Goodbye Fondue Pot, Hello Blender

With this phenomenal weather, I am getting to switch out the wools and fleeces for the cotton and the linen. We brought the thermoses to the basement, they had done hot-chocolate and vanilla milk duty all winter. The fondue pot from IKEA, which Geoff used for my 30th bday party also is going into hibernation. I am looking forward to all manner of kiddie tipples, fun freezy smoothies, and milkshakes that give purpose to my summers as an ice cream scooper at Mollie's.

We spent the afternoon at Olly Shoes getting amphibious shoes for the boys--shoes that do double duty for scooter-riding as well as prolonged hose-play. I have to make a little pile of extra frocks for Clara as she is quite taken with mud and other messy delights that our backyard offers. I am in love with her little red wellies.

One triumph of the weekend was getting the piano sound-board down from the deck. I think we are offending the sensibilites of our piano-playing friends but we had this idea to use the sound board as sort of a found-art sculpture that happens to be musical. Taking the harp out of a piano and having it in the backyard sounded redemptive to me. It turns out that its kind of rusty and perhaps we may be taking chances with tetanus.

We brought out the summer bedding, Woody Woodpecker pillowcases from my childhood and the softest flannel rose sheets from Geoff's grandmom. The kids have come into the house with bubble-solution stained shirts and their sweaty heads that smell somewhere between puppy and baking bread.