t h e . r i d i c u l o u s . p a n d atag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo/12008-10-26T03:02:09Zkatie & sam & silas leeMovable Type Pro 4.21-entwenty fourtag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2622008-10-26T02:00:29Z2008-10-26T03:02:09Zsilas lee, a whole two stinky years ago you showed up. twenty four whole entire months of all you, everyday. and it has been, clearly, the best thing ever. your papa and i had no idea what we were going...
twenty four whole entire months of all you, everyday.
and it has been, clearly, the best thing ever. your papa and i had no idea what we were going to get when we threw our winter hats into the child rearing ring, but now we have a little more of a clue. we got you.
this month has been quite the early autumn experience. pumpkins, apples, time with all your friends, grandma and amma. a week in california. meeting two more cousins. museums, aquariums, dinosaurs, construction trucks, diggahs.
and your last airplane (up, up, high!) trip as a lap child. seventeen flights in two years and you only made us really sweat once (that kunming-beijing leg earlier this year). seventeen. but, many people all over this world want to see you & who are we to deny them an absolute joy we get to experience everyday. we know your life is crazy, honestly, if you weren't such a chill and entertaining kid we wouldn't have even considered taking on half the adventures we've had.
almost every weeknight before i collapse into bed, i think tomorrow we will take it easy and not do much. but then the morning comes and you are so excited to be awake. and i am so psyched to have another day with nothing to do but be with you, so we must make the most of it.
we must figure out what colors the leaves have changed to today, what halloween decorations we can discover, what friends we can find strolling around the neighborhood, what museums have free admission, what puddles have formed from overnight rainstorms, what books we can check out of the library that we've never read before, how many vegetables + apples we can maneuver home from the market.
and, now, you're two. and we haven't even come close to exhausting our possibilities.
so far so good. this upcoming monday would have been the day that sam and i planned on me being back on the payroll. we just remembered that the other evening. seriously, how did these first two years happen so fast? so fun? but, we'll figure it out. your papa promised us so. i'm sticking around at home at least a little while longer because this is the best job i've ever shared.
sam and i want to be sure to have the inside track on all the things that you've named during the day, all the horses and ponies you've ridden on, the pizzas you've made, the times you've banged yourself on the head and thought it was amusing. that's good stuff and since we made you, we call first dibs.
but, we are going to start documenting our family in a new spot. more pictures, less typing. this site will now be anchored at good ol' www.ohkatie.com. your monthly posts will be written by hand. plain and simple.
onward and upward.
happy birthday, big kid. your papa + mama love you so very much.
it's ridiculous.
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sugarbeetag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2612008-10-22T19:49:22Z2008-10-22T20:01:52Zsilas waking up from his afternoon nap before five=time to visit with olivia rose! who doesn't love when rachel is in town? we all get to stay up late and act inappropriately. early morning bike ride to breakfast at tre...
who doesn't love when rachel is in town? we all get to stay up late and act inappropriately.
early morning bike ride to breakfast at tre kronor. soaking up our favorite parts of home before our vacation.
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cleaner than when he got here.tag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2572008-10-10T21:13:50Z2008-10-10T21:33:01Ztaking portraits of the almost two year old silas is a whole different banana. reading the book that he reads every day, ten times a day. at least. walking the streets of andersonville with papa. raccoon pelt and a beet...
reading the book that he reads every day, ten times a day. at least.
walking the streets of andersonville with papa.
raccoon pelt and a beet & a carrot, silas prepares for the times that lay ahead.
catch and release the magnetic force fishing with papa.
golden boy on the wooden horse.
chicago botanic garden with mom and amy & forrest.
asparagus plants provide moments of shared solitude.
silas follows eliza around at the office.
give them a waterfall and a pile of tossable leaves and they're quite satisfied.
they stop to take in the view in between wind sprints back and forth on the bridge.
silas takes advantage of time spent with sam at dusk playing in the muddy puddle.
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flying cockroachestag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2562008-10-06T21:27:57Z2008-10-06T21:35:39Zovercast day? we headed to the aquarium. forrest chortles at the manta ray. careful, senor tortuga, that's some precious cargo. everybody else is scurrying about, huddled under their umbrellas. but there's my son, in no hurry at all, yelling "yay,...
forrest chortles at the manta ray.
careful, senor tortuga, that's some precious cargo.
everybody else is scurrying about, huddled under their umbrellas. but there's my son, in no hurry at all, yelling "yay, raining, yay!!"
