I know, I’m late with this post. I hereby promise that I will post once a day all this week. Yes, seven posts. At least three of those seven will be food. Two of those three will be treats. One of those seven will be more of the long-awaited Africa pictures. Another of those will be about yoga. How many does that leave? I’ll figure it out later.
The big news this week is that Spencer lost his first tooth. He was eating breakfast and asked me what would happen if he swallowed it. I told him that had never happened to me or Daddy or Graham, so to not worry about it. Not two minutes later, he went to take a bite and I could see that his tooth was gone. I told him to spit out his mouthful but the tooth was already on its way to his tummy. We decided to send an email to the tooth fairy to ask her what to do. It turns out that if you leave a note under your pillow, signed by the tooth-loser, that works just as well as a tooth. (Note the slight milk mustache in the photo.)
This time of year is what I refer to as “the long pants conundrum”. Both of my boys wear through their pants in the spring of each year, or they simply start to outgrow them (see: high waters on the right). The argument could be made that they, ahem, need new pants. The argument could also be made that it is almost shorts weather and buying new pants in their current sizes is silly. I can’t decide so I send them off in holey pants. (For the record, Graham’s pants – on the right – were not nearly as bad in the morning.)
It was spring break week so I had lots of time with my little monsters.
Spring means dandelions. Or, as my kids call them, “wishing flowers”. (It also means haircuts.)
I love this sculpture. It’s right near Graham’s school. (Those are little Washington states, if you didn’t recognize them.)
The legendary Paula Wolfert was at Book Larder on Wednesday. She was absolutely delightful.
We spent the weekend in Walla Walla, Washington – home of Washington state’s amazing wine scene. We did so many lovely things, ate really well, and drank some terrific wine. Our first stop was L’Ecole No. 41, a beautiful winery whose wine we have been drinking, and loving, for years. It is housed in an old schoolhouse – hence the name – and this is the old bell outside. You can bet that Spencer rang it several times.
Walla Walla is full of beauty. In the glass, on the plate, and in nature. I couldn’t get over the vibrancy of the fruit trees. We have these in Seattle, but the color is not nearly so intense.
We happened to be there during a big bike race. Randy instructed the boys to shout, “Allez allez allez!” as they flew by. Graham said, “Ole!” and Spencer (who still struggles with the letter “l” a bit) said, “Away!” More on Walla Walla next week!
When Graham opts to not be goofy in front of the camera, he is a pretty photogenic little guy.
After a 4½ drive home, I still wanted to make dinner. Partly it was because I wanted something lighter than pizza or Thai food which are our standard take-out options. Partly because I really wanted to make pasta.