Bedtime 

Lake has started putting himself to sleep. Around 8 o’clock he gets tired, he might even rub his eyes. He’s happy to get into bed and fall asleep soon after. This is new and pretty fun!

Since we drove across the state today from Seattle to Newman Lake on the border of Idaho, Mummy is quite ready for bed too! The rain is falling on the roof of the cabin outside in a very welcoming and soothing manner: beckoning for bedtime. We all heed the call! But not before gazing adoringly at Lake… So cute sleeping in his new box bed! 

Nana built him a temporary Lake bed for our fall stay at Point Petite.

He might be grown out of it by the time we leave!

We are so happy to be back here at the Point Petite cabin for a few weeks with Nana and Grandpa! Hello, Newman Lake! Goodnight Lake!

Doubling Time

Lake and I had a great urban wander today. Beautiful day! Apple pie. Ten plus miles. We were celebrating his fourth month complete. He’s officially doubled his birth weight. Living well by all accounts.

And 26″ long, and such a happy fellow!
This calls for pie! Wayward Cafe gluten free vegan deep dish apple pie
Beautiful Greenlake
MMU still going strong!
Just for the record, my little big fish is four months old today.
A perfect day… I’m glad I spent it with you. 

Mt. Rainier Part IV

We packed up efficiently and set out for another day hike. After one last loll in front of the grand fireplace which provided Lake the opportunity to make friends with Leila from Beijing, we headed out to the Longmire area trails. Michael chose a 4.6 mile loop along Rampart Ridge which included a section of the Wonderland Trail. It really is a wonderland, with mosses thickly carpeting the forest floor and lichens draped all through the trees. Lake was in contented awe interrupted with bouts of sheer glee! We are already looking forward to coming back again next year. 

Happy First Anniversary, us! We love our life together. So happy to be three! We feel truly blessed. 

Mt. Rainier Part III 


I just can’t get enough of this! The mountain was shrouded in mist this morning creating a different kind of enchantment. Lake and I went back up to the Skyline Trail via the Golden Gate Trail this time. We were just going to head up to Myrtle Falls after breakfast, 


but the mountains beckoned and we just kept going. The vaccinium huckleberry leaves painting a brilliant red mountainside. 


We saw two black bears! A mama and her cub. My favorite! They entirely made my day. And waterfall after waterfall after waterfall!


For this jaunty excursion I had my running shoes on and no backpack or water. Shhh… but like I said, we were just going up to the falls that are a third of a mile away. To get a breath of fresh air. We went quick and light, stopping often for photograph opportunities, and to take in full enjoyment with all of our senses. The feeling of the Freedom of the Hills was with me strongly. Lake loved it too!

Happy Hiker!

Mt. Rainier Part II

Our first full day up in Paradise we hiked the entire High Skyline Trail… up to the snow! It’s an ambitious five and a half mile loop with an impressive 1700′ elevation gain. The panoramic views! So much mountain today! And such blue sky… to compliment an intensely bright sun! We really gave ourselves over to it and went all in.  

Ach! I’m melting!
Snow!
Panorama Point: Southbound views for miles!

Mt. Rainier, classic and iconic: our high point for this year!
Hiking back down
One final rest stop!

Mt. Rainier Part I

Arriving in Paradise, gateway to The Mountain

We just came back from our now annual trek to Mt. Rainier. We can confirm for you that it is beautiful and relaxing and completely out of all connectivity range. Pay phone only. It was nice to be unplugged for a bit. 

While National Park Service is celebrating its 100 year anniversary, we are celebrating our one year anniversary. Since you have to start somewhere, it’s just as well to start where you are! 


We had been to Paradise Inn around the tail end of September last year and the enthralling memories stayed with us vividly throughout the entire year. It’s magical because the Inn is preparing to close for the season, and many of the summertime visitors have returned home. It gets quiet. Meanwhile the mountain is fully engaged in this incredible show of autumnal magnificence. 

We decided to go back this autumn and continue the tradition. It’s actually a tradition started by the Ayres Grandparents; Michael has fond memories of staying in Cougar Rock Campground with his parents and sister and spending time reading and playing in the great room of Paradise Inn where their grandparents had taken their lodgings. 

