A Perfect Day

Our 2nd day of Staycation began with a picnic to the L.A. Arboretum.

When we arrived it was nearly lunchtime, and Jeff had packed one of his amazing picnics for us, and we sat on a picnic table overlooking a beautiful, pristine, hedge-trimmed expanse of lawn. The perfect location for a picnic.



We had planned on spending the entire day touring the grounds, but it was spitting rain and there weren't enough people visiting the place to warrant the guided tram tour around the 127 acres.

Instead, we shopped the Arboretum's awesome garden store and spent our entrance fees on some hard to find heirloom seeds and also some organic heirloom tomato starts which already had flowers on them ready to bloom. Score!

My lovelies...



Here's hoping I manage to keep them all alive, because we've got several interesting varieties in there which I hope to see to fruition...including striped, ruffled and a creamy white colored tomato!

There was also a small portion of the arboretum around the garden shop which we were free to explore. My boys had never seen how bananas were grown before



And then these beautiful plants



They were a deep indigo blue color (the photo does not do the color justice) and smelled wonderful. Anyone know what they are?

Then, there were some of my favorites



There were several gorgeous rhododendron and azalea specimens around, but this was the only photo I got because Judah was making the peacocks really nervous Kodak moments where happening nearby







He was a beautiful fowl, as was his much plainer though still lovely counterpart, the peahen.



I had to laugh, because Jericho was narrating this peacock behavior



with such comments as, "Heeeeey, ladies...check. me. out!"



Alas, in spite of the peacocks best efforts, the nearby peahens seemed largely unimpressed







The males of the species come by their name rightly with their cockiness and strutting their stuff, but one had to admit...he was a beaut.



I love the blue glitter on his head. And that color of blue...fabulous!

We plan to return on a gorgeous, warm day and explore the entire place.

There is a Queen Anne cottage on the property that I would love to see, as well as a lake and large separate garden areas that include native Australian plants, as well as species native to Asia and Africa.

My kind of fun.

Though perhaps I'll be nice and ask for that for Mother's Day so my kids won't whine about 'having' to get dragged around the place on a regular family outing, haha.

After taking our purchases to the truck, our boys again spied that gorgeous expanse of lawn and, starved for green desert-dwellers that they are, couldn't resist taking a run on it.



Run, Forrest, Run!

Daddy even obliged by giving Judah 'rides' on the lawn.



Which...didn't work quite so well for Jericho.



Though his dad is a strong man, this feat is much harder to accomplish now that Jericho is officially taller than his mother.

There were numerous Birds of Paradise flowerbeds about the property.



Which begs the question...which type of birds are we talking?



or



??

After the Arboretum, we stopped off in Pasadena for some antiquing and thrift store browsing. They had a gorgeous selection of art and antiques in the mall we went to, but the prices were astronomical, being a high-dollar city area and all.

We instead went to the city of Citrus, and we actually came within a block of IKEA, but wonder of wonders, I declined Jeff's offer to stop. I know that place is as boring as the fabric store to my guys.

Instead, I poked around in some antique stores in the old town area while the boys went to a soda fountain and played in a park in the rain.

Later, we stopped off at a huge Salvation Army thrift store there, and Jeff and the boys went in there with me to look for snow gloves for our trip to the mountains later this week.

No luck on finding gloves, but as Jeff walked down an aisle in the dishware section of the store, he saw something white that looked a lot like the milk glass I have on my hutch, picked it up and asked, "Is this that stuff you like?"

It was exactly like the milk glass platter I got a while back...except for only $6.99! What a steal!

You da man, Jeff!

Having scored the best deal of the day, I also think he might finally understand the thrill of the hunt, as well.

Hopefully this means more stops at thrift stores in other communities. **big Cheshire grin**

We're On Staycation!!

Rarely does everything align as it has this week: plenty of time off, no other commitments to have to stick around for, vacation money set aside...we were soooo excited to get away for a week of camping and hiking just the four of us.

Then our lovely springy weather from last week disappeared as winter made a comeback.

Gale force winds and lots of driving rain (almost snow) and bone-chilling cold.

There went the camping plans.

And our back-up plans up plans to the beach and the mountains.