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mony ponytag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2552008-10-03T19:13:36Z2008-10-03T19:41:13Zbefore the next weekend catches up and smacks the last one in the dupa, i must post. there is an ice cream sandwich followed by a nap waiting as my reward for successfully completing this small task. a five minute...
or maybe he'll fancy himself a baller.
bouncy train. i was worried he might get freaked out in the tunnels and hallways with kids barreling from every direction. but then once sam told me to chill out because silas was more than okay, i realized that he might not ever come out because he was just so delighted. oh, but he still looked so little to me in there.
then we took a five minute bike ride in the other direction from our apartment and found ourselves in a park district pumpkin patch. where ten bucks can get you:
a bunch of pumpkins to sit with,
some permanent markers and cray-pas to decorate your chosen one,
a pig to pet,
a donkey to pal around with,
a ghost painted on your cheek by a junior high kid with a very thin mustache,
and a pony to ride!! what a deal!
(special note to bkqp: silas chose the pony named blaze. respect.)
and because jon bon jovi says "we'll sleep when we're dead," weren't done yet. dinner was big plans for a pizza picnic in another park.
but the park was deemed to mosquito-y, silas actually yelled "ow! bug bite!" so we jumped on the montrose bus with our giant pizza and messed with the lady sitting to the right of the picture who kept saying into her cell phone, "i'm so hungry. i'm so hungry."
so there you go.]]>
twenty threetag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2542008-09-25T19:52:39Z2008-09-29T20:42:44Zthere was an evening near the end of my college days when i was sitting in a bar, waiting for a rock show to start, sipping on my amaretto sour. i was at a table full of friends, wanting to...
sitting at the coffee shop last thursday on the twenty three monthaversary of your birth, i had that same tumble in my stomach. this beautiful big kid, that sam and i created from scratch and love, is absolutely delighted to see everyone that crosses his path in the day. and because of you, silas lee, so very many people are having a better day.
you give kelly hugs in appreciation for making your smoothie, laugh with sarah while hauling twigs in your dump truck, wave and yell hello to tiger while he takes another cigarette break, climb up into aymie's lap and help her count out the cash drawer, give kerry a kiss to take home to theo. and all in the first three hours of your day. you are exhausting and you are totally worth it.
this month you have changed every day. your papa notices it, i notice it. you say ten new words a day - string together almost full sentences, makes jumps in logic and memory that make us shake our heads in disbelief.
but when i grab you by the waist and pull you into my lap and bury my face in your neck, i am completely awash in your humanity. you started so much smaller & bobblier and now you are strong & funny. you are a complete person and one day, sooner than i'd like to admit, you'll have more important things to do than leisurely passing the morning splitting a lox bagel with your mama.
so bear with us, stinky, as your papa and i try to keep up. keep up with all the growing, talking, chopping, jumping, bargaining, apple eating, climbing, knocking down, and running. oh my god, the running.
but when we finally "catch up" to you it is the best giggle ever. then it is almost as if thanks to all that running we are on to the next great discovery even sooner. a stick that must be gathered, a rock perfect for throwing, a puddle that needs to be splashed or a maple tree airplane ready for take off.
you have brought out the best in us, silas lee. and if you would have known your papa and me before we met you, you would have deemed that a pretty challenging task. thanks, big kid, for taking us on and letting us revel in it.
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coyote lunchtag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2532008-09-24T21:11:02Z2008-09-29T20:38:55Zsunny, hot autumn day at northerly island. amy and i ventured out to the old meigs field to let 'em loose on the prairie. aaron (mr. amy) suggested we take advantage of the old airstrip and spend our day exploiting...
old meigs field to let 'em loose on the prairie. aaron (mr. amy) suggested we take advantage of the old airstrip and spend our day exploiting the free parking, tempting coyotes and throwing rocks into the lake. and that we did.
very serious about divvying up the tofu.
everybody up to date on their tetanus shot?
forrest preps for his landscape architecture career.
reunited and it feels so good.
screw nature. this warm, plastic tunnel is way more echo-y and therefore hilarious.
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potato bread hollerstag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2522008-09-23T20:09:17Z2008-09-23T20:26:14Zjust got home from a short but sweet family vacation to nelson dewey state park. after an afternoon at the cubs game during the journey west, silas and i became overwhelmed with the four and a half hour drive and...
taking in the missi...ssippi from living room for the weekend.
silas refused to nap in the car, in the tent but was powerless when strapped onto papa for five minutes.
so we let him sleep while we counted leaves.
sunset from site c.
the fire builders.
checking in with amy, just to let her know he's thinking about her.
sleep in, baby boy, sleep in.
the fog rolled in overnight.
but the sun came out by the end of breakfast.
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chicken friestag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2512008-09-23T19:37:16Z2008-09-23T20:09:04Zgetting in a bit of beach time with grandma. when he knows we're going to the lake he always makes sure to pack the dumptruck. cubs v. cardinals with titi & emily. there's a whole inning of entertainment in that...
when he knows we're going to the lake he always makes sure to pack the dumptruck.
cubs v. cardinals with titi & emily. there's a whole inning of entertainment in that wristwatch.
in between old styles, but the joy is thanks to a friday afternon at the ballpark.
beautiful day for a game, too bad the cubs didn't think so.
racing trucks on seat number 3.
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excess steamtag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2502008-09-17T20:06:05Z2008-09-17T20:21:59Zsilas enjoys taking his time. as of late, i have been trying to resist the urge to just pick him up and move him along when we are out. therefore, we spend a lot of time entertaining ourselves like this....
during his most recent turn as hot dog he was much more excited about the hot pepper and tomatoes. still no love for the chopped onions.
looking appropriately stunned while riding the rails.
driving the locomotive at the chicago history museum.
you can't sniff one flower and not sniff the rest. it would be mean.
the purple flowers get a pointing to.
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the joy of amplexustag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2492008-09-12T20:21:01Z2008-09-12T21:06:52Zwhat kind of crazy scenester takes a day off from his career to spend the morning with his godson? Brad does, that's who! To celebrate we took him to north park nature village to check out the late summer growth....
it was a good day for spotting bullfrogs and turtles.
Silas takes in the view from all the way up up there.
afternoon smoothies with olivia. she let me do her hair, i have a lot of learning to do if we ever get a girl.
after an entire summer of big talking, amy and i finally made it to the Toddlers, Tunes and Turtles program that the park district puts on periodically. it was awesome. amphibians everywhere, Silas touched two frogs and two snakes!
Amy holds the baby snapper while Forrest considers his mama's bravery.
one frog puppet for each hand, thank goodness no other kid cared to have a turn.
fish shoveling at gompers park, no pesky hooks to plier out of the catch.
the wheelbarrow really helps distribute the weight of that one plastic fish.
rainy friday morning at the art institute. when i told silas we were taking the train to the museum he exclaimed "fish! fish!" well, he hasn't quite caught onto the difference between the word museum and aquarium. so we made do with horse sculptures and painted chinese ceramics (lots of fish).
he actually asked me to take this picture of him with buddha. and then my heart exploded.
with how much this kid loves buses you'd think we were doing him a disservice by living so close to a train line. part of his excitement of going downtown is that there's a bus every two seconds, so we might as well jump on one for a couple of blocks.
meeting sam for lunch and indian buffet! hooray!
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lots of gutstag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2482008-09-10T19:52:05Z2008-09-10T20:22:32Zwhether or not sam is aware, the subtext of our wedding vows was the fact that i will spend every possible moment i can with my husband. so when he books a business trip, he can be sure that silas...
port washington, wi.
lion's den gorge nature preserve. silas tempts bluff erosion with his rock displacement.
the wildflowers always get the best views of the lake.
when papa gets a break in the day, silas drags him out to sniff the blackeyed susans.
after sending sam back to the printing press, silas and i explored the piers of port washington. these binoculars gave killer views of the diggers down the way but they poured a lot of rainwater down your face.
paying our respects to the fishermen of yore.
kid asked to see fish and i delivered best i thought i could. little did we know that a charter fishing boat was laying out its catch for the day just a few paces to our left. we watched the captain clean about fifteen chinook salmon and four lake trout. silas was fascinated and hasn't stopped talking about the chop, chop since.
dreaming about the wonders of wisconsin.
small town thrift stores give silas a heck of a lot more stuff to spend his dollar on. he pushed the lawnmower around for quite a while but finally settled on a forest ranger action figure guy for fifty cents. we invested the change.
sam dropped us off at harrington beach state park on his way to work. we had no idea how long he would be. i had packed enough food for two meals and the gusto to nap on the sand just in case.
we did a lot of sorting, counting and crushing.
and built an offering to lady lake michigan in thanks for all the joy she's given us. sam came back after a mere four and a half hours. just in time too, silas was starting to grow a beard and rub his sleepy eyes with sandy fists.
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shopping on the grasstag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2472008-09-07T21:40:21Z2008-09-07T22:00:12Zthe day of adulthood has come! thanks to a very classy and underpricing east andersonville resident, sam and i scored a real dining room table and four chairs at the yearly neighborhood garage sale. i bid a fond farewell to...
silas was so psyched to help assemble, but it only took him a few moments to realize his plastic screwdriver couldn't screw shit and he kept trying to snake papa's functional tools.
counter balanced with toddlers, we head out to german-american fest.
train, train, train!
amy . forrest and aaron get down to some drinking.
chicken dance part deux, 2008
checking out the prizes before we lay down the cash.
don't fear the flash, little brew.
kids awake, parents one and one half and one third beers later. it's amazing how long two boys can dance around and punch with small fists an inflated hofbrau.
when we tell silas that we're bringing him to a giant party, we mean it.
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fish wishes and mink stolestag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2462008-09-05T22:09:40Z2008-09-05T22:20:08Zthe phrase "back to school" is so much more precious when you are the only child standing in the great train & airplane room on a wednesday morning in early september at the museum of science & industry. forrest and...
forrest and silas wait patiently at the altar of the magnificient mold-a-rama.
harvest time on the imaginary corn fields. one mans the wheel and one mans every other lever, button and gear shift.
there was a meek sign that said "please don't throw the balls." thank goodness they can't read yet because this gentle tossing was pure joy for them.
titi and silas at getting psyched up for a morning at the zoo.
barely anyone at the polar bear window either. we could get used to this.
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you bet your sweet dupatag:www.ohkatie.com,2008:/silo//1.2452008-09-03T19:53:00Z2008-09-03T20:01:24Zfor such laid back house guests, clint and maren were awfully demanding about their pizza requests. one stuffed, one deep dish - the biggest ones that the pizzeria will deliver. but they got their wishes fulfilled and silas was thrilled...
surveying the scene at taste of polonia 2008.
okocim and my husband.
making our moves on the polka dance floor.
in between pierogi platters, silas checks out his look.
the sticker: polish americans for obama. the temporary tattoo for life: the falcon.
guess who's up past his bedtime?
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and it has been, clearly, the best thing ever. your papa and i had no idea what we were going to get when we threw our winter hats into the child rearing ring, but now we have a little more of a clue. we got you.
this month has been quite the early autumn experience. pumpkins, apples, time with all your friends, grandma and amma. a week in california. meeting two more cousins. museums, aquariums, dinosaurs, construction trucks, diggahs.
and your last airplane (up, up, high!) trip as a lap child. seventeen flights in two years and you only made us really sweat once (that kunming-beijing leg earlier this year). seventeen. but, many people all over this world want to see you & who are we to deny them an absolute joy we get to experience everyday. we know your life is crazy, honestly, if you weren't such a chill and entertaining kid we wouldn't have even considered taking on half the adventures we've had.
almost every weeknight before i collapse into bed, i think tomorrow we will take it easy and not do much. but then the morning comes and you are so excited to be awake. and i am so psyched to have another day with nothing to do but be with you, so we must make the most of it.
we must figure out what colors the leaves have changed to today, what halloween decorations we can discover, what friends we can find strolling around the neighborhood, what museums have free admission, what puddles have formed from overnight rainstorms, what books we can check out of the library that we've never read before, how many vegetables + apples we can maneuver home from the market.
and, now, you're two. and we haven't even come close to exhausting our possibilities.
