Jack of All Trades, Renaissance man, whatever the term, I married one.

So over Labor Day weekend, the kids and I headed down south to stay with my mom and sisters so that Ryan could remodel the kitchen. As many of you know, my husband is quite handy. In this most recent project he proved that he truly is, as they say, a Jack of All Trades. He did re-wiring for the under cabinet lighting, plumbing for new sink, granite install, dishwasher and microwave install, and everything else you will soon behold. I give you...
BEFORE:



AFTER:

Who knew we were living in such squalor?! I love my new kitchen and appliances that work and actually match eachother. Now can we sell it and get the heck out of San Jose? (Ummmm, no offense to all those whom I have met and love in bless-ed San Ho...I just miss the ocean and my allergies here are debilitating).

"The Little Guys"

We went to a Giants vs. Dodgers baseball game with the kids last weekend. It was their first baseball game and thanks to garlic fries and some treats I packed along, it wasn't terribly painful:) Benson managed to stay contained in our row for 5 whole innings! We took them to the kids size batting field and slides under the Coke bottle and called it a game.
But, my favorite story from their first game came from Kayla. She was intrigued by the whole experience and shortly after arriving Ryan said, "Look down on the field. See those little guys way down there? Those are baseball players." A little while later she began to get antsy insisting that we go "down there" (pointing at the field). We tried many times to explain to her that only baseball players were allowed on the field, when finally she shouted, "But I just wanna go see the little guys!" She thought they were really "little guys", like miniature people! A 4-year old's perception of reality--priceless.



PS: Giants won. However, Ryan was able to convince Kayla that she likes the Blue little guys.

Mrs. Beesley's Busy Bee School

Kayla had her first day of preschool today at Mrs. Beesley's, otherwise known in our household as "The Beez".
This morning in the car:
Kayla: Mom, is this YOUR music on the radio, or MY music?
Me: My music.
Kayla: Can I listen to my music?
Me: Sure, what do you want, Disney CD, Raffi,...?
Kayla: Ummm, Ralphie (Raffi).
She then proceeded to sing each song and comment after the close of each:
"I knew all the words to that one, that was an easy one."
And the kicker, just as we are pulling up to Mrs. Beesley's:
"I can't WAIT to show Mrs. Beesley how I can write my name, she's gonna be SO impressed."
While some may find smarty pants's annoying, I on the contrary am filled with the reassurance that MY little smarty pants is going to make it in this world--and, afterall, what did you expect? She IS her mother's daughter;)