Showing posts with label Stephen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stephen. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2011

Of napping, and sisters and funky bums.

While calling it a rhythm might be overly enthusiastic, life here at the Dinnertable has taken on some regular characteristics.



Camilla takes naps,




followed by diapers changes.







Sylvia has become a really good helper, shuttling dirty diapers to the honey bucket.








The occasional bath makes for light entertainment, enjoyed by most.







Again, big sister is a big help.







Papa then takes clean baby and sits for a bit.








Or stands.







Some swaddling practice might occur,








followed by an outing, and a nap.










Upon our return we might engage in a bit of expression practice.
















And no day would be complete without some more sisterly love.





Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Paying it backward.

Did I mention that Camilla's Granny and Granddad think she's pretty sweet.



Friday, March 12, 2010

Markets lead to feastin'

Again, the danger of cliche looms large whenever one attempts to turn a phrase that contains the words "New Orleans" and "Music". Suffice it to say that even the winter weather didn't cool the tunes.




Even the statues get involved.














A few of us in the group read "Gumbo Tales", which tells the story of the large Vietnamese community that now lives in New Orleans. Pre-Katrina, according to the book, there was a large weekly market selling Vietnamese vegetables and other goodies. Post-Katrina the market is in recovery. We visited the weekend after Christmas and found a very small collection of vendors. Sylvia did her best to inspect the wares.










Markets lead to feasting, at least in the ideal world of blogging, and this is what occurred.




Turkey bastin'






Turkey grillin'







Oyster shuckin'





Joke tellin'








Oyster preppin'







family smilin'







Sunday, January 31, 2010

Sweeter than Sugar

First, props to the Saints for winning the SB. I expect the party has just begun!

Our adventures in NOLA continued with a visit to the Cafe Du Monde where we joined in the endless coffee and begnet tradition that began long ago and will continue into the distant future. Chris related how the cafe continued to serve during Katrina, even when power was lost. We nodded in admiration, our mouths heavily dusted with powdered sugar.







Digesting our begnets, we meandered through Jackson Square in the French Quarter.











(Jackson rampant with the Prebytere in the background).



Sylvia heard the music in the air and caught the dancing bug.






R-E-S-P-E-C-T!





The trees make good places to hide...and seek...and ham it up.








Yards of shrimp based comestibles

Note: the next few posts will not subscribe to a chronological retelling of our visit to New Orleans. Places, meals, drinks and observations overlap and their linear description does not aid in the recollection of this city.

That said we recommence with a visit to Chris' neck of the woods, a shotgun near bayou St. John. The scale of the houses on his block seemed familiar after a few days of waking around New Orleans. Each house, consisting of two units, is approximately 20 feet wide and sixty feet long.







Each house on this block, some in better condition than others, is separated from its neighbor by only a few feet but opens up in the back to a small yard with a shed.














Chris showed us the garden we had planted in the backyard of a home near his own. We munched on fresh herbs as the sun warmed our faces and we shed our coats.








Dangerously close by is the Parkway bakery and tavern. While I cannot verify whether it is NOLA's "oldest and most entertaining" po-boy restaurant it certainly is one of the tastiest. Sylvia led the way, with Andy in tow, as the whole group, on our last day together, consumed approximately 5 1/2 feet of shrimp, bread, oysters and dressing. I personally ate an entire foot long po-boy and then helped Aurelia finish hers. Awesome!













While no pictures were taken during the meal, who has time when there are shrimp based comestibles that are measured in yards to be consumed, I did notice a unusual detail before the food arrived. If you look carefully in the picture below you will see water-filled Ziploc bags hanging in front of each window. Within each bag is a single shiny penny.

Speculation of their function ran wild until Chris cleared things up. These bags are installed to keep bees and wasps out of the restaurant. He claims they work and the frequency of the bags suggests that the restaurant owners don't doubt their effectiveness. I plan on experimenting here this summer and see if it works on Northwest critters.



Sunday, January 10, 2010

Did I mention ducks?

It's six hours by plane from Portland to New Orleans, including the stop in Texas. We all managed the flight well, though the noodle took the time change harder than the rest of us. Sleeping in was the natural response.






After waking up and consuming a bit of coffee, we explored our neighborhood. The house we stayed in, a fine two bedroom shotgun, was close to both a large open area between two streets (that I believe is called "common ground") and City Park. Sylvia discovered the joy of an improvised swing as we made our way northwestish along Orleans St.












More shotgun houses along the way.










City Park offers playgrounds (well used by the Noodle), ponds, ducks, geese, a sculpture park and museum, and benches for people of all heights.








Did I mention ducks?




Monday, October 12, 2009

Grey + Rain = Summer

 It is the oldest of old saws: it rains a lot in Oregon. And perhaps it's an old saw because it happens to be true. But perhaps a more accurate statement would be, " It rain a lot in Oregon when guests come from out of town." So it was that the latest visit from Susan, Stephen, Vic and Andy coincided with a spate of drippy weather in an otherwise sunny September. But that didn't stop us from hitting the beach sporting our SPF 3000 jackets.



 



 





























And, of coarse, another visit to the zoo. We do seem to go there a lot.


















And some fine time at the pub. We do seem to go there a lot too.



 


Saturday, May 2, 2009

Austin Part II - Last Ride of the Peacock Wranglers

The day after Granny's memorial, Miguel returned to Portland and Aurelia and Sylvia were unleashed on the unsuspecting city of Austin. After the obligatory barhopping and duet with Willie Nelson, they settled down for lunch with Aurelia's childhood buddy Kristy and her two little men, Braeden (big) and Ross (little) . Sylvia scored a gift even though her birthday was still weeks away. (ok. I'm a little jealous).




Then it was back to Granny's to clean up.
Sylvia was put in charge of the recycling which she dutifully filled and emptied.





With the weather improving by the day, there was time out from the cleaning for posing in the sun.






And diving.





And peacock wrangling.


(Laguna Gloria Museum)
















Peacock officially outta here.





We conclude this episode with a moment brought to
you by the National Institute for Cute Uncle and Niece Pictures (TM).