I think it might actually be getting to be summer. Evidence: Bill out guiding til late, no tights, ice cream place open, Ironfuckingmen on the roads.

Why it matters...

Pomas the Train

Yesterday we went to North Creek to see Thomas the Tank Engine, or as Lulu calls him, Pomas.





We did everything we could there...the bubble station, hay bale maze, met Sir Topham Hat (also know as Mister Hat, and she wouldn't look at him. But as we walk away, she called "I love you, Mister Hat!"), played with toy trains, got a Thomas Tattoo, ate a hotdog and a hamburger, danced with the singer in the music tent, climbed on a fire truck, and of course, rode the train. Three hours of activity. She crashed in the car in about 5 seconds.

My favorite moment:
Lulu discovers a tiny cut on her finger, just as Thomas steam past us into the station.
Normal Lulu voice: "Pomas! I have a booboo!"
Deep Lulu Voice: "What, sweetie? I can't hear you."
Normal Lulu Voice, only LOUDER "I have a booboo!"
Deep Lulu Voice: "Okay, I'll kiss it sweetie."
Normal Lulu Voice: "Thank you, Pomas! I love you!"

Serendipity

On Thursday I was at a seminar on building effective non-profit boards. I've only ever been on the business end of the board meeting, never as a board member. The more I listened at this meeting the more I found myself longing to be part of a board. That very night I went to a meeting of a group I have been peripherally involved with for the past year (they are working on a community center for our town.) As part of that meeting, we talked about a new project, a museum. The focus on the museum is something I am passionate about-both because it's something I enjoy, and because it pays approximately one sixth of our bills. Fly fishing. And they are building a first board. And I have much needed PR and development experience. HA!

Funny how things come together...

I have been seriously ravenous all day long. Now that I am feeling better, I am attempting to eat better and more healthfully, but I still run for the nutella on white at least once a day. My other craving is veggie Subway subs (the works, jalapenos, oil and vinegar, salt and pepper on Italian herb and cheese) I could eat one every single damn day. Oh and Cokes and root beer are also irresistible, so I bought the tiny cans for myself.

We had a classic Stahl day in the Adirondacks yesterday: canoeing on Black Pond with sandwiches from Saranac Sourdough (muffaletta for me, don't tell the NO LUNCH MEAT police), root beer (of course) and two servings of their chickpea salad. I caught a fish (lovely brook trout, not eaten). We looked for flowers in the woods, and Lulu gave a lean-to magic show. Then we did a classic drive the longest way home possible (with those all veggie chips with the flying pigs): through Onchiota and Rainbow Lake and past Kushaqua and Mud Pond, and with side trip to visit Bill's friend who seems to own all of that part of the Adirondacks. Lulu had a ball with his dogs. Then home via Alder Brook (tomato basil salad with lots of vinegar and red onion), Union Falls, and Silver Lake. I took no pictures, but if you want to see that area, I refer you to Woodsrun (link to left.) She takes much better pictures of that area than I could! Home to eat the second half of Lulu's turkey sandwich and walk to Whitebrook Dairy Bar for ice cream (mint chip).

Damn, I'm hungry and I ate not an hour ago.

Evil Chest Gas Bubble

Oh no! I didn't get the evil chest gas bubble until much later with Lulu. After morning sickness this feeling is my least favorite pregnancy symptom.

It feels like a huge bubble in the middle of my chest, that sometimes starts to rise up, but never completely goes away, even if I belch like a drunkard at the county fair!

I drink bubbly beverages, because it least then I get a real burp instead of these weird low ones that never make it out!

Picnic at the VIC

Lulu and I took her grandma for a picnic at the Visitors' Interpretive Center at Paul Smith's on Saturday. We hiked, at lunch at the top of a tower, and watched Lulu's magic show in the lean-to.