so far so good. this upcoming monday would have been the day that sam and i planned on me being back on the payroll. we just remembered that the other evening. seriously, how did these first two years happen so fast? so fun? but, we'll figure it out. your papa promised us so. i'm sticking around at home at least a little while longer because this is the best job i've ever shared.
sam and i want to be sure to have the inside track on all the things that you've named during the day, all the horses and ponies you've ridden on, the pizzas you've made, the times you've banged yourself on the head and thought it was amusing. that's good stuff and since we made you, we call first dibs.
but, we are going to start documenting our family in a new spot. more pictures, less typing. this site will now be anchored at good ol' www.ohkatie.com. your monthly posts will be written by hand. plain and simple.
onward and upward.
happy birthday, big kid. your papa + mama love you so very much.
it's ridiculous.
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early morning bike ride to breakfast at tre kronor. soaking up our favorite parts of home before our vacation.
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walking the streets of andersonville with papa.
raccoon pelt and a beet & a carrot, silas prepares for the times that lay ahead.
catch and release the magnetic force fishing with papa.
golden boy on the wooden horse.
chicago botanic garden with mom and amy & forrest.
asparagus plants provide moments of shared solitude.
silas follows eliza around at the office.
give them a waterfall and a pile of tossable leaves and they're quite satisfied.
they stop to take in the view in between wind sprints back and forth on the bridge.
silas takes advantage of time spent with sam at dusk playing in the muddy puddle.
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careful, senor tortuga, that's some precious cargo.
everybody else is scurrying about, huddled under their umbrellas. but there's my son, in no hurry at all, yelling "yay, raining, yay!!"
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bouncy train. i was worried he might get freaked out in the tunnels and hallways with kids barreling from every direction. but then once sam told me to chill out because silas was more than okay, i realized that he might not ever come out because he was just so delighted. oh, but he still looked so little to me in there.
then we took a five minute bike ride in the other direction from our apartment and found ourselves in a park district pumpkin patch. where ten bucks can get you:
a bunch of pumpkins to sit with,
some permanent markers and cray-pas to decorate your chosen one,
a pig to pet,
a donkey to pal around with,
a ghost painted on your cheek by a junior high kid with a very thin mustache,
and a pony to ride!! what a deal!
(special note to bkqp: silas chose the pony named blaze. respect.)
and because jon bon jovi says "we'll sleep when we're dead," weren't done yet. dinner was big plans for a pizza picnic in another park.
but the park was deemed to mosquito-y, silas actually yelled "ow! bug bite!" so we jumped on the montrose bus with our giant pizza and messed with the lady sitting to the right of the picture who kept saying into her cell phone, "i'm so hungry. i'm so hungry."
so there you go.]]>
you give kelly hugs in appreciation for making your smoothie, laugh with sarah while hauling twigs in your dump truck, wave and yell hello to tiger while he takes another cigarette break, climb up into aymie's lap and help her count out the cash drawer, give kerry a kiss to take home to theo. and all in the first three hours of your day. you are exhausting and you are totally worth it.
this month you have changed every day. your papa notices it, i notice it. you say ten new words a day - string together almost full sentences, makes jumps in logic and memory that make us shake our heads in disbelief.
but when i grab you by the waist and pull you into my lap and bury my face in your neck, i am completely awash in your humanity. you started so much smaller & bobblier and now you are strong & funny. you are a complete person and one day, sooner than i'd like to admit, you'll have more important things to do than leisurely passing the morning splitting a lox bagel with your mama.
so bear with us, stinky, as your papa and i try to keep up. keep up with all the growing, talking, chopping, jumping, bargaining, apple eating, climbing, knocking down, and running. oh my god, the running.
but when we finally "catch up" to you it is the best giggle ever. then it is almost as if thanks to all that running we are on to the next great discovery even sooner. a stick that must be gathered, a rock perfect for throwing, a puddle that needs to be splashed or a maple tree airplane ready for take off.
you have brought out the best in us, silas lee. and if you would have known your papa and me before we met you, you would have deemed that a pretty challenging task. thanks, big kid, for taking us on and letting us revel in it.
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everybody up to date on their tetanus shot?
forrest preps for his landscape architecture career.
reunited and it feels so good.
screw nature. this warm, plastic tunnel is way more echo-y and therefore hilarious.
