The University of Kentucky’s arboretum has a pretty great children’s garden where Nora and Colin had a fabulous time on Saturday.
Today is Nora’s first day of second grade. If possible we were even more nervous and excited than we were on the first day of school last year!
Nora is currently away for 4 days and 3 nights of sleep-away camp at an undisclosed location in the American West. We went over and toured the place on Saturday and she was very, very excited to go back. There will be camp fires, songs, an art barn, glitter, hiking, and ridiculously late bedtimes. (We can’t wait until she comes home)
Nora’s father’s day gift to me this year was one last ride on Cañada Road. It’s kind of amazing how much she has grown and how much stronger she has gotten in the two years we’ve lived here. On our first ride, all of the other cyclists commented on how adorable she was and called out shouts of encouragement as they passed us. It was pretty amazing, I think, to see someone that small powering up the hills on her little, pink bike. This last time, though, there was only one shout of encouragement and this was from an older couple we were passing as Nora powered up the hill in her somewhat larger blue bike.
Nora played her first piano recital on Friday, and it went really well!
We’ve lived here for nearly two years now and, unless you count going to the zoo (which I really don’t), we haven’t really done any touristy stuff in this preeminent tourist city we live so near. This past Sunday we began to correct this error. We did not quite do “it all”, but we definitely did “it much” (or maybe “it many”?). We drove to the City (because that’s what we call it now, just “the city”) and parked our car at Grace Cathedral. We visited the cable car museum and permanently lost some hearing ability. We rode a cable car and watched the filming of some car commercial. We rode a historic trolley along the Embarcadero (isn’t it neat how the the embarcadero is always near the pier??). Our trolley car even happened to be the one dedicated as a tribute to Detroit’s former (and long gone) glorious trolley system. We visited Ghiradelli Square (because chocolate and ice cream). Finally, like a bunch of clever tourists, we chose to walk up Hyde Street from Ghiradelli to Grace Cathedral (and I do mean “up”). Along the way we stopped by the top end of Lombard Street and joined the throng of tourists just standing and gaping at (and taking photos of) … a street.
Colin had an exciting afternoon last Friday playing with Nora and her friend Bella. Here he recounts this adventure over Saturday morning breakfast cereal.