We skipped the campground step and went straight for the charming rooms. Last year we had twin beds, with the shared bathroom down the hall. It’s something special! This year we stuck with the shared bathroom down the hall, (it gives it an authentic climbers’ bunkhouse feel) but we opted for a double bed. We also brought the Instant Pot for hot meals cooked in the room and eaten downstairs and Lake brought his own auxiliary sleeping unit. 

Check, Check, Check… Will he still fit for one final basket-based excursion?
 

We had a great time using the Inn as our base camp, with Lake along for the holiday!

The breathtakingly vaulted ceiling of the great room at Paradise Inn.

We ensured there was ample time to enjoy relaxing and reading by the fire.

Littlest SupperClubber

This evening marked our first SupperClub of the season. SupperClub was born out of some time in 2014 spent Lindsin around.  She expressed wanting to find an avenue for creating more community in our grown-up urban lives. I supported that and monthly SupperClub was “branded” and launched with rotating hosts and usually between six and twelve diners. We’ve shared many interesting meals, guests and discussions over the years. Always vegetarian and always a good time. 

Tonight Lindsay hosted and we gathered in Meridian Park for a brave end of “Summer” barbecue. We had our autumn layers on and stayed until after dark. It was a festive affair filled with gales of laughter and camaraderie. Thank you for hosting Lindsay! 

See you all again next month. We nominated Lake to host. He’s contemplating mac and cheese. 

Grill Master Lindsay creating her vegetarian masterpiece.
And for dessert… grilled pineapple. Yum!
Littlest SupperClubber cozy in his cashmere.

Slept Like a Baby

Getting pho with Daddy after work last night. Full-on Sickie Face.

And then… He slept like a baby! 

Lake slept nine hours straight through last night, from 10pm to 7am. I did ask Michael to check on him when he got up this morning for work, to make sure he was still alive. Michael didn’t seem to think that was an unreasonable request, and said he would and report back to me. 

He just sneezed! I heard him. 

Ok, perfect. 

It was such an about face from the night prior, where he was waking up crying every few hours, that we were full of relief and gratitude. And if anything he had been more congested yesterday evening than the day before. This morning I woke up, not to his crying, but to his cooing. My breasts were hugely engorged with milkies so I’m thinking: he’s got to be ready for breakfast. The little trooper!

We had pulled out all the stops. 

  1. Pharmax HLC Neonate probiotics (’cause why not?)
  2. Hyland’s Teething tablets (what the heck?)
  3. Nose Frida (we did it!)
  4. Wet sock treatment (see 8/30/16 post “Cold Wet Socks”)

The Nose Frida was clearly instrumental, as in it immediately allowed him to breastfeed without a struggle, without fighting for air. It had been a gift from my inspirational best friend, Auntie Jessica, and had been hanging out in a clear box in our bedroom ever since: staring at me, mildly threateningly. Waiting. It’s Swedish design, by a Swedish pediatrician, made in Sweden. So we want to love it. It’s just out of reach. A bit intimidating. “The snot sucker…” Well, last night we reached the necessary critical snot threshold, just what we needed to motivate us to take it out of the box and give it a go. We are glad we did. It was super straightforward. 

This morning Lake woke up with his cozy Icelandic wool oversocks on his feet staring up at his sailboat mobile as it gently undulated above him (both were gifts from Nana). Dry hot pink thin cotton socks, (these were a hand-me-down gift from Auntie Jessica’s girls), no longer wet, under the thick wooly ones. Cozy and happy in his bed.

Good Morning Sickie Sunshine!

Field Dressing 

The morning started out peacefully enough. 

Even though Lake had been up every few hours last night. Poor little guy is teething and appears to have a snotty URI cold as well. We had a few mummy wins: doing my PT exercises, a home mani/pedi boldly in “berry naughty” and managing the laundry (which yes, qualifies as a major mummy win). Then, after one false start (got a few blocks away before we realized we had no diapers in our purse), headed down to University Village to do some errands. 

