Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Ander & Zaza Trick & Treat






(Please disregard the oversized fairy in their midst...)

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Ander & Zaza's Halloween Bash








Punk Ander was juggled by a faux cop.


Fairy Zaza refused her wings.


Sugar was consumed; masks were made; sugar was consumed; stories were told; sugar was consumed.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Zaza & Ander Brave the October Heat at the School Fair




Boneses!

Bounces!

Ander & Zaza Visit Mr. Bones' Pumpkin Patch






Zaza peeked.

Ander bounced.

Zaza said, "Rawrrrr!!!"

Zaza said, "Waaaaah!!!"

Oh, and there were pumpkins. (But we bought ours at Smart & Final)

Friday, October 27, 2006

Zaza & Ander Make Their Mawmaw Smile

Zaza's face (wide eyes, chipped teeth peeking out of pink pink curling-up lips) when a ladybug landed on the right-hand lens of my glasses as we shopping-carted across the Whole Foods parking lot.

The music just moved them: Ander & Zaza boogied and spun and shook-shook-shook their boo-tays and tried out some Savion Glover-style tap and a bit of break dancing -- all to the 80s power ballads piped through the speakers on the Target mall patio.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Ander's Bedtime Stories 10-26-06

...because Zaza fell asleep on the way home from Grandma's...

ADELE & SIMON by Barbara McClintock ('someday' seems so far away when I think of taking the kids to Paris)
THAT'S LOVE by Sam Williams, illustrated by Mique Moriuchi (sorta sacharine, but lovely illus.)
THE ORANGE BOOK by Richard McGuire (mmmmmmmmmm)

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Ander & Zaza's Bedtime Stories 10-24-06

I LOVE YOU, BLUE KANGAROO!
and
WHAT SHALL WE DO, BLUE KANGAROO?
both by Emma Chichester Clark
(and hauled across the Atlantic by Tutu)
also
EVERYWHERE BABIES
by Mem Fox, and illustrated by she-who-knows-how-to-draw-curly-haired-girls Marla Frazee
(Uncle Steve read this to Zaza and her guests at her First Birthday Party)

Monday, October 23, 2006

Ander & Zaza and the Fantastic Fairfax Flock













Most mornings the walk to Ander's school can be a somewhat harrowing urban adventure: six lanes of rush hour traffic, cars running red lights and ignoring crosswalks; buses roaring past, belching fumes and kicking up clouds of grit; overflowing trash cans, the greasy ick being hosed out of Oki Dog's kitchen and across the sidewalk; Zaza complaining in the decrepit jogging stroller ("Want OUT!" "Wanta WALK!" "Too SUNNY!"), Ander dawdling in driveways and pulling too hard on the stroller's safety tether so that it feels like Zaza weighs 8 tons, me scanning the sidewalk and grass strips for dog poop (oh please oh please let it be dog poop this week) and looking a block ahead so we can safely dodge the louder or more erratic homeless folks.

But hey -- we're walking. To school. And we're together and the day is new. We sing songs, and talk, and smell fresh baked bread, and sometimes something completely weird and wonderful will happen.

Today: a lull in traffic, and the crazy cackling of wild parrots bounces all around us. And then we see them so so so green (perfectly purely parrot green) fluttering and arguing in the pink-flowering 'prickly trees' on the median. Parrots! Drinking nectar in Dr. Seussian trees in the middle of a six-lane thoroughfare! And suddenly the sky is bluer and the sidewalks are cleaner and Zaza is saying "I see them!" Pointing this way and that way, over and over, we laugh and clap and gape. I'm kneeling next to the stroller, holding Ander's hand, and the three of us tilt our most wowed-by-fireworks faces up and up as great green flapping clouds lift from the trees and swirl and swoop and chase off grey, mundane pigeons.

And then the happy cackling and green flapping are gone. Ander has been trying to teach himself how to whistle, and now he makes a series of whispery, windy, and extremely hopeful little sounds, trying to call the parrots back to us. But they have disappeared. Which is somehow perfect. We decide it was magic, plain and simple.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Zaza & Ander and the Younger-One-Feasts-on-Scones-and-Nutella-Sandwiches-Whilst-the-Older-One-Picks-at-his-School-Lunch Conundrum



First cup of real tea (yes, it was 1/2 milk and entirely decaf -- and a good thing too as it was followed by 4 more cups) in a gen-u-ine tea room on Mommy's birthday.