Remember months ago when I gave you a tour of our apartment and there were a few sheets of plywood in our narrow hallway that I said were part of a project Micah was working on? And remember several months later when I mentioned a super cool project he was working on while Simon and I were in Ohio with my brother? Well, during that time two of the four sheets magically transformed into these:They have proven to be effective chairs, footrests, beds, barriers (to keep a little person contained) and storage bins.
We’re not really in love with the black one, but we can always reupholster it if we want to. Micah did everything himself, in our apartment, from designing to cutting to sewing and stapling the fabric. They are really comfortable to sit on and a welcome addition to our scant collection of furniture. In fact, they may be the nicest furniture we own.
I’ve been tempted to let Simon’s little golden curls grow, but I have it from several authorities that boys who had long hair as toddlers generally grow up to look with disgust at the pictures that show them in their golden-curled glory. So we cut Simon’s hair on Saturday. Just the sides, where the curls were the cutest. Sigh. But I have to say that I don’t think the boy’s cuteness is diminished in any way.
I’m not naming any names here, but yesterday a certain someone was doing the dishes and another certain someone was playing in the cupboards beneath the sink. The playing someone managed to find the 3 liter bottle of olive oil, take the lid off, and tip it over without the dishwashing someone noticing. Yes, it was lovely. I mean oily. The culprit obviously felt bad, but not bad enough to keep from rolling around in the mess and ruining his or her pants. The saddest part, in my opinion, was not the roughly $10 worth of olive oil that was lying useless on the floor, but that the dishwashing person, whose negligence indirectly caused the catastrophe, had to run to class shortly after the incident happened and with the culprit incapacitated by his or her guilt, a third party had to step in to clean it up after a long day at work.
We got back from Boston last night. It was a great trip in which we decided that Boston would be a great place to live — at least in the summer time. We loved the New England feel. The neighborhoods were so old, but so well-kept. We were amazed at how clean everything was, especially when we had the hardest time finding garbage cans to throw trash in. In New York there are trash cans on every corner and still the streets are dirty. But we like it anyway.
A few highlights from the trip:Walking along the Freedom Trail. I especially liked climbing the 294 steps to the top of the Bunker Hill Monument; finding where Paul Revere, Samuel Adams, John Hancock and the victims of the Boston Massacre were buried (below); learning about the Old North Church; and touring the USS Constitution (Old Ironsides — above).Eating ricotta-filled cannolis at Mike’s Pastry. We actually went there twice and decided that if we ever move to the Boston area, it’ll be for the pastries.Running into some friends from Hawaii on the Freedom Trail. It was a total shock to see them there, but so great to see some familiar faces.Putting Simon in a swing for the first time. He enjoyed it for a little while, but we had too much fun taking pictures and listening to him laugh. He also did his first sign while we were there (bye-bye — which he now uses for just about everything), and it sounded like he said a few words (bird, dog, bye-bye). He often says things that sound like words and sound intentional, but we have a hard time getting him to repeat it. He definitely doesn’t like to be pushed into anything.Seeing the finish line for the Boston Marathon. Boy would we love to cross that some day!
The bus ride there and back was just fine. I would recommend Bolt Bus to anyone. We did have a little trouble when we got to New York because of the AIDS walk. It took over an hour to get from 57th Street to 51st Street — just over a quarter mile. We zig-zagged a little bit, but not much. Finally the bus driver found a spot to pull over and let us get our bags from underneath the bus so we could walk to the subway. It was a not-so-great end to a great trip.
Last week I asked Micah if he was going to get me anything for Mother’s Day. He hemmed a little. “Maybe Simon will get you something for Mother’s Day,” he said. After all, I wasn’t his mother. But then he thanked me for reminding him because he would have felt bad if he hadn’t done anything. I was a little sad that he hadn’t even thought about it when we talked about what we were going to get our own mothers.
He sure had me going. Imagine my surprise yesterday when he sprung on me that he planned a trip to Boston! I couldn’t believe it! We’ve been talking about taking little trips to cities that aren’t too far away during the summer (DC, Boston, Philadelphia), but we weren’t sure how things would work with Micah’s job situation. Or so I thought. It turns out he’s had this in the works for quite some time. I’m shocked that he managed to keep it from me. Happy Mother’s Day to me!
We’re meeting Micah’s brother who will be there for a conference. Does anybody have ideas about what to do in Boston? We’ll be there about 5 days and definitely want to go on the Freedom Trail, but other than that we are open to suggestions.