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silas refused to nap in the car, in the tent but was powerless when strapped onto papa for five minutes.
so we let him sleep while we counted leaves.
sunset from site c.
the fire builders.
checking in with amy, just to let her know he's thinking about her.
sleep in, baby boy, sleep in.
the fog rolled in overnight.
but the sun came out by the end of breakfast.
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cubs v. cardinals with titi & emily. there's a whole inning of entertainment in that wristwatch.
in between old styles, but the joy is thanks to a friday afternon at the ballpark.
beautiful day for a game, too bad the cubs didn't think so.
racing trucks on seat number 3.
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looking appropriately stunned while riding the rails.
driving the locomotive at the chicago history museum.
you can't sniff one flower and not sniff the rest. it would be mean.
the purple flowers get a pointing to.
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Silas takes in the view from all the way up up there.
afternoon smoothies with olivia. she let me do her hair, i have a lot of learning to do if we ever get a girl.
after an entire summer of big talking, amy and i finally made it to the Toddlers, Tunes and Turtles program that the park district puts on periodically. it was awesome. amphibians everywhere, Silas touched two frogs and two snakes!
Amy holds the baby snapper while Forrest considers his mama's bravery.
one frog puppet for each hand, thank goodness no other kid cared to have a turn.
fish shoveling at gompers park, no pesky hooks to plier out of the catch.
the wheelbarrow really helps distribute the weight of that one plastic fish.
rainy friday morning at the art institute. when i told silas we were taking the train to the museum he exclaimed "fish! fish!" well, he hasn't quite caught onto the difference between the word museum and aquarium. so we made do with horse sculptures and painted chinese ceramics (lots of fish).
he actually asked me to take this picture of him with buddha. and then my heart exploded.
with how much this kid loves buses you'd think we were doing him a disservice by living so close to a train line. part of his excitement of going downtown is that there's a bus every two seconds, so we might as well jump on one for a couple of blocks.
meeting sam for lunch and indian buffet! hooray!
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lion's den gorge nature preserve. silas tempts bluff erosion with his rock displacement.
the wildflowers always get the best views of the lake.
when papa gets a break in the day, silas drags him out to sniff the blackeyed susans.
after sending sam back to the printing press, silas and i explored the piers of port washington. these binoculars gave killer views of the diggers down the way but they poured a lot of rainwater down your face.
paying our respects to the fishermen of yore.
kid asked to see fish and i delivered best i thought i could. little did we know that a charter fishing boat was laying out its catch for the day just a few paces to our left. we watched the captain clean about fifteen chinook salmon and four lake trout. silas was fascinated and hasn't stopped talking about the chop, chop since.
dreaming about the wonders of wisconsin.
small town thrift stores give silas a heck of a lot more stuff to spend his dollar on. he pushed the lawnmower around for quite a while but finally settled on a forest ranger action figure guy for fifty cents. we invested the change.
sam dropped us off at harrington beach state park on his way to work. we had no idea how long he would be. i had packed enough food for two meals and the gusto to nap on the sand just in case.
we did a lot of sorting, counting and crushing.
and built an offering to lady lake michigan in thanks for all the joy she's given us. sam came back after a mere four and a half hours. just in time too, silas was starting to grow a beard and rub his sleepy eyes with sandy fists.
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counter balanced with toddlers, we head out to german-american fest.
train, train, train!
amy . forrest and aaron get down to some drinking.
chicken dance part deux, 2008
checking out the prizes before we lay down the cash.
don't fear the flash, little brew.
kids awake, parents one and one half and one third beers later. it's amazing how long two boys can dance around and punch with small fists an inflated hofbrau.
when we tell silas that we're bringing him to a giant party, we mean it.
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harvest time on the imaginary corn fields. one mans the wheel and one mans every other lever, button and gear shift.
there was a meek sign that said "please don't throw the balls." thank goodness they can't read yet because this gentle tossing was pure joy for them.
titi and silas at getting psyched up for a morning at the zoo.
barely anyone at the polar bear window either. we could get used to this.
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okocim and my husband.
making our moves on the polka dance floor.
in between pierogi platters, silas checks out his look.
the sticker: polish americans for obama. the temporary tattoo for life: the falcon.
guess who's up past his bedtime?
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