Nora, Colin and I rode CalTrain down to San Carlos recently to visit an absolutely wonderful little bookstore there called “The Reading Bug”. And while, indeed, there was plenty of reading to be had there (and a thomas train playset that one particular member of our party tremendously enjoyed) there was absolutely no bugging. We were not bugged. Also, it turns out that the little brother might be part pointer, which is weird because pointers are, as I understand it, typically sisters.
On Presidents’ Day I tried to take Nora to work with me because, at the slightest hint of a holiday (or even holiday-adjacent day such as the Tuesday after Presidents’ Day) Nora’s school finds itself sprawled demurely on the fainting couch complaining of the vapors. “Oh fiddle dee dee,” it moans, “I can not POSSIBLY be a school today, what with all of these two people who were once presidents having had their birthday observed just yesterday!”
Well, in her school’s defense, Stanford turns out to take Presidents’ Day very seriously. No one was there. Campus was closed. I couldn’t even get into my building with my magic swipey card thing. The shuttle wasn’t running. Food was scarce.
Nora and I walked the mile from the Caltrain station (uphill) only to find we could not, in fact, both go to my office. So we walked the mile back to the train (also uphill) where we decided we’d have a little adventure. Instead of getting on the next northbound train home, we got on the next southbound train and rode it all the way to San Jose. I do apologize for the song that is now in your head.
And we had a blast! The train ride was great fun (how could it not be with such company) and then we walked to a nice little café and ate the lunches we’d been lugging along with us. We may or may not also have enjoyed some tea, hot chocolate, and cookies. The hot chocolate may or may not ever wash out of Nora’s shirt. We also took selfies.
It’s never difficult to find Colin when we play hide and seek. He always hides in the same place and, if you take too long to ‘find’ him, begins cheerily calling out, “here I am! here I am!” from beneath his chair. I’m not sure that providing an adorable, if somewhat useless, hiding spot for a toddler was what my mom had in mind when she taught herself to reupholster furniture and nagged her friend Arthur to loan her the industrial stapler he used at work. But he’s certainly appreciative.
While Nora practices the backstroke, the breaststroke, and freestyle down in the deep end, Colin is busily learning how to not cry in the pool. And he’s doing a wonderful job of it! Here we see him not crying with teacher Rachel, not crying during a close-up, and not crying while kicking with his feet!
I’ve been enjoying Dan Jurafsky‘s new book “The Language of Food”, a gift from Grandma and Grandpa this Christmas. But around our house it’s officially known as “the Cracker Book” because the cover is perfectly designed to appeal to the toddler set. Colin finds himself very attracted to it, but seems a little disappointed by the relative lack of cracker-themed entertainment (or, better, actual crackers) within.
Here is a photo of Colin reading: