Sunday, October 18, 2009
This is such a GREAT pumpkin patch! We were going elsewhere, but that patch was closed because it was "too wet." So we followed the signs we'd seen along the way for Peter's Pumpkin Patch and, WOW, JACKPOT! It's located at the Spring Hill Dairy, which is a huge bonus, as they make fantastic dairy products and, of course, have their cheese, butter and ice cream for sale. They've got thousands of pumpkins, both picked and still on the vines in the patches. They've got a patch where you can dig up potatoes (yum), hay rides, carriage rides, old tractors, an opportunity to milk a cow and, on weekends, live music. This place is fantastic! Check it out on Spring Hill Road in Petaluma.
If you've ever gone to a Farmer's Market in Marin or Sonoma (or elsewhere in the Bay Area, I'd think), you'll have had a chance to taste Spring Hill Cheese's fantastic cheeses and small-batch butter. Oh my goodness... if you haven't, you'd best do it. Yum!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
I picked up Davey from school yesterday afternoon and we headed to the Cinema theater in Corte Madera for the 5:15 showing of the Toy Story in 3D double feature. Fun! We cheated and picked up some food at the nearby Safeway before (slices of ham, fresh snap peas, animal crackers and red vines) with thoughts of popcorn and lemonade from the theater. Unfortunately, the Cinema puts BUTTER SALT on their popcorn, so Davey couldn't have any. Nor did I, out of solidarity. We did, however, share a medium lemonade.
The 5:15 show was apparently Toy Story II, which lent itself VERY WELL to 3D. Especially the beginning, the Buzz Lightyear video game. Yeah! After the movie was over, there was a 15 minute or so intermission before Toy Story I. We both had a great time. Davey loved it!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
3 years ago today, we were at Marin General Hospital in the pre-dawn hours, ready to become a family of 3. I remember looking out the window at the gibbous harvest moon hanging low over Mount Tamalpais and humming Neil Young to myself. Later, prone on the bed, hooked up a fetal heart rate monitor and a drip of pitocin, the Blue Angles roared nearby, doing their Fleet Week performance. Then, at 4 o'clock on the dot, Davey was plucked from my belly and Mark cut the umbilical cord. Life hasn't been the same ever since and I can't imagine it any other way.
Happy birthday my little love!