Or his little foot got lodged in the division? There was an odd, inept, but certainly media-savvy firebombing.
Want to give me some feedback? Finally he settled down, that time on the bus, and we talked about his behavior. I never want to go back to my car-dependent past. "You're going to be a good boy forever, once you turn four, aren't you?
It had pretty handlebars and a kickstand.
I'm knitting here, there and everywhere. " when I put the right kind of super cereal in the grocery cart. She focuses in sharp intense bursts! And as I disengaged myself from the various electronic crises and readied Truman for our long bike ride to meet some lovely, calm mamas for a brainstorming meeting, I remembered the moon. You can't feel that grey June rain on your back and the muscles in your calves.
The next day, there was the trailer, ready to be attached. I love to knit by the side of the wading pool, on my parents' porch on a lazy weekend, in the backyard as the boys play.
I spend a lot of time on the bus, waiting for the bus, I have time to knit. And we went to the kick-off event at Pioneer Square today and oh, was I right! I love getting up and getting on my bike to go to a meeting, riding past people watering their lawns and painting their houses and running and, of course, driving their cars. I spend a lot of time on the bus, waiting for the bus, I have time to knit. Plus there's that baby to contend with. I told him about how, this time four years ago, I was about to be prepared for surgery. I sat down and was charmed immediately. Let's just say we missed the bus. " He nodded solemnly.
I've been accumulating a delightful collection of child's helmets at garage sales, but I had to fit them to heads and find the missing set of straps. I even offered, on my blog, for Peter to leave the sign in my yard, only a few blocks away, if he didn't want it.
And we went to the kick-off event at Pioneer Square today and oh, was I right! Last month, he visited our neighborhood meeting on a right-of-way matter.
Turns out: my partner was Larissa, whose fault it was that I signed up for the swap in the first place, and the deadline was: passed. There, I'll leave it at that, you're all gorgeous and funny and smart and if I linked to you I'd never be up for yoga. A Mini Cooper would be nice. and take our picture, mainly, because Truman's so darned adorable. If you're participating, here's the pattern, in pdf format.
I see how the city is changing, how it remains the same.
And as I rode to Trader Joe's last night for bread and bananas, I thought.
I'll be asking, hey, what's up with our sign?
" I want to call it "boy" and feature some of the exuberant silly brilliant tortured emotions I see on the faces of my boys, and the ones I know.
But we've committed to going without, and we couldn't afford anything new, or even close to it, even if I was weak enough to give into my lust for autos. I had good ideas, really I did. There's the brilliant red shawl, using some of this gorgeous candy-cane yarn and lots of leftover "reds" noro silk garden. I drove across the country, bringing my gas-guzzler with me.