The buses in our new neighborhood are better than we realized, with the significant exception of getting to Jack’s office. Multiple bues run to the Mount Baker light rail station, which is great for getting to our parents’ neighborhoods.
The buses in our new neighborhood are better than we realized, with the significant exception of getting to Jack’s office. Multiple bues run to the Mount Baker light rail station, which is great for getting to our parents’ neighborhoods.
This post is just an excuse to share some pictures I like of things other than our house! Last weekend we got to spend some time with my sister and we also had a great time at Jack’s [g]uncles’ pool party.
Becky clearly said something funny at brunch. Wish I remembered what it was.
Pool volleyball is a blast and the floaty toys were unexpectedly perfect for these toddler cousins.
August is breastfeeding month in the United States and it’s a topic that is close to my heart. Pun intended.
Thanks to decades of public health outreach and promotion, nursing is once again is a routine practice this country. However, I absolutely believe it needs all of the organized and legal and social support it can get, because although it is the most natural thing in the world, it is at odds with a lot of values and practices in our culture, including our paradoxical modesty and the demands of the workforce. That said, the word that it is good for babies and moms is out, so I’ll step off my soapbox for the rest of this post and share some of the most fascinating things I have learned about nursing.
I estimate that I spent over 2500 hours (10*90+4*270+2*300+1*60) nursing or pumping over the course of D’s first two years. It was a wonderful, convenient, inconvenient, pleasant, painful and irreplaceable series of experiences that gave me a lot of time to read and reflect on the subject. In fact, those of you who read all the way to this point should consider congratulating me on keeping this post so brief.
Our fourth of July camping trip is now a venerable tradition in its second year. We reserved only six months in advance instead of the nine months that is permitted so didn’t get as nice of camp sites. Aside from one of them being next to a rocky, precipitous drop off in to a pond, they were okay though (sites 343, 345, and 346). A couple of us stayed three nights and the weather was dry and comfortable.
D and his friend had lots of common interests like digger toys, plaid shirts, wearing bike helmets all the time, biking and playing in the car. They only called OnStar twice.
Down at the lake the kids swam a little, went out in a canoe, flew a kite and played in the sand.
Getting a good group shot proved to be difficult.
There was a pair of owls living in the campsite that we saw several times. In the picture of the kids on the rock we tried to keep them happy by saying “oooh look there’s the owl”. Below, one of the owls has a huge rodent for supper.