Overheard from Scott

We want our boys to be aware of what they eat, but I think we may have taken this whole carnivore thing a little too far.

Playing in the kitchen on Saturday morning, Scott holds up a little toy cow.
Me: Scott, this is the mommy cow.  See her udders? 
Scott: Where her baby?
Me: Yes, where is her baby calf?
Scott: Daddy COOK it!  Take baby, put in microwave, HAMBURGER!
Me: ... ... ... oh.  Do you like hamburgers?
Scott: Yes! Sometimes I eat, sometimes I not.  Daddy COOK it!

Later, swinging at the park, we are talking about books and I ask Scott what he likes to read:
Scott: Chickens.
Me: You like to read about chickens?
Scott:  No, I like to EAT chickens.

Whoa.

Since that's not very Valentine's-y, let me leave you with something a little sweeter:

Mark is such a cute napper.  I start snapping photos.

The camera is a little loud.  He awakes.

And smiles.  What a doll.

xoxo to all.

Wedding tree

The plum tree that guards the entrance to our building has put on its dress whites and put me in the mood for a wedding.

The tree makes me think all at once of brides, mothers, and guests: 
dressed in impractically beautiful clothes,
waiving delicate embroidered cotton handkerchiefs, and
throwing tiny petal teardrops down like rice (or birdseed, or bubbles)
on us
as we play
in the square of warm Spring sunlight below.

All better!

With the exception of my hair (which will continue to look weird and remain hidden for some time, sorry dear A.), all the issues of last week are resolved.  Allow me to show you our weekend?

Scott played in our courtyard, near a very nice spiderweb:

Luke lounged near another spiderweb at baby B.'s 1st birthday party (at awesome Mitchell Park in Palo Alto):

Mark napped.  No spiderwebs involved here:

We also hiked Mission Peak.  I did the hike with the boys on Friday afternoon with some backpacking friends and carried BOTH OF THEM (Mark on front, Scott on back) for some time.  On Saturday we returned with Luke and did a more sensible one son per parent hike.  Mission Peak is gorgeous always but really great in the winter when the baby calves are all fuzzy and following their mamas around.  We also saw lots of gophers.  Come visit now.  Share our halcyon life.