Returned

Some last Point Reyes pictures from my cell phone. My phone is still trying to publish a blog post from yesterday so I thought I would sit down at our Mac and prove how Blogger apps for cell phones kind of stink.

Speaking of stinky, here are some photos of our stop at the Cowgirl Creamery in Point Reyes:


Just aging:


The men had a Jiffy Pop competition. I have to admit that Jinnah beat Andrew fair and square:


Saying goodbye to a great campsite and great adventure:


I have to report that I am not super satisfied with the color I chose for the house. It is too light, but it will have to do for now. It would be perfect if it was two shades darker. We sold our old couch so I am waiting to find the perfect couch (vintage with a bit of retro) for under $100 (good luck). Blake fell asleep in this chair while watching a video. Poor kid was exhausted and had nowhere to go but down. We really need a sofa:

Army Man

Blake has a new fascination with army guys.  He requested army guy videos on YouTube so I compromised with a few Google images.  For your information, a search for "army guy" will only produce a surprising amount of pornographic material.  So after exposing my son to 30 or so of those images I found that a simple search for "army" was good enough.

I still didn't do right.

He ran around other campsites playing Army Man and ended his battle in the RV.  He did a karate kick move in the hallway, fell into the shower, and almost took out his eye with the wooden spoon he called his gun.  Darn boys.

Dirty

We are dirty, stuffed, and happy.

Sigh

Ah, a break from the chaos.  I love RV weekends.  The weather is great and I am in the mood for hot dogs, pancakes, and Hawaiian chicken.

Color

This is the cleanest space in the whole house. Sad, but true. It was a relief to hand over the keys for the old house. Now, it is time to help this house get organized.


Step 1: Paint:


Mr. Rogue beer tap, please help me decided on the best color (don't worry, it won't be any of the colors you see):


The painters come this weekend to paint over the orange and brown. I hope it looks good when finished!

Touches

Furniture is in place, so now comes the fun part. I love adding the little touches that make a house a home. I found this sign at an antique store and it looks just like Andrew:


Ellen and I were garage sale-ing and saw this playhouse on the sidewalk with a "free" sign on it. I couldn't pass it up. There was the best, basic playhouse here when I first viewed the property. It broke my heart when it left with the previous tenants. This will have to do for now:


Blake is in a stage where he plays super hard and crashes super hard. We just can't keep him awake between the hours of 4-6pm. There is going to have to be a no-car-ride rule after 4pm just so he will go to bed before 10pm:

Meet Our Trees

Have I mentioned how much I love our new home? I never knew you could have this kind of relationship with a house. This is California living. This is making me okay with being smack dab in the middle of suburbia. We have five fruit trees around the house and it looks like I will need to take a trip to the library to learn how to properly care for them.

Our peach tree:


In need of some TLC:


One of the two apple trees:


Our pear tree:


Pears galore:


Our lemon tree:


The gardeners have pruned the life out of this tree. We are going to ask them to let it grow out a bit:


This house reminds me of one of my favorite children's books: