I've a few minutes to spare, while the group is strolling outside, to put into the record the latest familial development: in a matter of weeks Jeff and Liz will cancel their utilities, alert the postman, load up a rusty U-Haul, and stare down the setting sun--they are moving to San Francisco. That's right, the real city of brotherly love, Levi Strauss, Ghirardelli, squawking seagulls, steamy crab cakes on the Wharf, and seismometers in every living room. God bless 'em, they embark on a life-changing adventure of untold proportions. All this comes as a result of Jeff's recent acceptance of a plum job offer with a techie firm (I can't really describe what they do...just like I can't really describe what I do). They are anticipating a mid-November departure.
How does this news tie to NL? Perhaps it's file-able under "Other Happenings" or perhaps it's quite relevant: the kids are saying adieu to an uncle and soon-to-be godfather and godmother (and prospective aunt; I'll let Jeff blog about that). Though, surely the parting isn't permanent. What infant/toddler doesn't beg for a 5.5 hour flight, and what parent doesn't beg to escort them on one? Oh, I kid. No one can say what the future holds...perhaps in a few years the Wieleckis will crave a change of scenery and tire going sweater-less in June, load up another rusty U-Haul*, and set up shop in the Shaky City. I'm not saying, I'm just saying...
*The two mentions of U-Haul in this entry are by no means an endorsement. My experiences with UH left the kind of taste in my mouth that you get when you accidentally ingest Dawn** dish washing detergent.
**The one mention of Dawn dish washing detergent is by all means an endorsement. Go ahead, get dirty, and get Dawn.*** (To clean with, not eat).
***For the record, Dawn is not an official sponsor of this blog. But I'll consider any offers.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Post Peanuts Post
The Saturday after our return from Georgia, NL slept through an entire trip to Cocoa Beach. They missed little, though, as the excursion was wrought with a battle with the sun and constant wind blowing sand into every cranny of their car seats. Still, Kel and I managed to cavort among the high waves and strong current of the warm Atlantic, while JimPa and MarMa chaperoned the kids and discussed whatever it is that JimPas and MarMas discuss in their pre-retirement years.
Noelle and Lucas appear to be entering that magical age that verges on the ability to conduct two-way communication. Day by day they are trying out their vocal chords, so far stuck on all the varietals of "a:" short, long, high pitched, medium pitched, back to high pitched, and then they wait for a response. Fun game for all involved. Sometimes I wonder though if they ever asked me to play or just find it amusing enough to hear themselves speak. Though we're hardly advanced enough to banter about the merits of import tariffs, I'm immensely proud of their achievements in acquiring a sound other than wailing.
On the topic of words that end in 'ing', I'm pleased to report that NL are no longer being subjected to nightly swaddling. Not only was that ritual a royal pain for the swaddlers, but likewise for the swaddlees, who one morning awoke to discover that their blankets migrated to their northern hemispheres. We prefer that our kids enjoy oxygen for the duration of their sleep, and so immediately discontinued that childish practice.
A week ago NL dabbled in some community service by visiting me at City Hall. I'd been promising to showcase them after the first set of vaccines. Six weeks later, I delivered. The kids cooperated for the majority of their visit, patiently allowing themselves to be passed around like a peace pipe, though did take the occasional opportunity to release some pent-up gas on an unsuspecting co-worker.
As a treat for enduring this entire entry, below are photos of the Peanut Fest and miscellany:
http://picasaweb.google.com/gros.islet/PlainsSeptEarlyOct08#
Noelle and Lucas appear to be entering that magical age that verges on the ability to conduct two-way communication. Day by day they are trying out their vocal chords, so far stuck on all the varietals of "a:" short, long, high pitched, medium pitched, back to high pitched, and then they wait for a response. Fun game for all involved. Sometimes I wonder though if they ever asked me to play or just find it amusing enough to hear themselves speak. Though we're hardly advanced enough to banter about the merits of import tariffs, I'm immensely proud of their achievements in acquiring a sound other than wailing.
On the topic of words that end in 'ing', I'm pleased to report that NL are no longer being subjected to nightly swaddling. Not only was that ritual a royal pain for the swaddlers, but likewise for the swaddlees, who one morning awoke to discover that their blankets migrated to their northern hemispheres. We prefer that our kids enjoy oxygen for the duration of their sleep, and so immediately discontinued that childish practice.
A week ago NL dabbled in some community service by visiting me at City Hall. I'd been promising to showcase them after the first set of vaccines. Six weeks later, I delivered. The kids cooperated for the majority of their visit, patiently allowing themselves to be passed around like a peace pipe, though did take the occasional opportunity to release some pent-up gas on an unsuspecting co-worker.
As a treat for enduring this entire entry, below are photos of the Peanut Fest and miscellany:
http://picasaweb.google.com/gros.islet/PlainsSeptEarlyOct08#
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