We needed to get outside into the beautiful autumn day after wrestling with the child care wait list/wait pool enrollment circus all night and again this morning on the phone. I thought it would be uplifting for my mood to be in the tranquil bustle of the cheerily landscaped outdoor shopping center. First, I went into Hanna Andersson and right way there was a mother of three juggling multiple out-of-control tantrums. I tried to be supportive in giving her the fashion advice she was flailing for with the inattentive clerks at the check out. 

Do you think it’s too much pink?

No, I don’t. I love pink. 

But ultimately it was nerve wracking and further demoralized me. So I went to another store. I thought I might check out what’s fashionable for BabyGap this fall. 

Then I heard a notorious sound. Lake had been saving it up since Tuesday. I never win by delaying the inevitable blowout mop-up. So, I immediately ask a crew member where the closest bathroom is. I’m sure I have the deer-in-the-headlights look. He points to the corner of the store. Wow, I think, so close! That’s great! 

But there’s no changing table…

He trails off. A calmer, smarter, more experienced version of myself might have reversed my steps right then and there and asked where the closest University Village restrooms are (they have nice changing tables if I recall correctly). But no, I blaze ahead to the nearby corner gender neutral bathroom. Lake ends up in the sink. 

Hidden from view is all the poo covering each piece of clothing plus the Baby Björn. Stoic innocent little guy. He’s unfazed.

There’s something about the poshness of the University Village that now turns against me and manifests the opposite effect I was going for. I wanted to feel uplifted. Instead I feel like I’m at the bottom of a very big hill. Well, actually, I am. Indeed it would do me good to put things in proper perspective and remember the University Village is built in a low-lying wetland area. A swamp. 

All pretense goes out the window. We get Lake sopped up and apply the dry fresh nappy. So glad we went back for that one! Who cares if we wear pants on the way home or not. I apply some fresh lipstick and step back out into the world. 

Sporting the dangly bare baby legs look. It’s all the rage on the runways for fall.

I love my little Lake. 

Field Dressing 

The morning started out peacefully enough. 

Even though Lake had been up every few hours last night. Poor little guy is teething and appears to have a snotty URI cold as well. We had a few mummy wins doing a home mani/pedi boldly in “berry naughty” and managing the laundry (which yes, qualifies as a major mummy win). Then, after one false start (got a few blocks away before we realized we had no diapers in our purse), headed down to University Village to do some errands. 

We needed to get outside into the beautiful autumn day after wrestling with the child care wait list/wait pool enrollment circus all night and again this morning on the phone. I thought it would be uplifting for my mood to be in the tranquil bustle of the cheerily landscaped outdoor shopping center. First, I went into Hanna Andersson and right way there was a mother of three juggling multiple out-of-control tantrums. I tried to be supportive in giving her the fashion advice she was flailing for with the inattentive clerks at the check out. 

Do you think it’s too much pink?

No, I don’t. I love pink. 

But ultimately it was nerve wracking and further demoralized me. So I went to another store. I thought I might check out what’s fashionable for BabyGap this fall. 

Then I heard a notorious sound. Lake had been saving it up since Tuesday. I never win by delaying the inevitable blowout mop-up. So, I immediately ask a crew member where the closest bathroom is. I’m sure I have the deer-in-the-headlights look. He points to the corner of the store. Wow, I think, so close! That’s great! 

But there’s no changing table…

He trails off. A calmer, smarter, more experienced version of myself might have reversed my steps right then and there and asked where the closest University Village restrooms are (they have nice changing tables if I recall correctly). But no, I blaze ahead to the nearby corner gender neutral bathroom. Lake ends up in the sink. 

Hidden from view is all the poo covering each piece of clothing plus the Baby Björn. Stoic innocent little guy. He’s unfazed.

There’s something about the poshness of the University Village that now turns against me and manifests the opposite effect I was going for. I wanted to feel uplifted. Instead I feel like I’m at the bottom of a very big hill. Well, actually, I am. Indeed it would do me good to put things in proper perspective and remember the University Village is built in a low-lying wetland area. A swamp. 

All pretense goes out the window. We get Lake sopped up and apply the dry fresh nappy. So glad we went back for that one! Who cares if we wear pants on the way home or not. I apply some fresh lipstick and step back out into the world. 

Sporting the dangly bare baby legs look. It’s all the rage on the runways for fall.

I love my little Lake.