Tall Bunyan

I’ve been meaning to make a list of our favorite memories from our recent road trip.  Back in mid-October we piled into Lufthansa and visited the southern most point of the Pacific Northwest.  Note: James’ car is known as Lufthansa.  My car is known as The Crop Duster.

Overall it couldn’t have been better.  I hadn’t realized just how much easier it is to travel via car versus shlepping onto an airplane.  Perhaps that’s why families have been taking road trips for millennia…  Some of the highlights:

* Lithia Park in Ashland, Oregon
The unbelievable fall colors and our twice daily trips to the playground are what I’ll remember most.  Jakey found a squirt gun the first day and we had a great time burying it under the wood chips and then coming back to find it.  Though, I’m still trying to forget the incident where Nate let go of the giant rubber band-like climbing net that snapped back and almost took out my front teeth.  It would have been slightly less traumatic if James had noticed and come to rescue me, versus smiling and laughing at something on his iPhone.  Maybe I should have texted him for help?

* Danya from Simply Sitters in Ashland
She engaged the boys with books, crafts and more all afternoon so James and I could poke around shops, eat gourmet food, and drink wine.  I had one of the best desserts of my life at Liquid Assets: Mango and Mascarpone Panna Cotta with Habanero Lime Marmalade.  I’d drive 6 and a half hours again just to eat it.

* The Aquarium in Crescent City
Which apparently hasn’t changed much since James’ last visit when he was 7, except they’ve added a 5000 square foot waiting room/junk shop, I mean gift shop.  Just as we were about to pet 2 live sharks, James set Nate down which somehow startled the shark into splashing a wave of freezing cold water out of the petting tank and down Natesy’s back.  Let’s just say Nate was not amused.  But we did find out Nate and trained sea lions have quite a bit in common.  For example, they both can moo like a cow and growl like a tiger.  They also both wave, give kisses, and slap their bellies on command.

* Paul Bunyan & Babe the Blue Ox
Our much anticipated visit to the Trees of Mystery and the gondola ride up the mountain was an added bonus.  Jakey was really looking forward to seeing “Tall Bunyan.”  He’s still talking about him.

* Benbow Inn in Garberville
This historic inn is such a wonderful surprise in the middle of nowhere.  Delicious food, a spacious room, and thousands of rocks to throw into a beautiful crystal clear creek.  We enjoyed several good hours throwing rocks.

* The Botanical Gardens outside Fort Bragg
Some day I’m going to have a dahlia garden to rival this place.  The boys ate apples from the orchard, after narrowly escaping the playhouse-guarding scarecrow.  Afterward, Nate was so tired we caught him sleeping in his car seat and finishing his heirloom Gravenstein.  I’ve maybe never seen anything funnier.

* The Perfect House James found in Mendocino
Where he made my favorite birthday dinner, the boys wrestled and played for hours, JJ insisted on making me cupcakes, and we washed as many loads of laundry as possible.  One morning, Jacob woke-up and told me he “was having the best dream.  I was running with mouses and a cat was chasing us.  And we were throwing Play-Doh!”  (This was because just before we went to bed we had read a book about a kitten named Mickey that grows-up with a family of mice.)

And on our way out of town, we surprised a young homeless man and his beautiful dog with our breakfast gift of half a dozen chocolate frosted cupcakes.

Brewing Algae Motion Robbers

As the holidays approach, I’m always reminded of some of the things I used to say when I was little.  My mom is really good at keeping our childhood stories and vocab alive and kickin’.  For example, I’m still inclined to sing “Then one froggy Christmas Eve…” as I think about Santa Closet from the cozy comfort of my grass bed.

The last few months, Jake has come up with a few of his own:

  • “Mama, is your hot tea done bruising yet?”
  • “Daddy, those rocks have water in them and they’re growing allergies.”
  • When I turn around to look into the backseat of the car: “Mama, do you have ocean sickness?”
  • James: “Maybe we should sneak into Kelly’s early tomorrow.”
    Jake: “You mean sneak in and steal all the food like Rogers?”

But, hands down, our all time favorite and one that’s made it into daily use: “I like it bester.”

Brujaja

Fall is in the air and everyone’s still a little jumpy since Halloween.  Although the plastic is down and the kitchen is now accessible and well lit (but essentially empty Fernando), Nate still can’t enjoy his dinner.  And the day after All Hallows’ Eve, Jake’s teacher Miss Letty did something on the ceiling with flashlights and witches.  That day, apparently 8 out of 11 kids had an accident at naptime.  She lamented with a smile, “Oh, the weetches, the weetches.”

This week we were leaving the sushi joint in Willow Glen (where, I kid you not, the waitress said in recognition, “The 3 Orders of Gyoza Family!”)  After dinner, as we walked toward the dimly lit parking garage, some lady let out a loud, raucous laugh.  Jake startled a bit, grabbed his dad’s hand and looked warily over his shoulder, “Dad, is that a witch or something?”