We decided instead to take a series of day trips instead.

So, after a restful day of making plans on Monday, we went out that evening to see an impromptu movie. All of us.

It was awesome.



We saw Tangled in 3D. Even our teenage son enjoyed it.

Then Tuesday, we rose early and headed for Universal Studios, Hollywood.

Poor Judah couldn't ride on half of the rides there being such a short stuff, so he got his face painted instead.







Most memorable throughout the day was the House of Horrors...where characters from various Universal Studios horror flicks jump out at you while you're wending your way through the exhibit.

Jericho reported that the lady behind him grabbed him a couple of times so great was her fear.

Jeff said I was hanging onto his backpack and shrieking the entire time, and that the workers probably got the signal over their earphones, "Screamer in the white shirt!"

Believe it or not, poor little Judah was terrified. We didn't see the sign until afterward that it could be too scary for kids under 12. Bad parents!

It amazes me that in spite of the fact that the scary scenes from movies of 50 years ago don't affect today's children in light of all the high-tech, much more realistic special effects that they have in the movies nowdays...yet it is still so freaky to walk through a low-tech haunted house and have scary characters jump out at you...or to have an actor dressed like Norman Bates run towards your tram with a knife.



Judah did lean back a bit when Jaws rushed up out of the water towards our tour tram



but had no problem whatsoever with climbing inside the sharks mouth afterward.



It almost looks as though he's being spit back out, haha.



I never can get a serious photo of big brother, however.



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Day 2 of our Staycation is wide-open. We'd planned on the Arboretum near Pasadena, but the weather in that area is supposed to be rainy today.

Guess we'll be spontaneous and go anyway, and if we find it too miserable, we'll find something else to do in that area. There is always IKEA...

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On Monday, while driving around town, we saw a coyote on the loose. In our city. 5 minutes from the nearest WallyWorld.

We speculated that with all the recent rains, perhaps it's home got washed out or something. It looked kind of desperate and hungry.

Judah pipes up from the back seat, "Would a coyote bite a little boy?"

"They've been known to attack and even kill little kids."

"It wouldn't get me! I would do push-ups and sit-ups and then knock down a tree and use it to hit the coyote and kill it!"

What an elaborate and time consuming scenario, my son. Hahahaha!

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Jeff recently shaved off his goatee to begin fresh and new.

Judah saw him in the hallway and came to a screeching halt and stared.

Later that afternoon, when Jeff picked him up as usual, Judah grabbed both his cheeks with his hands and asked in an earnest voice, "Are you sure you're the same dad I always had?"

To which Jeff responded, "What? Why would you even ask that?"

"Because you're not the dad with the goatee that I remembered."

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We've been letting our outdoor dog in on cold nights as she's getting old and starting to show signs of arthritis when the temperatures dip. Now she gets to sleep on a thick comfy pillow on the boys bathroom floor.

I swear, sometimes I see her shivering outside on mild days, totally faking it while trying to look as pitiful as possible hoping for an invitation indoors. I'm thinking she might have a little Chihuahua in her somewhere.

So anyway, the other night, Judah had to go in there to brush his teeth after our dog was settled in for the night.

Not long afterwards, big brother went in to brush his teeth as well. From our bedroom, we hear him yell, "Judah?! Did you put toothpaste on Raisin's back??" And worse, "Did you squeeze it straight out of the tube?"

Sometimes, Jeff and I just look at each other and shake our heads. What possesses that kid to do such things?

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We have a rule that if anyone in the family is sharing a bottle of water, you have to 'waterfall it' so that nobody's mouth touches the bottle.

I become a real stickler about this during cold and flu season, especially, but have found that it works quite well to prevent 'floaties' in the water after a certain small member of our household has eaten and decided he needs a drink. Aaaack.

So for some reason, Judah was mulling this over the other day and says, "Why do we call pouring the water 'waterfalling it'? Why?" (He has been adding this very persistent WHY? on the end of every question he's posed to us lately...and the questions are legion these days.)

So I explained to him how if the water falls into our mouths, it helps to prevent the sharing of germs.

"I want to go down a waterfall someday."

**curling up in fetal position** Lord, have mercy.

The Worst Cookbook Title EVER!

