Showing posts with label Madelyn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madelyn. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Madelyn's Camera

While doing the "Dad" thing this week and fixing Madelyn's playskool camera, I started going through her photos and discovered some great ones. I thought they'd be fun to share here. I'm not 100% certain Madelyn took every one of these photos (we have quite the shutterbugs in our house - imagine that!), but it is her camera, so we'll put them under her flag.

Next week I'll be sharing some of Victoria's photos from her camera. She's also very excited to get the public gallery treatment.


All Madelyn - from here on out...

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Playdate!

Jill's Journal: Any day we get a playdate at the home of friends is a good day – no, a great day – in our girls’ book. While in the Visalia/Hanford area of Central California, we spent a lovely afternoon at the home of Kevin and Teresa. Our girls remembered playing with their girls nearly 18 months ago and it didn’t take three seconds for everyone to dive right back in again. It’s so fun for me to see our girls interact with other little kids. This group was clearly fast friends…

…with Madelyn right in the thick of things, as always. I never have to worry about her making friends; every new person, whether Elaine (above) or Rachel (below), is always her best friend. It warms a mama’s heart. :)

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Logan Admiration Society

Jill's Journal: While I promise this little spot in cyberspace won’t be solely spent in basking in the Logan glow forever, that little sweetie is the focus of our days right now. Here’s the two grandmothers meeting their new granddaughter for the very first time, about three hours or so after she was born. What a special moment.

And the next day, our girls finally got to meet their one and only cousin.

Madelyn, who has always had a soft spot for babies, is head over heels in love.

It’s safe to say they’re all pretty smitten.

Even Erika, with all her talk about wanting to be an only child, would very much like her little cousin to just move right in with us.

Beppy, Kristi, and Logan…three generations of special ladies.

Grandpa has had so much fun with his older three granddaughters that he was kind of hoping for another one. He got his wish! Four granddaughters for Grandpa and Beppy…that always makes me think of my Grandma (the girls’ Great Grandma June and my Dad’s mother), who had four sons and would have been over the moon at the prospect of her son having four granddaughters. I can just see the smile on her face if she were still with us today.

What a cutie! Yeah, we’re definitely all smitten. And Rob and I are so proud to finally be an uncle and an aunt! :)

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Walk on the Beach

Jill's Journal: Kristi and I took the kids and Cobin the Dog to Cayucos for a nice walk on the beach and quickly found, to our utter amazement, that it’s easier to take a dog to the beach than it is kids. Who knew? One by one, the girls face-planted into the water (or the sand) until they were all caked with sand and salt water. They quickly became, as Madelyn put it, “Cold and miserable.” The dog, on the other hand, was merely a little damp but happy to the end (and I guarantee Kristi was finished cleaning him up in a fraction of the time it took me to clean up the girls). Hmmm.





Tuesday, May 8, 2012

It’s a Party!

Jill's Journal: One of our first orders of business up on the Central Coast was to attend my sister’s flip-flop/beach-themed baby shower, thrown by some sweet friends of hers. It was the girls’ first “grown-up” party and they were so incredibly excited to attend, especially since parties are few and far between on this RV trip. The women were all very gracious to the little girls and we ended the day with them feeling like little ladies indeed.

Aunt Kristi certainly had her share of helpers during present time.

Here are the two proud Grandmas-to-be, Beverly and Beppy. We’re not the only ones eagerly awaiting this baby of Kristi and Adam’s!

This photo of a spinning Erika was taken by Madelyn…

…but Erika wasn’t the only one dancing. The mama-to-be at nine months along can still shake it!

Monday, April 30, 2012

Oasis in the Desert

Jill's Journal: Doesn’t the thought of an oasis in the desert conjure up images of some exotic foreign spot, perhaps in Arabia or the Sahara? And, of course, the additional image of a weary, parched traveler desperately crawling toward it in a last-ditch effort for a drink of life-sustaining water?

Much to our surprise, we found there’s a place near Thousand Palms, right here in California, which boasts not one, but two oases (and although it was hotter than Hades, we didn’t even have to crawl, completely parched, to get there).

A visit to the Coachella Valley Preserve starts seemingly in the middle of nowhere, with a dusty parking lot and a tiny visitor’s center. And then, a few steps beyond the visitor’s center, one is thrust into the Thousand Palms Oasis. The native fan palm trees are amazing and absolutely huge – can you spot the girls in the photo above for a comparison of their size?

It almost feels like a jungle, especially with the vast community of birds calling it home and constantly “talking” and flying about. But wait. One doesn’t have the full effect of an oasis yet.

To truly appreciate an oasis, one must first hike through desert that looks like this (in blazing heat, of course).

And this. Can you see the next oasis in the distance, that group of trees?

Dripping with sweat, we annihilated several bottles of water on the way. There were plenty of lizards to spot too, by far the girls’ favorite part of the hike.

Almost there! Madelyn triumphantly rested in the shade for a few moments while waiting for her sisters to catch up. She’s our champion hiker.

And then we were rewarded with this: McCallum Oasis. It’s smaller than the first one, but absolutely gorgeous with a stunning natural pond. The clear, strikingly green water is an astounding feast for the eyes given the desert surroundings. An oasis has an almost otherworldly feel in a hot desert. They’re 20 to 30 degrees cooler than open desert, have a cool breeze, and are so lush. What an amazing respite and contrast to the desert all around.

