Many years ago, way before kids, Kevin and I would have game nights. We’d call up Kat and Josh and break out our old favs or a new game to try. Now, by “game”, I don’t mean the traditional Monopoly or Trivial Pursuit. Oh no, we went for the good stuff. I had stumbled across a website, Fun Again Games, that sold German games. These games are like no other and fun beyond words. My personal fav is the Bean Game (Bohanza). It’s a quick and silly bartering game that is always fun. And I must say, it’s still a winner.

We played games and laughed so hard we were crying. I’m surprised we didn’t wake the kids! I had forgotten the joy of games. There is nothing like a night of good games, good friends, and mini-cupcakes. Yum!

Kat posted the pictures from our zoo adventure at her site. No shot of the elephant but lots of cute kid pics! Go see!

Last night I was pretty exhausted so I headed out to my garden to unwind.

What? You didn’t know about my garden? Have I failed to mention my newly found green thumb? Well, let me rectify that right now.

I have always dreamed of having a veggie garden. I have no idea where this strange desire comes from. Probably from that same place that makes me want to move to West Virginia and raise chickens. Don’t ask.

Anyway, I have pined away for my own little garden. When we bought our first house, I thought my dreams of a little veggie patch where finally realized. I bought books, and tools and seeds.

And then my dreams were dashed. Turned out my little house that was built in the 1920’s came with trees that where planted in the 1920’s. Our trees where huge and gorgeous and shady. Very shady. My dreams for tomatoes and peas and beans were dashed under the reality of giant elm and pine trees. So I packed away my vegitable books and invested in the Gardening With Shade series. Boring!

My dreams may have been mothballed but they were not dead. Our next house was in suburbia. This former farmland was covered in sprall with teeny little newbie trees and lots and lots of sun. Even better, the former owners had a garden and left me a nice patch of earth just right. Since we moved in during the month of July, I had missed the planting season. I brushed off my books and that winter I began planning my little plot. These plans were regretfully placed on hold when I discovered I was preggers with Kulia. The idea of being 6 month pregnant and pulling weeds just didn’t jive with me so when spring came I heaved a sigh of regret and waddled my pregnant butt back indoors.

This spring, however, I vowed nothing would stop me. Not the exhaustion of running after two babies, not the lack of time or money. Oh no, this year I was going to have my garden. Period. Return.

So I got my seeds and began them inside, moved them to the porch and then, finally transplanted them into my little patch. I only planted about 1/3 of my garden since I knew my time would be limited but I went hog wild. Peas, beans, tomatoes, strawberries, pumpkins, bell peppers, onions, zuchini, cucumbers, lettuce and sweet peas. Ok, maybe I went a little crazy but I expected a high mortality rate.

Oops.

I don’t know if you are aware of this, but things GROW here in Oregon. Like crazy. I planted way too much way too close together and everything took off. I have a hodge-podge of plants out there now. The zuchini has mingled with the bell peppers. The strawberries and onions are fighting it out and the peas. Oh those heavenly peas! I havesn’t even managed to bring any inside because Leina and Kulia fight for the right to devour them raw right out of the pod.

By my latest count I have 64 onions and bout 57 tomatoes on the way. I’ve harvested about 6 zuchini so far and see another 7. And the pumpkins. I don’t even look at them. So far they have devoured that back half of my plot and show signs of continuing their domination.

Already I’m re-planning for next year. I’m thinking of turning in some compost, making some nice paths, maybe adding a trellis or two for the climbers. I’m also eyeing a weed pile for a cut flower bed. Oh the joys of growing a little something.

After wandering amoung my plants for half and hour I felt refreshed and calmed down. Ready to face the dishes and the cleaning and the laundry and the bills and the toys and on and on and on.

We went to see Hapa last night.

Well, sort of.

Err, not really.

Let me start over.

We planned to go and see Hapa last night. Alas, it was not to be.

It all started out quite well. Kev got home early, we fed the kids, loaded them into the car and then headed for the zoo where Hapa was playing on the green at 7pm. Unfortuntely, everyone and their dog was trying to drive up I-5 and we sat and sat and sat in traffic. We finally pulled off and hit the back roads and managed to reach the zoo around 6:30. Our first clue that things were going horribly astray was when we rounded the corner and saw the parking lot. Actually, we couldn’t see the lot at all, just line after line of circling cars. At this point, Kulia decided she had enough and began screaming so Kevin pulled over and let me out. I was to take the girls and find a place to sit; he would find a place to park.

