how I found out it wasn’t actually Father’s Day till next Saturday. Well! There you go. I invited my parents and grandma over for a Second Father’s Day Celebration.

Anthony, of course, did not mind, and I have no regrets. It was nice to have a day just for Anthony to celebrate what a fantastic father he is. He is incredible Anyone who sees him interact with Isobel or kids in general notices this.

Saturday I’ll be posting Father’s Day, Part II to include our actual Father’s Day activities.

People of Voltaire (and anyone else that’s curious), see the full piping set here.

Level Up

30 Apr

Isobel’s desire to explore has increased dramatically in the last couple weeks. She actively tries to escape the house when we open the door so that we now have to watch not only for escaping kitties but also escaping babies. We went grocery shopping today and for the first time ever she wanted to be put down so she could walk around.

This new phase makes it incredibly fun to go to the park. She screams with joy that she’s able to walk around on her own and choose where to go. She is fascinated by the other children and marvels at what they can do. Every thing is interesting. Everything is new. Everything is exciting.

We walked with some friends to a nearby park this evening to wear out Baby K so he’d hopefully sleep well and to let Isobel run off some steam. I have a theory that she plays a game every day called ‘Pedometer.’ It’s a game that tells her body she needs to walk so many steps before she can rest. Sometimes she just wanders through the house over and over and over, not really doing anything but walking around, maybe holding a toy and certainly babbling. It’s getting warmer now and watching her play outside is as fun for us to watch as it is for her to play.

Oh, and it doesn’t hurt that we brought that cute boy to the park with us.

Tomorrow we are heading out of town to drive a couple hours west for a conference in the Bay Area. The last time we went Anthony and I had a great time. Isobel stayed with Grandma Livia so it was like combining work with play and we had a hot date in San Jose afterward. Tomorrow, however, Grandma and Grandpa have plans so Isobel is coming with us which should be interesting to say the least. We haven’t gone anywhere with her in a while that required more than a half hour’s drive so I’m kind of nervous. She has been getting restless and whiny during longer car rides so we weren’t eager to take day trips with her.

In about a month we are taking Isobel on a day trip to Point Lobos for Melynda’s birthday and Anthony and I are considering this trip a trial run to be sure that trip goes as smoothly as possible. We decided that with these trips ahead of us it’s time to level up Isobel’s car ride experience with… her Big Girl car seat!

Ta-da!

We needed to test it out so we went to In-in-Out (purely for scientific reasons) and she LOVED it. Clearly she was very comfortable and quite content. She even put her doll in the cup holder–THAT’S how relaxed she was. Hopefully we’ll make it to San Jose without a meltdown. Wish us luck!