Oh, the weetches, the weetches…

Piroroar

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Is that Jacob in a ballet class?  Wow, you guys are so progressive.

Alas, that’s not a picture of Jake.  That’s a picture of his clandestine twin, Mayme Rose, who lives across the entire country and elected to wear her identical lion costume to ballet class on her birthday earlier this year.

It would totally be love at first ROAR, I know it.

Halloween

As previously mentioned, this was the Year of the Lion (again) and the Year of the Sock Monkey (my choice).  As my last year of choosing, I totally give myself an A+ for cuteness.  The boys had a costume parade at school which, last year, was recognizable as a parade.  This year it was recognizable as a mob.  As predicted, our two animal zoo was extra terrifying… headless.

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Nate spent the whole time hiding his hat behind his back.

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One slight tangent regarding the costumes in Jake’s class…  Almost every day I get to have breakfast with JJ and several of his classmates (his whole class is almost entirely girls, Nate’s is the opposite).  In any case, these little girls almost all wear princess dresses to school every day.  Literally it’s breakfast with Cinderella, Ariel and Tinkerbell.  This week Tinkerbell changed it up and came in a brand new Hello Kitty tiara and head-to-toe coordinating outfit, including new glitter shoes.  The only way I could tell it was Halloween was that Mia was wearing a homemade rainbow costume.

When we got home that evening, we met the Pizza My Heart delivery man, the fifth member of our family.  Yes Fernando, that’s directed at you.  Then we spent an indeterminate amount of time searching for a shoe before we hit the streets with the early birds.  As expected of a second child, Nate was a natural.  He was marching up to the doors of strangers, followed by his excited but leery lion bodyguard.  Some magical trick-or-treat spell came over them and they both wore their headgear the entire time… it was truly miraculous.  Three doors down, Nate tried to take the proffered candy basket, twice.

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Jake’s lion costume is flood-ready.  I don’t think we had that problem last year.

When we got home, I made my typical mistake of thinking we’d have less trick-or-treaters than usual because it’s a Wednesday and it’s threatening to rain.  I handed out small handfuls and then had to revert to the measly 1 fun-size piece per visitor.  I also had to keep a very close eye on Jakey.  If you come to our door, you totally want the extra generous, headless lion throwing candy into your bag.  When it came to the insanely cute, homemade garden gnome girl, I let it go.  But the teenager who told me he was “Nothing”?  Here’s some snack-size malt balls.  Next year, make an effort.

We passed out over 550 pieces of candy and had to turn our lights off early.  I’d like to give a shout out to the geniuses at Hershey’s and Nestle that added the new “96 pieces!” badge on the front of the bags this year.  I’m greatly appreciative that I no longer need to calculate which brands have the most pieces via the serving size times number of servings (Kit Kat, by the way).  I salute innovation in candy packaging.

While Jacob and I manned the door, James changed Nate out of his costume.  I turned around and he was wearing a diaper and a little Penn State t-shirt.  Really, James?  Fortunately, no one misinterpreted it as a costume in extremely poor taste.

Operation: Bye Bye Nigh-Nigh II

November seems to be the month where I either become acutely aware of an increasing obsession with one’s nigh-nigh, or it’s when studies show a clinically proven pacifier addiction begins.  Either way, it’s clearly a tipping point.

When Jake was this age, I declared Operation Bye Bye Nigh-Nigh on November 1st and the mission was accomplished by November 15th.

Based on a picture captured yesterday morning, it looks like he may already be holed-up in a Nuk den somewhere.

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Trick-or-Trick

A week or so ago I went out to a wonderful birthday dinner with my pirate girls and we got to talking about kid’s shoes.  I shared that JJ used to switch off between his two pairs of footwear: his rocket shoes and his trail shoes.  It was working out well.  They were wearing evenly and it seemed slightly healthier to give his shoes a chance to breathe for a day or so.  But then something changed and his favorite rocket shoes could no longer be trusted.  We had to completely cut-off contact.  They were the enemy.

So one of my friends, also the mom of two little boys, shares the plausible wisdom that I should only buy one pair of shoes at a time.  Based on experience, it made sense.  I had found the perfect brand of indestructible shoes (Keens), and now I had found the perfect theory to support only shelling-out significant dollars when he complains about his toes hurting or something.  I’m kidding.

And then on Halloween I brought the boys home and we all immediately removed our shoes at the front door, per our training.  I put Nate’s shoes together on the floor and was then distracted by the million costume, candy, carving, and dinner preparations that needed to occur in a restricted time frame.

A bit later I have the lion and the sock monkey ready to hit the streets.  The lion gets his trail shoes and he’s ready to go.  We can only find one sock monkey shoe.  We look everywhere.  It’s getting darker.  Kids are coming to our door.  We gotta get outta here.  I dig up some old Converse, strap ’em on and we get going.

