Showing posts with label Jameson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jameson. Show all posts

Oct 19, 2012

Before the Last Leaf Falls

Every year, when the leaves begin their color change, we head off to Caesar's Creek Lake for a hike through woods. Thank god. At this time of year it's about the only thing for which we slow down. It's always therapeutic. I've got dozens of pictures I've wanted to post for the last two months, but these were my top priority. Looking back at them again is a small dose of much needed medicine.


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"I'm free to roam? Really?"


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"I'm an old pro."


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"Maybe Mom will walk faster if I shove a leaf in her ear."


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Sprouted acorns. I don't think I had ever seen one before.


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Sprouted acorn. Again. For effect.


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All orangey and stuff.


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Leaf hunters.


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Group shot.


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"Thanks for including me in the group shot. Dicks."



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Definitely a fall girl.


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Teaching? Protecting? Threatening?


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Our fearless leader.


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And now back to your regularly scheduled madness...

Aug 21, 2012

Passing of the Torch

So we all got up early this morning, had a big breakfast and piled into the minivan to take Jameson to school for his first day of first grade -- his first day of being in school for the whole day. It's a big day in a young man's life. The household excitement (which led to a "first day of school" dance in our bedroom at the crack of dawn) is amplified by the fact that Truman and Amelia are also joining Jameson for the first time as they join the pre-kindergarten program at the same school. Even Darwin is excited as he finally gets to "pick all the shows" while his older siblings are out of the house. And Eliana is excited, too, but that's just because that's how she rolls.

Julie did the honors of taking Jameson into school and escorting him to his classroom (with nary a tear shed). He was the first student in his room and Julie said he sat quietly at his new desk while he examined the room and sized up his new teacher. (For the record, Julie has already stated that the combination of a young and cute teacher and Jameson's romantic heart will guarantee a crush this year.)  Sitting quietly at a desk is not Jameson's usual modus operandi -- this is a side of him that only surfaces under certain circumstances like the first day of school in a new classroom with a new teacher. It's not really a nervous or anxious response -- his confidence is still there, but you can tell he's doing a full mental assessment of the environment and the situation. Unfortunately for his new teacher, the quiet and reserved Jameson will be short lived. I'd love to have a webcam broadcasting from his classroom so I could watch the transformation unfold.

Truman and Amelia don't start school until after lunch, so we headed home to start our new daily routine sans Jameson. The significance of today's milestone was not lost on Truman. He ran into the house, calling over his shoulder, "C'mon, Darwin! I'm going to teach you to play video games!"



Aug 20, 2012

Weekend in Pictures - Birthday Edition

My nephew celebrated his 5th birthday this weekend and my sister threw a killer party for him, complete with pizza, puppies and pie fights.

Baseball themed. Natch.

If there's one thing all pregnant women love, it's being poked in the belly.

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Yay! Cute puppies!

Yay! Cute babies!

Ready! FIGHT!!!

Director of activities.

How did we never play this game in college?

Dignity is overrated.

Cheetos perms gone bad.

You have no idea what just happened, but trust me, you won.

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Dear god when will these fools stop.

Ewwwww, a piece of grass in my hair.

I could get used to this look.

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The aftermath.

Aug 4, 2012

Things We Love

Jameson loves to make books. A few days ago he made a book about our family and our favorite things. Here is one of my entries into the book.


Sounds about right.

Jun 25, 2012

World Famous Delicious Lemonade

This weekend we crashed my sister-in-law's garage sale to hawk some of our own junk. The kids took the opportunity to set up a lemonade/cookie stand and make a few bucks themselves.

A few notes from our first garage sale:

  • I forgot to bring my camera. Doh.
  • Garage sales seem to be as much a social event as anything.
  • I'm not good at garage selling. I accept any and all offers. I'm just amazed that someone wants my crap.
  • Given the above, many people missed out on deals. I told a little boy that a toy gun was $1.00. His mom said "we're not paying $1.00 for a toy gun" and they walked away. I told another boy that the same toy gun was a $1.00 and he said, "I'll give you fifty cents." Sold.
  • There are two types of people in this world: Those who can't say no to little kids selling lemonade. And jerks.
  • Each of my kids have their own selling style. Jameson is very straightforward - here are our products, here are our prices, here is the deal. Truman assumes the sale - he brings the lemonade to you, puts it in your hand and then waits for you to pay up. Amelia is all about enthusiasm - announcing to the world how great her product is... with exuberance. Darwin plays the cute card - in a quiet voice he says, "lemonade" and then lays on the puppy dog eyes, big time.
  • It's best not to sell previously received gifts at a garage sale where the people that gave you said gifts will be in attendance.


We squeezed lots and lots and lots of lemons.

When you weigh less than fifty pounds, lemon squeezing is no small feat.

Juicy.

Lemon juicing. From above.

Rotate!

As usual, Eliana was of no help. Though she certainly seemed amused by our efforts.

Lemon juice squirting accident waiting to happen.

Never trust a toothless lemonade salesman in a worn out old hat.


