Showing posts with label Fresno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fresno. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2008

On the road again...

As usual, I'm playing a little bit of catch-up with the ol' blog, but we've done some fun stuff in the past few days, so I'm not likely to let it fall by the wayside.

I spent most of last week madly planning and shopping for our first solo family camping trip. We'd decided to take it slow and spend the night in Fresno. So, as soon as we'd spent a little time meeting Sophie, we set off. It was a particularly yucky day in Fresno. At a balmy 116 degrees and air quality made disgusting by the many fires burning around California, we didn't spent a whole lot of time outside. Well, Daddy and I didn't, but the kids were bored, they were outside almost the whole time, but it gave me reason to be out there to photograph the hazy, but interestingly pretty sunset and the kids out playing in it.The next day, we drove through Oakhurst, collecting several letterbox stamps on our way, including a few near this pretty little historic church.One of these boxes had a curious little addendum to the clue. "Watch for tiny frogs living in the tree and rock." And what do you know? Here's one of those little guys now...Stay tuned for our camping destination...

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Tidbits

It's been a little while since I managed to log anything, so I'll be doing this while trying not to sprint to the back of the house and find out just what all the gleeful screaming is about. I don't want to know. I know I don't.

I've learned a few things in the past week or so that you just might find handy, so I thought I'd share.

  1. If you ask nicely and the guy has hope of making a sale, yes, a BMW dealer will let you borrow a car for the weekend...even if you tell him you're taking it to Fresno.

  2. When planning a birthday celebration, do not invite all your high-faluting rich, conservative friends AND your down-to-earth brother who had to fly in from uber-liberal nowhere, Illinois. It wasn't ugly, but it sure was weird.

  3. Claiming an urgent need to go letterboxing with your 3-year-old is an acceptable way to exit a weird party quickly.

  4. One night on a bad, lumpy mattress can make you miserable for days...long past when you've recovered from your daughter getting up and jumping on her inflatable bed (in the same room) at 3a.m.

  5. Nothing is quite as priceless as departing for a road trip at bedtime, kids clad in pajamas, and having them sleep almost the entire way home.