Harvest moon gazing tonight on the terrace! I’m secretly still Japanese.
Moon Watching
Animal Watching
“THAT is a Mari stick figure if I’ve ever seen one. That sign was made for you,” said Chris. I guess my inner stick figure likes to party on the skyfari. San Diego WITH kids is so much more fun than San Diego without kids. Or maybe we just appreciate it more now than we…
Bird Watching
Western Snowy Plover nesting season ended this week. NAS North Island is home to several endangered species, including this plover, which is probably different from whichever plovers are pictured here. We joined Wildlife Biologist Tiffany Shepherd Friday morning for one of the base’s twice monthly nature walks. She told us about all the birds we’ve…
Romeo and Juliet
I followed the kids toward the playground after breakfast. “Eloise! Eloise!” I heard faintly. I looked around. Did I mis-hear that, or is there another Eloise? “Eloise! Eeeeeeloise!” Eloise, ahead of me, heard it too. She spun around and looked up. “Hi ELOISE! Do you want to play?” A three-year-old boy in nothing but…
San Diego Birthday Week
Chris and I celebrated our birthday week with a lunch date in Coronado, dinner in Poway with my parents and Grandfather (my birthday), and a family date at Island Pasta (Chris’ birthday). Isaac and Eloise LOVE hanging out at Grandfather’s. They helped Pa pick oranges, and Eloise licked each one after lining them all up….
Life at the Beach
I could get used to the beach life. “Life” in that sentence autocorrected to “kids.” That is accurate for me these days. Moving with kids alleviates some of that initial awkward just-moved-in-no-schedule-no-friends phase. Except our best friends from Jacksonville are here just around the corner, and there are so many friends and family to catch…
Sand Angels
Here’s something I can’t stand: clutter on every flat surface. Here’s something I don’t mind: sand everywhere. We’ve been here what, three days? Sand in the car, sand in the tub, sand in my pockets, sand in the diaper bag, sand dusting the kids and me like sugared donuts. Inexplicably, this doesn’t bother me (as…