Jun 21, 2012

Oh What a Weekend - Part III

I survived the first part of the weekend and was awoken Sunday morning by a mob of kids who could hardly wait to show me their handmade Father's Day gift (that Julie somehow managed to get done during the madness of Friday and Saturday). In a matter of seconds my bed went from a heavenly cocoon of hibernation to a tangled mess of bed sheets and tiny ice cold hands and feet. After graciously accepting my ceremonial offering I promptly kicked everyone the hell out of my room so I could grab a few more precious moments of sleep on this third and final day of fatherly féting.

Sunday was the more traditional Father's Day celebration of beer, barbecue and backyard football.

Fathers of the day. Some old. Some new.

Truman giving Uncle Kip a lesson in perseverance.

Aunt Hannah, incubating her own Father's Day gift.

Pregnant women love public displays of affection caught on camera.

Eliana enjoying her final days as grandma's only grand-baby.

Grandpa with his only (as far as we know right now) granddaughters.

Another long, fulfilling Father's Day weekend in the bag. We should do this again sometime.

Jun 20, 2012

Oh What a Weekend - Part II

And now the continuation of Father's Day weekend...

Saturday morning was dedicated to Jameson. As some of you may know, he has a certain interest in science and dreams of one day being a famous scientist/inventor. When he was very young, Julie introduced him to the tale of the Wright brothers and the invention of the first airplane. He's been captivated by their story ever since. As it just so happens, our hometown is also the hometown of Orville and Wilbur Wright. This is one of the reasons Jameson is so intrigued by them. He loves the idea that one of the most important inventions in human history was created in the city where he was born - it gives credence to his belief that he will also one day invent great things.

Another thing that Jameson loves is old time photographs of Dayton. He thinks things looked so much grander a century ago and hopes that our city will one day recapture that distinguished look.

Knowing these things, I thought the perfect outing for us would be a tour of the Wright mansion on Hawthorne Hill. Jameson agreed. Hawthorne Hill is the home that the Wright brothers (and sister) built after they became filthy rich inventing the airplane. I never realized it, but their mansion is actually in walking distance of the tiny home in which I grew up. How sad is my local historical knowledge!?

And now for a little Wright brothers history for you. Wilbur Wright never lived at Hawthorne Hill. He died just before it was completed. Orville, however, lived there until he died. The brothers grew up in a modest home and built the mansion after making a boat load of money from their various patents related to flying and from the airplane company they started. There were actually seven Wright children, including a set of twins that did not live very long. Their sister Catherine talked them into building the place out in the "country" outside of downtown Dayton in the area that is now the City of Oakwood. All kinds of wealthy people from Dayton's history built homes in the same area. As celebrities of their time, the Wrights hosted all kinds of famous people in their home including Henry Ford and Charles Lindbergh. The house is symmetrical from front to back and side to side. It looks the same whether you're approaching up the hill in front or coming up the driveway in back. After Orville Wright died the home was bought by the National Cash Register (NCR) corporation and was used as a guesthouse that has welcomed all sorts of important folks like visiting presidents, including both Bushes. While not all the current furnishings are original to Orville's time, NCR had the sense to thoroughly photograph every room in the house to preserve a detailed record of Orville's home. The Wright family currently owns the property and still hosts functions there.

Now don't you feel smarter?

As for the tour, Jameson and I both loved it. Nothing in the house is off limits, except for Orville's study. You can view it, but you can't walk through it. It's also the only room in the house where nothing has been moved since Orville lived there. The rest of the members of the tour group were adults and I think Jameson felt special being the only kid there that day. He was great, of course, asking questions and paying attention the whole time. He was a little quiet at first and was surprised at the size of the place (over 6,000 square feet). Jameson loved the stories about Orville that the guide shared in each room we visited. After the tour we decided to locate the Wright brothers burial plot at the unbelievably gorgeous Woodland Cemetery.

Jameson was expecting something much, much smaller.

This is the original table at which Orville Wright would have sat for dinner.

Orville's study is the only room in the home that remains unaltered from when he lived there.

Jameson contemplating the flying car he's going to invent.

The Wright family headstone at Woodland Cemetery.



After Jameson and I finished our tour, a cemetery hunt and lunch at Milano's, it was time for some father-son fun with Truman. Our activity: bowling. Truman is always entertaining in one-on-one situations. In many ways, he's the quietest and most independent of all of our kids, so it's always interesting to spend time with him without his siblings around. Much like Amelia was with the pool, Truman was incredibly stoked to be headed to the bowling alley with dad. Of course, he made dozens of observations along the way, and, of course, I cannot recall any of them at the moment.

Truman insisted that he did not need any help. Which was true.

Truman's unique form.

Truman celebrated every throw. No matter what.

Stop getting so old, T-man!

Kid sized bowling shoes are always cute.
What bowling trip is complete without alley junk food?

I'm not sure Truman wanted to leave the bowling alley, but after a couple of games it was time to go. Day two of Father's Day weekend wasn't over, though. I was sending Julie off to a Lindsey Buckingham concert which meant I was home alone with the kids. Which meant I was home alone with Miss Eliana at bedtime. Which meant Eliana and I were staying up late watching action movies.

Eliana didn't miss mom one bit. (At least that's what I keep telling Julie.)

Stay tuned to the exciting conclusion of Father's Day weekend 2012.