Wednesday, April 29, 2009

A Dirty Butt Knows...

















no boundaries or class. Alas, not if you are around my family, who has little modesty, and a compulsion for being clean. So no surprise...Gavin loves to tidy-up before his nap time.

A Warren spit-bath, normally given in the sink, in between REAL bath nights, is just a must with a little boy. So, being compulsive, I always sponge him off to get rid of the gunk, crack grime, kid germs and lurking toe and belly button jam. Well, of late, Mema and Papa got a real opportunity to see Gavin Get After the Grime, right in their own backyard. (As did any onlookers or unfortunate neighbors.)

After a full morning of activities with the old folks, it was time for a snooze. So here comes Mema with a large mixing bowl full of soap, water and a washcloth, meeting us on the back porch where Papa and Gavin had been all morning. (Playing in the salvage yard and on the aforementioned, very unsafe, teeter-totter.) Well, once Gavin was stripped of his grimy clothes, Mema set in with the washcloth, little did she know, Gavin had other plans. He took over, washed his private parts, (repeatedly), his butt and then plopped right down into the bowl itself. Yep, he could fit his entire body inside the bowl. Well, being a Mom, I cautiously looked around too see if the neighbors above us happen to be on their deck, while simultaneously thinking to myself "white trash, country-bumpkins" have moved into the hood. Thankfully, Papa nor I saw anyone, but we were all laughing so hard, an observer could have easily been overlooked. We had fun getting that kid out of the bowl, into some clean clothes and into the car. He was simply having a ball. Talk about a cheap date, eh?

Blog Note: Check back next week for "the masochistic gardener" update to include our latest backyard construction projects!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Bunnies, Biology and Buds

Spring has sprung around our place and usually that means warmer weather, arrival of the Easter Bunny and the indoor planting of seeds and blooms. Well, so far we have seen 2 out of those 3 events occur; the bunny and the blooms. We are freezing our keesters right off. Parts unfrozen have been blown away in the 50 MPH wind. I am certain Mother Nature is going through menopause, "gone postal" or simply gone "off the reservation." The weather has been WHACKED all over New Mexico with temps swinging 40 Degrees in one day! Our trees budded, got frostbite and are so darn confused they don't know which way is up. Clearly, Mother Nature needs to see her Physician or Psychologist. Nonetheless, with a kiddo in the house, life just keeps rolling along, as nothing really stops these little guys from celebrating.

BUNNIES & Biology:

Gavin really got involved in Easter celebrations this year. He understands the holiday represents Jesus' second birthday, celebrated by the coloring of eggs, the hunting of eggs and the scarfing of little chocolate egg candies. (We squeezed in some crafts too, to decorate and make table place cards for our family Easter meal.) Kids love scissors, paper and glue; Mom's love the anxiety of a 3-year-old with a sharp object. Wine anyone??? Our first event was the Village Egg Hunt on Saturday, held in a local campground and attended by the masses. I have never seen so many haggard parents who appeared as though they just rolled out of bed, grabbed the kid and keys and bolted to the hunt. Scare-do's, Lycra tights and cigarettes dangling represented the breadth of the Ruidoso culture. Papa noticed that one parent had the gall to stowe her cigs in her child's basket; poor kid. The hunt itself was over before you could fart. The "speed hunt" ended abruptly due to lightening, rain and freezing temperatures. (Go figure.) Our usual visit with Smokey Bear and the Easter Bunny himself, plus a ride on the Ruidoso Fire truck was all nixed as we scrambled to the truck for cover. Smokey was right behind us and the Bunny eluded us altogether. Gavin didn't score a big-load, which never seems to be his goal, he was happy with a handful of eggs, only one filled with candy, and the others stuffed with little trinkets. Mema was hoping for more chocolate, so she could score a few bites, from the kiddo. (Sorry Mema, you will have to hit your chocolate stash when you get home. Like Tim, Mema lives on the stuff.)

