Photo Dump

Last of all, Little wanted to take a picture of Mommy, so here it is [note the crizazyness Littler is exhibiting]:

Little's Anatomy

Little knows where hair comes from.  

Do you want to know?

Here it is: hair comes from music!

Yup, and not only does hair come from music, but when we sing it comes from our hair [she demonstrated this].  

Pics of the Babes

Mean Mr. Mustard

It's like someone with yellow envelopes and a printer is playing a practical joke on us or something... So, in case you don't know, we bought a car, which is really worthy of a blog post of its own. We got it in the evening and the next morning (before we even woke up), we had a parking ticket. Then we took our car to the shop because the mechanic we took it to before we bought it is incompetent (again worthy of its own blog post). We got it back in the evening, and the next morning, we had another ticket. Why, you ask, didn't we buy our parking permit while the car was in the shop? Well, it turns out that Stanford's Parking and Transportation doesn't prorate parking permits that are purchased on a monthly basis, so if you buy your new car on the 24th and want to buy a permit, you're pretty much out of luck and have to pay for an entire month's parking to park for less than a week. Okay, so regardless, after the second ticket, we wised up. We went straight to the computer and bought our permit, BUT, after you buy your permit online, they have to email you to let you know when it's ready to pick up and then you have to go get it. We figured it would be okay because they would just run our plate number or something and see that we had a permit. No such luck. (I don't know why we figured this...) The next morning, what do you know but that we had another ticket. Well, last time we had to buy a parking permit, we were allowed to print up the confirmation number and put it in the windshield until we got the real deal, so we figured this would work out pretty well, except that we don't have a printer. (I know, now you're thinking 'What!?! No car AND no printer? Are you guys from the Ice Age or something?' Nope. We're just incredibly cheap.) We thought the dude with the yellow envelopes might have pity on us and see a note in the windshield with our confirmation number written on it and a promise to pick up the permit that very same day. The next morning as I was walking out to the car to put the confirmation number up that I meant to put there the night before, what did I see but yet ANOTHER yellow envelope with a dainty white ticket fluttering in the breeze. But, I figured now we're set! We've got the confirmation number up there PROVING that we paid for our permit and are legally and rightfully parking in Escondido Village. Somehow, I knew this was too good to be true. This afternoon, for no reason other than to see if we'd gotten another ticket, I went outide and was completely nonplussed to see another yellow envelope with a soggy ticket inside. Unfortunately, Peter threw out his back this morning and will be unable to pick up the parking permit anytime today (and possibly tomorrow...), and he's the only one who can pick it up, as far as we know. I wonder how many more tickets we'll get? (They only cost $35 each.)

So what do you think? Are we irresponsible or unlucky?

bikerchick

Little loves riding bikes. A couple days ago she got her very own bike [appropriated from among several abandoned candidates in our courtyard] and we put training wheels on it. We expected her to take a while getting used to the new big bike, but she had no trouble at all.



In fact, today we went on a run with Little on her bike. We went a bit over three miles, including some nice little hills. And she rode the whole way! She impresses us a bunch. When she was going up the hills she would groan and say over and over again "it's hard, it's hard, it's hard" but she'd always make it. It's especially cute because she's a wee bit... uh, clumsy on her own two feet but she's super great on bikes. We're super proud to have a little bikerchick. Er, cyclistgirl. Whatever.

Littler's Style

Mommy and Daddy couldn't help being constantly cuted out by Littler today. We seem to have finally found her "style".

Some random recent pictures

Our vast, wonderful back yard.

Tickle me!!

We went on a little camping thingy with our friends to Mt. Madonna and Uvas Canyon county parks over the weekend.

Their son's name is Canyon, as you can see.

Little and Canyon spent a lot of time jumping.

Belated Valentine's Post

Every year my sister-in-law does a blog post on Valentine's Day where she asks her kids questions about love, marriage, etc. I did it with Little last year but decided not to do it this year, I know not why... I was just reading our blog from last year a little bit and came across that post and decided to do it now (just to have the same questions to compare to). Last year her answers were a little skewed because her aunt's blog was up with pictures of her cousins. This year everything is skewed because I was using Microsoft Word and she was watching all the words and letters...

And now for your feature presentation:

14 Ways to See Love Through My Kid's Eyes

1. How do you know when you're in love?
Little (almost 2): Play music
Little (just 3): Um, play! That’s love. Say love to dance. (In a sing song voice) Do you love to dance?

2. Why do people get married?
Little (almost 2): Um...Um...Pooh Bear
Little (just 3): Cause…they just……..cause they like each other.

3. How old should you be when you get married?
Little (almost 2): Ummmm...two of those
Little (just 3): Maybe two just like you’re gonna turn two. But I was already two. Now I’m gonna turn three just like Oliver’s gonna be.

4. Where do you want to get married?
Little (almost 2): Um, Mack [but used real name] there in the picture
Little (just 3): When I get two.

5. What qualities do you look for in a boy/girl?
Little (almost 2): Um…blue, they're blue………and red. Mack's shirt's blue…with stripes.
Little (just 3): Maybe boy—what kind of boy makes a sound? Do you know boys start with “b” (the sound) “o” (the letter)?

6. What's romance?
Little (almost 2): Yeah
Little (just 3): What kind of romance is…um W. W starts with romance.

7. What would be a fun date?
Little (almost 2): Snowman, Chris is at home, the birds [not sure if she's talking about her Uncle, or her friend's daddy, but probably her uncle, since the computer was up on the blog of his family]
Little (just 3): Can you spell that? That’s a fun date!

8. What do you want to get for Valentine's Day?
Little (almost 2): Yeah. Oh yeah. That's Daddy's couch. Green. It's heavy.
Little (just 3): Maybe…maybe cards.

9. Why do men give women flowers or chocolate?
Little (almost 2): Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Little (just 3): Know why that?
They don’t like it.

10. What do you think about kissing?
Little (almost 2): Oh yeah. Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah. Ohhh yeah.
Little (just 3): People don’t like that.

11. How many kids will you have after you are married?
Little (almost 2): There Daddy. Read it. There's Daddy right there.
Little (just 3): Three!

12. What will you wear when you get married?
Little (almost 2): Boys outside.
Little (just 3): Big jackets!! I wanna wear big jackets cause I’m a big person. But they’re way too big.

13. What will your husband/wife look like?
Little (almost 2): Oh no. Ohhh. Oh no. Oh.
Little (just 3): But it will be a little bit big. Looks a bit older than I am.

14. How can you tell your parents love each other?
Little (almost 2): They're the chair right now. Little couch. [used her real name (not Little)]
Little (just 3): But I don’t.
[Mommy: You don’t what?]
I don’t like each other.
Each other…each other…are gross!

Drumroll please......

Littler walks!! Yay! It only took 17 1/2 months, but she's doing it. Beat that Winkleberry!

We're Picture of the Week

Nature's Best Photography named one of our pictures the Picture of the Week starting today! Check it out:

http://www.naturesbestmagazine.com/index.php?nav=contests&subnav=potw#

Unfortunately there's no link to our website, and searching for "Peter and Amanda Lewis Photography" brings up an ANCIENT site of ours. It's exciting anyway.