Years ago in New York, I worked with a coder/heavy metal musician who sported butt-length blonde hair & leather pants at work. He had a charming habit of yelling things like "Nack, you're a wreck!!" and then letting a falsetto phrase or two rip. For some reason Finn & his lion decided to channel him the other evening. :-p
I think I neglected to share Finn's leonine antics from one year ago, so let me fix that now.
You know those people (inevitably from Florida) who claim to see Jesus burned into their toast? Henry's a bit like that, but he sees orange-clad Lego construction workers in his Cheetoes.
I had no idea about all this—did you?—but according to the newly de-incisored Finnster:
- The tooth fairy lives in your heart.
- When you lose a tooth, she flies up out of your mouth to get it.
- Her husband is a strong dwarf who pries your mouth open.
- Once you run out of baby teeth, you don’t see her again.
- It’s unclear whether she reappears if you get old & lose teeth.
- Your fairy is as old as you are. When you’re 80 years old, she’s 80 years old.
- When she goes back into your mouth, a piece of money flies out of her pocket.
- She puts your teeth into a big bag so that when she loses a tooth, she can put in one of yours.
"Sun's out, guns out," they say, but in foggy San Francisco, we have to go with "Sons out, guns out." Here Henry explores the artillery at the Presidio.
Oh hi, don't mind me—I'm just enjoying multiple suckers at once. Why, do I seem different? — From Halloween 2013
No one got doused with chilly water (frozen or otherwise) or lost a digit, I’m happy to report, during our Saturday visit to the San Jose Sharks practice ice rink with Finn’s pal Zach & his fam. The lads enjoyed tottering around on skates with the help of buckets on which they could lean. Check it out:
During our time in Mendocino, journeyed south to the Point Arena Lighthouse, then up to light at Point Cabrillo. Here's a gallery from the outing, as well as (below) a couple of interactive 360º panoramas I captured. (You can click the icon in the upper-right corner of each to make it full screen, then drag to explore it.)
The boys are, of course, insane for trains, so kudos to Margot for discovering the Skunk Train that operates out of Fort Bragg (the town just up the coast from Mendocino). The train winds its way through redwoods en route to an old logging camp that offers BBQ & knickknacks (but not BBQ'd knickknacks). We met some nice families along the way. A 3-year-old kid named Silas ended up lending his name to Finn's little souvenir stuffed skunk (for which we devised the mnemonic, "He makes you sigh less"), and a couple from Fremont helped the boys squash pennies on the rails while keeping Henry from being squashed as well! Despite the cold & wind, Hen insisted that he & I stand outside for mile after mile, so he's a bit overrepresented in the photos.
Here's a gallery from the day, as well as some video highlights:
Having really enjoyed our trip down the coast at Thanksgiving, the boys were super amped for another "Roadtrip, roadtrip!!" as they called it. Therefore on Sunday we took a drive in the opposite direction, heading north to Mendocino. I'll post a bunch of other photos & videos soon, but in the meantime here's a little gallery showing off the gorgeous sunset lighting we encountered upon rolling into town & exploring the bluffs. (Vertigo-inducing shots have been omitted to Grandpa Nack's presumed relief. ;-))
From our family to yours, we wish you much love, peace, and (ideally Lego-fueled) happiness.
Following our torrential rains, the dudes & I explored the waterfalls of nearby Uvas Canyon. The boys even took turns rocking my big camera, so this set includes the first Finn-captured photo upload to Facebook! They were also keenly aware of things we could do to images after the fact ("Dad-O, take a picture & then Photoshop me falling off the bridge!" "Dad-O, will your Google friends make this into a little animation?").
Stay tuned for the Photoshoppery, and in the meantime, here's the gallery plus a short video below.
Anyone excited to drop in on Dad-O at Google & pound down some ice cream? Anyone, anyone?
We were delighted to discover this little composition en Español in Finn's backpack. It shows our immediate fam plus Liggett grandparents & Lingle cousins, each performing our characteristic activities (click for larger version).
- Mom-O: Drawing
- Dad-O: Working on the computer
- Henry: Playing
- Finn: Working at school
- Auntie Laura: Being a teacher
- Grandpa: Playing with kids
- Grandma: Guitar (?)
- Uncle James: Going to Safeway (!)
- Patrick: Playing video games
- Charlie: Playing
I've always gotten a goofy kick out of the line in Handle's Messiah that says "We like sheep!" We sure did like some the other night when—thanks especially to Margot's crazy skills with hot glue & cotton balls—our dudes were resplendent in sheep threads. Check out a gallery from their performance in Aesop's Fables.
Special thanks to our pal Magdalena & her dad David for coming out to enjoy the show.
In the clip below, the Willow Glen Elementary sheep take us to the jungle—the mighty jungle!
Why hello there! You've just caught me drawing a little somethin' somethin' for Grandma & Grandpa...
This Thanksgiving we did not plan any long-distance travel, and did not have any out-of-town relatives visiting, so we decided to spend some of our long weekend on a family road trip to explore parts previously-unknown. Our good friend Reen came down from San Francisco to feast with us on Thanksgiving day, and by the time we went to bed that night, we had booked a motel in Cayucos, CA and had plans to visit the beach, San Simeon, and nearby Hearst Castle - all of which are just off the gorgeous coastal California Highway 1, south of Big Sur.
On Friday, the trip took a little over 3 hours, and we asked the boys to draw maps of what they were seeing as we headed south. Both boys did a fantastic job drawing mountains, trees, vehicles, road signs, oil pumps, freight trains, vinyards, and other things that they saw out the window, and the mapmaking kept them engaged and busy the entire trip. Listening to Johnny Cash on the stereo was also a crowdpleaser.
We checked into our vintage motor court motel room that evening, just after stopping at the beach to watch the sun go down. We popped some popcorn and watched a movie before bed, and then got some rest for the big day ahead. Friday we visited Hearst Castle (opulence is an understatement!), and spent some quality time horsing around on the beach before dinner. Sunday was rainy, so instead of spending tons of time on the windy, cold, wet beach, we toured Morro Bay's famous Shell Shop (Excelling in Shells since 1953!) and then drove up to poke around some of the art galleries in Cambria, just south of the Castle. Then we drove home through the mist and fog.
Here's a gallery of the weekend's proceedings.
[Dad-O addenda: We were charmed that for some reason Finn took to referring to William Randolph Hearst as simply "The Hearst." Henry asked our tour guide whether the castle featured a dungeon or a dragon, giving us a chance to learn about the fur-stocked basement & a statue of St. George battling a dragon (as glimpsed in the gallery). Finn named a little stuffed lion from the gift shop & named his shell-based race car driver "Shelby" (transporter of Henry's little shell owl "Shelly"). Mom-O's art history background came into play as we checked out the lion-heavy statuary, and Finn was fascinated to learn about the lion-headed Egyptian deity Sekhmet. Henry, meanwhile, was delighted to learn about The Hearst's wiener dog swimming around in search of goldfish, and to point out the little ramp a gardener built so he could stop fishing the dog out of the pool (see also the gallery). —J.]
Greetings from some truly micro Micronaxx, daily lovers of Lego Advent calendars.