In our defense, we were rather flustered due to the screaming and mobs and we neglected to figure out how, exactly, we would find eachother. Minor details really.

So I took the stroller, girls, blankets and food into the zoo. We followed the hords and hords of families to the green and there I pretty much passed out. It was crowded. Packed. Wall to wall people. There were people sitting in trees. People sitting in the dirt under trees. People sitting up against the bathroom doors. I have never seen so many people crammed into one space in my life. It made LAX at Christmas time seem like a stroll in the park. So here I am, luggling my kids and stuff looking for any place to sit and if just ain’t happening. There wasn’t even a place to stand, let alone sit, so I turned us around and tried to get us out of this mosh pit when it hit me.

Kevin was here- somewhere.

Right about now, I started to panic. The kids were cranky and we were lost in a sea of humanity. There was no way I was going to find Kevin among the hundreds and hundreds of people and there was no way he could find me. So I positioned myself near a funnel spot and began scanning.

6:45.

6:50.

7:00.

7:10. The music starts. The crowds taper off a bit but still no sign of Kevin. Somehow, we must have missed eachother. I don’t have a phone to reach him. All I have to two small children running around in a giant crowd. Panic begins to turn to horror when I see him.

It’s Josh! Good old tall Josh wanders by with Kat a head above the crowd. We were suppose to meet up with them but I had given up hope once I saw the chaos. They had a phone and were in touch with Kevin. Turns out by the time Kev parked the car, they were sold out of tickets and had closed the gates to the zoo. He was sitting out front, wondering how in the world to contact me. Luckily, I had a ticket for him so Josh went to rescue him and we bailed on Hapa. Instead, we decided to get ice cream and see the animals.

Most of the animal exhibits were closed but that didn’t stop Leina and Kulia from running around and having a ball. Leina latched onto Josh as usual. She adores “Joshie” and spent most of the night yelling, “come on josh! Lets have an adventure!” Josh was more than happy to run from one empty enclosure to another with her. The only close call was when Leina realized that the Lorikeet exhibit was closed. Feeding the birds is her calling and when she was denied her birds, she began crying hysterically and clawing at her face. She was beyond destraught. Luckily, the tigers were up and about since it was dusk and minor emergency was diverted.

I must say we had such fun just wandering around an empty zoo with Kat and Josh. Everyone was sardined in for the concert so we could roam at our leasure. The big cats were up and awake and we got to see an elephant penis. That was truely amazing. I though it was a fifth leg until I took a closer look. Josh refused to take a picture so I have to visual for you. I though it was a Kodak moment but Josh stuck with leaves and flowers and mundane things like that.

So we never actually saw Hapa but that’s ok. We had our own little adventure to remember which is what we really wanted in the first place.

For our playgroup yesterday, we headed to Oaks Park. This little park on the east side of the Willamette turns into a mini-amusement park during the summer. And even better, they have a special pre-school morning on Tues and Wed. For a mere $5 per child, they open up all the kid rides for the morning. We hit the giant slide, spinning ballons, merry-go-round, and train before finishing with a story time where milk and cookies were served. The rides were just the right speed for the kids and the lines were only a few minutes. Everyone had a blast. For lunch we headed to a BK with a giant indoor play structure. The kids were all on fire – running, jumping, sliding and just bursting with energy. Even Kulia joined in the fun and disappeared into the depths of the structure where she found a little boy to tool around with.

I’m always surprised by our playgroup. We were randomly thrown together. There were no personality tests, no levels of compatibility or questionares. Just three moms with kids the same age. And yet, it worked so well! When our kids are happily entertained and we can just sit and mom chat, it is so nice. I haven’t yet hit that zen state with Kulia’s playgroup but I hope I can get so lucky again!

We are going to have the greenest lawn in our cul-du-sac.

Leina has recently discovered the joys of a sprinkler. Last year, she was too scared of the shooting water. But now, she can spend hours running around, through, and over sprinklers. Luckily, we have a very big yard to water so I don’t mind her antics. Every 20 minutes, I just move the sprinkler a few feet and let her rip. Kulia isn’t quite as enamored by the water. Instead, she toddles behind Leina just out of reach of the water. And me? I sit on the step with a book or crossword puzzle and listen to their squeals of joy.

The water bill is going to be horrible but what would summer be without a romp in the sprinklers?