VA Beach Camping/Father’s Day

We went camping with Marc, Megan, Adrian, and Beatrice. We touched a frog, we got lost, we saw mermaid daddy, we read The Lolackths (Lorax).

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Here we are in the back seat, on our way.

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George and Beatrice put stuff in their mouths.

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Others hung out in hammocks. I wish I could find the picture of me and Steve in the hammock with Marc on our camping trip in 2010. But I think it’s on an old hard drive that weighs as much as an iron and has a cord that is not USB.

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This is like the most casual sleeping situation George has ever known. 

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Turning now to Father’s Day. Steve does so much for me and the children, next-door-neighbor Dorothy gets mad at me sometimes. You don’t know how good you have it, she says in her 80-year-old, Irish Catholic, Fairfax County way. Probably not! DSC_0010

We love him, and we would not have survived in the wilds of 1957, Dorothy, when wives did all the things that wives back then did. 


Della made this tie-dyed-T-shirt picture frame for Dad. Or anyway somebody made it. We have all these daycare craft projects on the fridge, and sometimes Della walks by and says, “Michelle made that.” 

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Couple of expired flower pictures to round things out. We love you, Steve! 



Home Again, Home Again

Another snow day! Della’s new thing is wanting to nap at 10:30 a.m. Maybe George, who recently moved upstairs, is keeping her up at night. Also new: She wants cream cheese and chocolate milk for snack. She asks to watch Madagascar 3, “Gasca!” She spends about half of her play time going through my jewelry, which my mom once carefully untangled and separated into about 30 tiny Ziploc bags. Della loves those little bags! She drinks lemon tea. She wiggles her lower jaw. She still can’t spit or jump. She’s a gear head.

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On this snow day, George visited yet another therapist. We’ll get you straightened out if it kills us. Here, a rare photo from a therapy session. As you can see, he loves it!

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Snow Day

Della did NOT want to put on snow pants, she did NOT want to go outside, she did NOT want to learn about sledding. In fact we were calling this snow day a No Day. But when we finally got her out, there were high fives all around. Della even high fived herself.

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Washington D Seeing Things

We went to the Natural History Museum on Christmas Eve, and yesterday we sort of went to the Botanic Gardens and even briefly entered the Building Museum, the Air and Space Museum, and the furniture section of the National Gallery of Art. Outside Della chased birds and sang stroller songs. George (see blue puff ball hat below) napped, gathering strength for the sleepless night ahead.


Della Does Dewey and a Few Other Things

For an after-summer break, we rented a minivan and cruised to the partying-est of Delaware beaches, Dewey Beach. 


Nanny and Bappa came with us!


They bought Della TWO monkeys with belly buttons you can stick your finger in. Nothing, bought for any price, could have made any of us any happier that day.


The next day, there was a huge scene when Daddy let Della hold a flock of stuffed duckies at the Orvis outlet, with no intention of buying them for her. The only thing that could (temporarily) relieve her suffering was a ride in this coin-operated motor boat.


At night, Della took in  classic short films, including “Mickey and the Beanstalk” and “Gulliver Mickey.”


As for Della’s beach skills: improving, but room for improvement. She likes to chase the waves and is not scared of them. She is still eating sand by the handful. She calls the ocean “wah-wah” and gives seagulls and sandpipers love usually reserved for dogs, cats, babies, and animal sippy cups. 




Here is a nice un-enhanced iPhone photo courtesy of Bappa Mike  


Back home after the beach vacation was over, Nanny and Bappa babysat for two days straight. Day one they visited every toddler’s favorite fun land: the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception.



They say she enjoyed seeing all the babies, i.e., the Jesus babies.


The next day they went to the zoo.



We had a great visit, and Della had more fun than two monkeys in a stroller with a baby. Love you and thank you!


More About Babies

It might be that Della is not so much interested in babies as in using baby as a slang term. “Hey, baby!” When Steve dropped Della off at day care this morning, he told Rita, “She’s really into babies these days.” Rita said, “Yeah, she calls all the kids baby.” 

A friend gave Della this car seat for her Duckie and other little friends.


She decided to try it out herself.


A developing ritual: Della likes to have a few minutes alone in the car at the end of the day. I don’t blame her! We are all up in her business, most times.


Music Shows

The family split off tonight to go to their own separate things. Steve went to the Mad Decent Block Party at Merriweather post. Della and I went to see Urban Funk at Grist Mill Park. Here we are at our lady show.


We saw a poodle and a kid with a tricycle and an ice cream truck. Della took all the cards out of my wallet and spilled a bottle of water on both of us. She carried a bottle cap around and pretended to take small sips out of it.


This is basically what the audience looked like:

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Steve’s thing had a different vibe.


He says, “I am an old, old man.”