Saturday, July 24, 2010
Saturday mornings
Ah, glorious summer Saturdays at Michael Delving. Plenty of time to enjoy hiking in very nearby woods.
Plenty of time for smiles...
And some time to rock out with the music way too loud...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
s'mores!
our five-fold hobbit family is jumping back onto the blogging bandwagon...
and we begin with our 4th of july excursion to visit grandma and apu on fox island.
these hobbitlings had no idea what s'mores were - only that s'mores involved a humiliated coat hanger... junk food... and fire. bring it on!!!
and, no, there is nothing wrong with your computer screen. those are indeed pink marshmallows. princess ela was beside herself!
here is uncle goose demonstrating the time-honored method for perfectly toasted marshmallows.
some results may vary.
apparently, boookie still loves his daddy even though daddy set fire to his marshmallow on purpose! sugar heals all wounds.
(is it just me, or is this picture teetering dangerously on the brink between sweet and totally campy?)
our resident firefighter/paramedic was on site to assist with beginner-level s'moring lessons and to shield little eyes from wayward smoke.
first bite!
let the stickiness commence!
summer fashionistas agree - black is the new pink.
s'mores get all over your fingers, but that's what makes them fun...
clearly, miss ela had a wonderful time!
seimi enjoyed the blustery festivities from within his cocoon. so cozy! hi, little son!
the simple, sticky joy of s'mores cannot be improved upon... at least, not without a beard! right, mr. mayor?
and we begin with our 4th of july excursion to visit grandma and apu on fox island.
these hobbitlings had no idea what s'mores were - only that s'mores involved a humiliated coat hanger... junk food... and fire. bring it on!!!
and, no, there is nothing wrong with your computer screen. those are indeed pink marshmallows. princess ela was beside herself!here is uncle goose demonstrating the time-honored method for perfectly toasted marshmallows.
some results may vary.
apparently, boookie still loves his daddy even though daddy set fire to his marshmallow on purpose! sugar heals all wounds.
(is it just me, or is this picture teetering dangerously on the brink between sweet and totally campy?)our resident firefighter/paramedic was on site to assist with beginner-level s'moring lessons and to shield little eyes from wayward smoke.
first bite!
let the stickiness commence!
summer fashionistas agree - black is the new pink.
s'mores get all over your fingers, but that's what makes them fun...
clearly, miss ela had a wonderful time!
seimi enjoyed the blustery festivities from within his cocoon. so cozy! hi, little son!
the simple, sticky joy of s'mores cannot be improved upon... at least, not without a beard! right, mr. mayor?
Thursday, July 8, 2010
to our dear readers...
thank you for your patience as updating our blog once again takes a back seat to the joys and challenges of REAL LIFE at michael delving! we four hobbits promise to resume regular posting...
...just as soon as we can stop smothering THIS latest, littlest proudfoot with millions of kisses!
(or, at least, as soon as we figure out how to smother and to blog simultaneously...!)
...just as soon as we can stop smothering THIS latest, littlest proudfoot with millions of kisses!(or, at least, as soon as we figure out how to smother and to blog simultaneously...!)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Seimi
Seimi was born on Monday, June 14 at 6:01PM. He weighed 8 lb. 4 oz. and was 21 inches long. Mommy and son are doing great.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
the schizophrenia of spring
the merry month of may has arrived!
for hobbits of the shire's northwest farthing, dramatically unpredictable weather is a perk of late spring. we dress in short sleeves under our waterproof outerwear, and we keep sunglasses in one pocket and mittens in the other.
here are the hobbitlings on a balmy friday afternoon. towering thunderheads growled at the brilliant blue skies overhead, and we whiled away the eighty degree weather at green lake's "basket of robbers" (as boookie called it) where the hobbitlings had their first sample of the 31 flavors.
when selecting "princess ice cream," it is the colour and not the flavor which is of principal importance. thus, ela chose fat-free watermelon sorbet with gummy "chocolate" watermelon seeds. (and her mommy chose not to watch her eat it.)
she may look like the joker from batman, but this little girl takes her sugar consumption very seriously.
boookie selected raspberry sherbet and proceeded to mug more faces than a basket of robbers as he consumed it.
contemplative:
vicious:
pachyderm:
enthusiastic:
envious? or mildly concerned?
either way, this was his reaction to noticing the slimy brown warts in his sister's ice cream. can you blame him?
the following tuesday, it was wet, windy, and bitterly cold. the hobbitlings enjoyed their outside playtime only after they were reissued their winter regs.
three little mittens as sweet as kittens...
...and one possessed by the evil cast monster!
the following saturday featured the only weather "typical" of spring in our corner of the shire: grey. for the uninitiated, grey weather is not too warm or muggy, not too rainy, windy, or chilly. it's benign, and some may think of it as bland. we hobbits love it! and we celebrate it with flip flops outside and fuzzy socks inside, with coffee and soup, and with such outdoor pursuits as should not wait for weather more "perfect."
here is the hoodie brigade...
...planting this year's crop of zucchini, yellow squash, peas, and sweet peas in the narrow bed along the fence.
like all good hobbitlings, they know that serious work...
... can be oh so very much fun! (and don't you just want to munch those sweet, fat little fingers?!)
ice cream, mittens, and seeds - the springtime possibilities are endless! of course, there are a few activities our schizophrenic spring weather cannot affect. a nap is for all seasons!
for hobbits of the shire's northwest farthing, dramatically unpredictable weather is a perk of late spring. we dress in short sleeves under our waterproof outerwear, and we keep sunglasses in one pocket and mittens in the other.
here are the hobbitlings on a balmy friday afternoon. towering thunderheads growled at the brilliant blue skies overhead, and we whiled away the eighty degree weather at green lake's "basket of robbers" (as boookie called it) where the hobbitlings had their first sample of the 31 flavors.
when selecting "princess ice cream," it is the colour and not the flavor which is of principal importance. thus, ela chose fat-free watermelon sorbet with gummy "chocolate" watermelon seeds. (and her mommy chose not to watch her eat it.)
she may look like the joker from batman, but this little girl takes her sugar consumption very seriously.
boookie selected raspberry sherbet and proceeded to mug more faces than a basket of robbers as he consumed it.
contemplative:
vicious:
pachyderm:
enthusiastic:
envious? or mildly concerned?
either way, this was his reaction to noticing the slimy brown warts in his sister's ice cream. can you blame him?the following tuesday, it was wet, windy, and bitterly cold. the hobbitlings enjoyed their outside playtime only after they were reissued their winter regs.
three little mittens as sweet as kittens...
...and one possessed by the evil cast monster!
the following saturday featured the only weather "typical" of spring in our corner of the shire: grey. for the uninitiated, grey weather is not too warm or muggy, not too rainy, windy, or chilly. it's benign, and some may think of it as bland. we hobbits love it! and we celebrate it with flip flops outside and fuzzy socks inside, with coffee and soup, and with such outdoor pursuits as should not wait for weather more "perfect."
here is the hoodie brigade...
...planting this year's crop of zucchini, yellow squash, peas, and sweet peas in the narrow bed along the fence.like all good hobbitlings, they know that serious work...
... can be oh so very much fun! (and don't you just want to munch those sweet, fat little fingers?!)
ice cream, mittens, and seeds - the springtime possibilities are endless! of course, there are a few activities our schizophrenic spring weather cannot affect. a nap is for all seasons!
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