What is the cause of these oases in the desert? The answer is simple but perhaps unsettling. In this case, the oases are clustered on a branch of the massive San Andreas Fault, cause of so many earthquakes. The fault creates an underground dam; the water surfaces where gaps in the earth’s plates force the water up in the form of springs. Voila! An oasis. The fan palms need wet soil to survive.

Although it was only two or 2 1/2 miles long and hotter than blazes, this was seriously one of my favorite hikes we’ve ever done because it was so unique and the reward so beautiful.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

San Diego Smorgasbord

Jill's Journal: Our girls – especially Madelyn – love mariachis and Mexican folk bands. The catchy tunes the musicians play never fail to get their hands clapping, their feet moving, and their faces smiling.

San Diego is chock full of attractions and interesting areas to wander about while taking in the sights. Over the last few days, we’ve enjoyed Old Town, the Gaslamp Quarter, and Seaport Village. All are distinctly different.

First, Old Town. Although San Diego is now the second-largest city in California and the eight-largest city in the U.S. with more than 1.3 million people, its beginnings were a bit more humble. The original San Diego (or at least the Presidio, a Spanish military outpost) was founded in 1769 and was the first European settlement on the West Coast. It was built on an inland bluff, several miles away from navigable water which really inhibited both imports and exports. When the town began growing outside the Presidio’s walls around 1821, the inland location kept the town’s population at just a few hundred, but also kept it defended against hostile Indians and European enemies.

In 1850, when California was admitted to the Union, San Diego’s population was only 650. The area encompassing this original San Diego is today known as Old Town and is a state historic park. It recreates the early American/Mexican period from settlement in 1821 to the time about 50 years later when Old Town was no longer the heart of San Diego.

There’s all sorts of nooks and crannies to discover as one strolls through Old Town.

Our girls absolutely love the bright colors of traditional Mexican dress. They thought this girl was just beautiful.

El Campo Santa (The Holy Field), an early San Diego cemetery. Nearly 500 people were buried here in the 1800s.

Of course, one of the best things about Old Town (and all of San Diego!) is the food. We have loved grabbing street tacos on the go or patronizing taco trucks or taquerias. When we leave California, how we are going to hate leaving behind the authentic Mexican food. We are hooked, big time. Californians (and I’m sure Texans and those from a few other Southwest states) know that the rest of the country generally misses the mark in their attempts at authentic Mexican cuisine (just as New England clam chowder just can’t be properly replicated outside of New England!). Happily, I suppose, just about every region of the country has their specialty that only they do best.

“Dessert” tortillas, which are flavored strawberry, chocolate, and cinnamon, are one of the few San Diego specialties that can stay right here; no need to worry about what the rest of the country is missing where these are concerned. :)

When and why did Old Town lose its ranking as San Diego proper? In the late 1860s, a gentleman named Alonzo Horton got the bright idea of purchasing 960 acres at the waterfront with the idea of developing it. He quickly fueled a real estate speculation boom. With the easy access to shipping at the bay, merchants were happy to follow Horton to “New Town.” The heart of New Town at its inception was an area known today as the Gaslamp Quarter.

Horton was so successful in “moving” San Diego that by 1871, even the government records were moved to a new county courthouse in New Town. Old Town would forever lose its place as the true San Diego. Today, New Town is still San Diego’s official downtown. Shown in the picture is the Horton Grand Hotel, where the famous/infamous Wyatt Earp lived for at least four years as he invested in real estate (and opened saloons and gambling halls).

Over time, as San Diego grew (and grew), the Gaslamp Quarter became San Diego’s red light district. It was particularly noted as an area of ill repute for the thousands of sailors which were both based here and constantly passed through. The area underwent a renewal several decades ago and today the Gaslamp is 16 1/2 blocks of restored Victorian-era buildings filled with bustling restaurants, nightclubs, and shops.

We visited the Gaslamp Quarter’s William Heath Davis House, the oldest surviving structure in New Town. The first gentleman to attempt to “move” San Diego was Davis, who in 1850 bought this pre-fabricated house from Portland, Maine. He had it shipped around Cape Horn and reassembled in San Diego. However, shortly after, he lost most of his wealth and abandoned San Diego. It would be more than 15 years later that Horton would find success in establishing the new San Diego. Horton would actually live in this house while establishing New Town.

People must have been shorter in the 1800s…

In the 1970s, when a subsequent owner of the home passed away and a room he kept sealed was opened, this working whiskey still was found, as was $5,000 in gold.

This 1921 letter, dated during prohibition, was a “promise” not to transport liquor purchased in nearby Mexico into the U.S. I wonder if that promise was kept? :)

Finally, we also spent some time at Seaport Village, which has no historical significance with the exception of being built on top of landfill over the Punta de los Muertos (Point of the Dead), where a 1782 Spanish expedition buried people who died of scurvy. Now it’s a charming pedestrian mall on the waterfront, with a ton of little shops and restaurants and plenty of street entertainers thrown in for good measure.

The girls found it the perfect place to "people watch" with an ice cream in hand.