We’ve been searching for the sock monkey shoe for almost five days.  Jake has hypothesized that a Trick-or-Treater entered our home and absconded with one Pediped.  Besides the dangers of water, I began to lose faith in my new “1 Pair at a Time” theory.

Today James texted me this picture.

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That’s our mail slot… right next to where the shoe was last seen.  How did I know it was an inside job?

Waiting on Fernando

Many years ago, someone asked James a question we no longer remember…  His response however, has entered the realm of Fucillo Family lore, “I work for Habitat for Jaimie.”  Ha, ha.  What a clever man I married.  And on that note, this is the beginning of Week 4 of Extreme Makeover: Kitchen Edition.

Right now we’re waiting on Fernando.  I’m always on the lookout for good rock band names (I really don’t know why), and I think Waiting on Fernando is quite promising, thus my suppositional trademark.  Though actually waiting on Fernando, our cabinet maker, is not my favorite.  I’ve known since Day 1 he’d be the bottleneck on this project.  I’ve known this based on one part actual cabinet making complexity, one part mischievous repartee, and two parts sparkly eyes.  He has the same charming eyes my high school best friend’s boyfriend had.  “I’m going to miss deadlines” kind of eyes.  I make-up somewhat relevant reasons to visit him every other day.

So, our fancy camping set-up continues.  We’re getting dangerously low on clean laundry.  And I’m concerned the local eating establishments are upping their projected revenue forecasts based on our frequent patronage.

James was in there earlier today putting the trim back up.  Nothing like having to wear your least favorite, back of the drawer clothes to revive a man’s dormant home improvement skills.

Now that’s what I’d call contributing to a worthy cause.

Halloween Costume Guide

Halloween is breathing down our necks… just four days away.  I bought six crows online that got four stars instead of five for being “too real.”  I guess some rural resident had their faux crows eaten the first night they were out.  That totally sold me and so I bought a few to test them out.  I’m envisioning over the years becoming “The Birds” house.  Spooky, right?

Our new crows drove the neighborhood raven flock completely ballistic.  Now, our local crow friends generally outweigh the counterfeit ones by at least thirty pounds and give off a distinct “I’ll peck your eyes out” look.  In any case, they immediately appear up on our power line cawing in alarm at the baby crows posed realistically around our front yard.  (Shhhh.  There’s one outside right now… I’m poised to protect my decorations at any cost.  Somebody hand me that toddler to chase it away.  That thing looks seriously dangerous.)

The best thing was that I put the crows out while the boys were at school.  Jake noticed them right away as we got out of the car.  He kept asking, “Mama, are those real crows?”

“I don’t know, are they?”

He gave them a wide arc and got down low, eying them suspiciously.  He waffled several times between real and pretend.  “No, they’re not moving…”

“Are you sure?”

“Rooooooar!”  Arm waving.  “They’re pretend!”  His relief was palpable.  Today we’ve seen a lot of neighborhood dogs and pedestrians giving them more than one long look…

Anyway, the real reason I’m writing this blog is to actually document a short guide on picking out early childhood Halloween costumes.  There is a real science to it so pay close attention:

YEAR 1: Your baby’s first Halloween.  This is a great time as you can zip them into anything head to toe, with a giant face on the hood, and they’re none the wiser.  Usually their arms are too short to reach up and tug at their costume and even if they are long enough, their fingers are essentially useless.  So if this is your baby’s first Halloween, I recommend you go crazy and pick out the cutest most impractical costume you can find, buy, or sew.  If you’re going for originality, steer clear of bugs, wild animals and superheroes.

YEAR 2: This is the year of limbo.  It’s not all out dressing-up your little defenseless doll baby, but you do still get to pick-out their costume.  Rule of thumb for Halloween #2?  No hoods.  I remember looking around Jacob’s entire toddler class and every single Mickey, donkey and duck was headless.  Costume suggestions might include professions without headgear such as dentist, lawyer, tortured artist?  I’ve been pre-selling Nate’s sock monkey hat for weeks (it’s the last year I get to decide on a costume… ever).  I may be able to wheedle one completely costumed picture.  We’ll see.

YEAR 3: Your reign of power and influence is waning… rapidly.  Your child now has a distinct opinion about their costume.  The good news?  They may have warmed back up to wearing something on their head.  They may also feel obliged to change their mind… repeatedly.  I’d recommend waiting until mid-October before committing to a costume.  And then if you’re buying the costume, recycle all of the Halloween costume catalogs flooding your mailbox and make sure you socialize the chosen costume for a couple of weeks before the big day (you know, get it out, put it on, oooh and awww to cement the decision as final).

YEAR 4: Forget about it.  You’re just a means to an end.  If you’re lucky, they may want to be the same thing they were last year.  This year Jake wanted to be “a fireman with an axe.”  Then he wanted to be a lion again.  Now he wants to be a lion with an axe.

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