On Sunday, Mema and Papa came out with a gorgeous Easter basket that Mema had hand stuffed/wrapped and bowed with a collection of goodies we'd all put together. She also had eggs she and Gavin had dyed to put in the backyard. Gavin's face lit up like a star when he hunted for both that particular basket and one more from Grandma Chris, both hidden in our house by the Easter Bunny (a Warren family tradition). For a final genital freezing, we all went into the backyard where Eric braved the temps, and hid several eggs for Gavin's second "speed hunt." Gavin found all the eggs and managed a frigid, long-range pee that left us stunned, (he can traject 9 to 10 feet regularly, see picture) and then headed inside. The rest of the day was so peaceful as Gavin entertained himself with all the new toys and books he received and was smart enough to put candy away for another day. With a kid napping all afternoon, Papa and Eric worked on some carpentry projects together, while Mema and I populated our germinator with hundreds of itty bitty vegetable seeds. We sat down to a great homemade meal, no store bought nothing, and had a relaxing evening. Such a joy to have them here, THEY ARE SUCH A HUGE HELP, with household projects. I don't think there is anything they can't build or repair, despite being over 70 years of age. I love company that actually helps us get work completed! No Warren likes to sit around so when you visit us plan to be busy either voluntarily or by force!
BUDS:
Alas, Eric finished building my seed germinator and so far it has been super effective. We had sprouts in three days and everything is growing. The whole process has been and will be such a great way to spend family time and teach Gavin about where food comes from...I will be running the rototiller this weekend and attending a high altitude gardening class, plus relying heavily upon Mema's decades of gardening experience. Maybe something will live, eh?

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Keys to the Castle, Carnivals and Company














We have been busier than a family of one-armed jugglers with work, fun, family and lotza-company to keep us laughing. The month of March is a total blur of exhaustion, meals, laughter and wild West weather.

If you think moving sucks, try it as a senior! Not fun at all. Mom and Dad arrived more tired than I have ever seen them, but they were in great spirits. The trip from Texas was long but uneventful. The long-distance closing of the house was stressful and included hiccups on the buyers side, so we all finally breathed with ease once it was a done deal.

The Warren's moved into their new digs at 109 Snowcap and they were stunned at the renovations. You can observe by the pictures that Tims' ole place is really dressing up. At our insistence, Mom and Dad crashed at our house for a full week, cleaning and unpacking by day, playing with Gavin and eating with us by night. We never stayed up past 9 p.m. the entire week; we were just pooped.




The fun times really rolled as we diagnosed other minor fixes to be made at the house and they spent their first couple of nights on their own. Gavin was bewildered as too why they would no longer be staying with us and a bit out of sorts, as we all have been, with so much change taking place. Well, just as the last box was unpacked Mom and Dad got a huge surprise at their door: knock, knock, Ken (my bro) and Lisa (my sis in law) popped in from New Hampshire. Mom and Dad were totally stunned and clue-less. It was a classic surprise, minus the peeing in the pants thing... K and L, had planned the trip with E and I and worked it into a business trip for Ken. Ken and Eric worked with Papa on some challenging finish work, while Lisa and I went furniture shopping as a surprise house warming from she and Ken. My truck was full of stuff when we returned and the folks were so grateful: bar stools, antique tea table for the foyer, maple table for the telephone, mirror for the foyer etc. For fun we squeezed in some authentic New Mexican food on the reservation, a trip to the Casino and then honky-tonking at the local bar. Wow, talk about trailer trash. We fit in nicely with people we never seem to see during the day around here, only at night, once a year, when we go to that bar. Ken was picked up upon by a not so small, or shy gal, whom he politely said "no thank you" too, just to see her subsequently take a swing at the bartender, who then threw her out! Only the best local white trash Ruidoso could offer!

Following a rather late night and really early morning, Ken and Lisa are headed to El Paso and then back home to NH. They were a hoot and I hope we showed them a good time.

A few other notes/events;

Take a look at the slide show as it contains many pictures, including Gavin at his first carnival riding solo. So funny. All he said on the roller coaster was "I am ready to get off." Of course, he couldn't so he hung in there and called it quits, moving onto games and prizes.

Other shots of spring in Ruidoso. We have had some wacky weather, but the caterpillars love Gavin.

No more diapers for Ducky. Gavin has been out of diapers (except when he uses a pull up to sleep) for weeks now. Very few accidents, but trajectory is a challenge for him, as it remains to be for his Father!

Special Friends Note: We were thrilled to see the Ruffs' during their Spring/Winter Break (it snowed) as they stayed in their RV in town and had two dinners with us. Their three dogs and our two went wild until Gordie got scared and hid in our closet all night from one 15lb he feared. What a pansy. They all looked awesome and my parents had a great time visiting with them. Derek looks awesome and we can't wait to celebrate the end of his treatments with him in May.