I’m feeling weepy about the end of an era in our lives.
The six month occupation of the Lawrence Hall of Science by the Dinosaurs Unearthed exhibit.
We were there from the first day, on May 28th, when we stumbled upon the opening by accident. We had no idea it was coming, and we never . . . → Read More: saying goodbye to the lawrence hall dinosaurs
Today’s NaBloPoMo writing prompt is last meal. I believe someone did a coffee table book on the subject, interviewing famous chefs.
(Pauses to Google in a new tab)
Aha! Here it is: My Last Supper: 50 Great Chefs and Their Final Meals / Portraits, Interviews, and Recipes
On the one hand, I should just answer . . . → Read More: finding my way back to my writing voice, day 2: food
And poof, it’s over. Am already back in Oakland which was shivery and cold and gray from the moment we returned through midday today, just depressing enough to make the already fading memories of the trip a little more vivid before they are gone.
Mornings: the balmy air, the papayas, morning beverages and books on . . . → Read More: kauai with preschooler, days 2-through-8 (round 3)
We came to Kauai as a family for the first time when Jonah was barely 4 months old.
We came back again two years ago when he was almost 2.
And now we are here, with our almost-4-year-old.
Given that it’s now 11:15 pm, Pacific time, and that we’ve been up since 6am, I am . . . → Read More: traveling with preschooler in kauai: day 1 (round 3)
We’re trying out jokes with Jonah. With some success. Witness:
Me: Knock Knock
Jonah: Who’s there?
J: Banana who?
(Dear reader, you know this one, right?)
Orange you glad I didn’t say . . . → Read More: jonah’s jokes
First there was the portrait of Scott.
And then it was my turn:
Note how well he captured my big eyes and warm smile.
Those are slippers on my feet, according to the artist.
A stunning likeness! I am honored.
. . . → Read More: portrait of the mother by a young artist
Back when Jonah attended that other preschool, the one we left behind, he came home with a painting in hand almost every day. At his new preschool, for the first several months, this was not the case. We worried. We took action. We bought an easel, paints, et. al. and a compelling multicolored plastic drawer . . . → Read More: portrait of the artist drawing a portrait
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Today Jonah had his other first day of preschool. We already went through the first day back in January where I’d packed his lunch and taken pictures, and we know how that turned . . . → Read More: dee-ay-emm-emm-eye-tee