Wish me luck

In an effort to reduce my negative impact on this world, save some money on gas and parking, and to whip my lazy butt into shape, I've started riding my bike to work. Moses and Garion are also riding via a contraption called a trail-a-bike. It's sort of a third wheel with a seat that Moses attaches to the back of his bike on which Garion "rides." Moses is out of town and so far this weak I've been too chicken to try the trail-a-bike on my own. However, I'm summoning my courage, and tomorrow we're going to try it. The first obstacle is hooking it up and I'm a little skeptical about my abilities, but I'm willing to try my hand bicycle mechanic to save the earth or at least some gas. Then tomorrow, we'll sloowwwwly ride to daycare/work. Apparently the adult bike is fairly wobbly with the trail-a-bike and kid attached, so I'm really hoping that I don't kill both of us because Moses would be a lost soul without us. Wish us luck, think happy thoughts, wiggle your nose, we're probably going to need all the help we can get.
On another note, we picked the second and third cherry tomatoes tonight--delicious! Maybe some day we'll have enough for a whole salad.
On a third note, the link in my previous post is fixed and you should now be able to seeks some pics of Jerome.

Lasagna in the Highest

This weekend, Moses and I went to Jerome for the weekend to celebrate our seventh anniversary while my parents watched Garion. Garion had such a great time that he actually started crying when we pulled up into the driveway of my parents' house. Which I guess is good because Garion clearly loves his grandparents and feels secure with them. However, it is very bad for my motherly self-esteem--am I expendable? Garion assured me later it wasn't personal, he just didn't want to go home. It was fine if Moses and I were around, as long as we were around at my parents' house, and not going home. Not going home was the key part.
Garion also really impressed my parents by demonstrating to them what a great job I'm doing teaching him about issues of faith. On the way home from church, Garion informed my Mom that he knew some church songs.
"You do?" she asked, "which ones?"
Garion: "I know the lasagna one." Pause on my parents' part.
My mom: "sing it for me so I know how it goes."
Garion: "lasagna in the highest and peace to his people on earth."
Oh my. I guess my step-dad, Larry, nearly choked trying not to laugh too hard. I can see now that I'm going to be standing before the pearly gates on judgement day and this is what it's going to come down to: "Kerry you were charged with raising a decent human being and educating that human being about the ways of God. Yet, it appears that instead of singing the praises of God, you allowed your son to sing the praises of Italian pasta dishes--what say you?" Me: "ummm--does God like lasagna?"
Regardless, Moses and I had a lovely weekend. Jerome is a great town for walking around and generally doing nothing in. You can see some photos from the trip here. We also played multiple rounds of "Lost City" a two-player game given to us by some friends nearly a year ago. I ashamed to say that we haven't played before this weekend--turns out we have to go away for a weekend to carve out enough time to focus on each another long enough to play a card game. Moses, Mr. Math, kicked my butt in the game on Saturday night, but I, wonder-brain woman that I am, returned the favor Sunday night. Hah! I think it might be the first time I've beaten Moses at a game and it will probably never happen again, so I'm just going to take this opportunity to gloat. I WON! Me, Kerry, beat Moses AT A GAME! MOSES LOST!! (love you, honey--happy anniversary).

Catus Wren

Last night while discussing the fate of our front yard, we discovered we have a nest of catus wrens. The babies make a noise somewhere between a screech and squawk (a scrauwk?). The mama wren appeared to be feeding them olives from the tree in front yard. Which leads me to wonder, are olives really the best food for growing wrens? Does the mama wren not know about the dangers of olive pits? Has she never read "What to Expect" for the nest set? Anyway, here's a picture of the mama wren and the saguaro hole. Later I'm going to see if I can stand on a stool or ladder, far away from the nest of course, and zoom in to get a shot of the babies.
I am so looking forward to this weekend. My parents are watching Garion and Moses and I get a whole weekend to ourselves in Jerome. It is our 7th anniversary, already! We are going to be so grumpy and crotchety by the time we get our 50th--I'm sure we'll be one of those couples who turn their hearing aids off when they get annoyed by the other one. Garion will proably have to move to another country. Unless we go senile--and then it'll be like the first date everyday--and Garion will probably still have to move to another country.
Before I go (off to play a little WoW, still can't believe that's something I do on a regular basis), thanks to my friend Anali over at Grumpator for the shout out today and for all the bloggery advice. Soon, this site should be looking ship shape.

Mold

Just to make sure my blog description is accurate...

First Tomato

Last Thursday, our first cherry tomato was red, ripe, and ready for consumption. Garion, as the cutest, most manipulative person in our house got the honors of the first taste. Notice the look of ecstasy. Last night we harvested baby swiss chard for our salad. Growing some of our own food makes me feel so goody two-shoes eco-conscious. Very fun.