How in the world did the folks at Scholastic and Disney let this title slip past their editors?

Recipe For A Nightmare

Tonight, Judah was demonstrating with his toy suction-cup bow and arrow what knights (I'm assuming Medieval) used to do when they would "shoot em into the castle".

A little later, I heard him saying, "I need to get some fire on my arrows..."

Why do I suddenly feel like I should a.) destroy all household matches and b.) sleep with one eye open all night long?

Family Funnies

Daddy has had Jury duty all week.

Of course Jeff can't talk about the trial, but that hasn't stopped little Judah from peppering me with tons of questions about where daddy's been all week.

His 5 year old understanding about our legal system was a bit sketchy, and all he knew was that police arrest the bad guys (and gals), and that somehow they go to this place called a court where somehow a judge is involved and that people can end up going to jail.

After fielding an unusual number of questions about trials and courts and judges and jails, I finally said to him, "If the jury determines that the person on trial did break the law, then the Judge will eventually say, "Guilty" and the person who broke the law will go to jail."

"How long do they have to be in jail?"

"Well, that depends on what the person did. For a speeding tickets, you usually just have to pay a fine at the courthouse and attend defensive driving school. But if you get caught drunk driving, you can go to jail for a long time and get your license taken away. If you do something really bad like kill another person, you can go to prison for years. Sometimes people even have to go to prison for the rest of their lives for what they've done. That's why it's so important to obey the law."

I looked in the rear-view mirror and Judah looked crestfallen. "But I don't want daddy to go to jail!"

"Daddy's not going to go to jail...he's a juror."

Poor kid...no wonder he had so many questions!

I suppose now would be a good time to dig out a movie with a legal trial in it to show him exactly what being a juror is all about, to allay his fears as to why his daddy was at that big place called the courthouse.

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You know your child was born in the 21st Century when they are snuggled beside you on the sofa while listening to their favorite storybook being read then suddenly jump up to go to the restroom and say, "Can you please pause the book until I get back?"

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Judah has begun a new phase of life...learning his letters and numbers.

He's also a budding artist.

If I do say so myself, he's getting quite good at both writing and drawing.

Unfortunately, I've been finding evidence of it all over the house.

And I do mean all over the house.





And occasionally, when he sneaks into mom's scrapbooking supplies, on himself.



Because that wasn't enough of a canvas for his work, he also opted to spread out onto one of daddy's Bible commentaries. He's very proud of his penmanship, even if his J's tend to end up upside down most of the time.



**note to self: hide all spray paint and sharpie markers, stat!**

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Last Sunday morning, on the way out to the car for church, I overheard Jeff commending Judah for being fully prepared for the service, having remembered his Bible and everything.

Not seeing a Bible in Judah's hands, I wondered what Jeff meant, until I heard Judah mention, "It fits in my pocket."

Judah long ago lost his little orange Gideon's Bible.

Upon further investigation, I discovered a darling little black pocket-sized Bible with shiny gold edges on the pages...which I recognized from the Youth Group room at church.

Yes. The church Youth Leader's son stole a Bible!

Aghast, I mentioned this to him, and he quickly replied (albeit a bit shamefacedly), "No...I borrowed it."

**shakes head in shame**

Perhaps a little refresher course on the 10 Commandments is in order?

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Judah has had a playmate over this week.

They have gotten along famously this boy's boy and a girly girl.

Instead of playing house, they play "Campeen". Using Judah's very own little shovel and rake, they take along a couple of stuffed animal dogs and their coats, and they set up various camps around the back yard.

It's kept them happy for hours out in the fresh air and sunshine.

It wasn't until they cracked open Judah's costume tub that we ran into a little snafu.

Having dual sets of both cowboy and knight costume sets left over from the days when big brother was a little guy and we watched Cousin K on a regular basis, the kids were happy to pretend for at least an hour.

But our darling little guest drew the line when they switched from "Cowboy" to "Knights", and in her charming little girly girl voice said, "Dis knight helmet messes up my haiow!"



This morning, they've been playing with bathtub toys in the bathroom sink and it's gotten awfully quiet all of a sudden.

I'd better go check on them as I don't need any repeats of the toilet water incident.