Daddy, You Look Good in That Shirt

Daddy, You Look Good in That Shirt

We were getting ready to take an evening bike ride with Max on his trailer-bike behind mine. I had informed him that I would be changing into my bike shorts as riding in loose torn denim jeans was less than comfortable for me. Before I could even get out of said jeans he had rummaged through my shirt drawer and picked out a bike jersey for me as well. He was right, of course, that this would be more comfortable than the t-shirt I was wearing too. As soon as I had the shirt on he complimented me and announced he was going to get the camera to take a picture. He took only one photo, but it came out pretty well. (He's getting really good with the cameras, even the big DSLR. The only post-processing I've done is to crop it as a portrait instead of a landscape.) During our ride he told me that this picture would be a poster for me so I could remember this ride we had together. He's such a sweet kid sometimes!

On recycling the peanut butter jar...

OK, so I've been recycling for years and I'm a huge supporter. I even break down my items and sort everything out according to the town's instructions. Anything I can do to help maintain (or even better) the environment I'm all for it. There is, however, one item of recycling that always causes me inner turmoil. The peanut butter jar. One one hand, I don't want to put any food wastes into the recycling, so everything gets rinsed out before going in the bin. On the other hand, I expend so much effort and hot water trying to get the last of the peanut butter out of the jar that I feel like I'm wasting far more than I'm saving. At what point does it become not worth the effort? Should I just toss the nearly-empty jar into the trash and let it take up space? Should I casually leave the jar open and within reach of the dog, and then just recycle whatever parts of it he fails to digest? The town's instruction booklet doesn't offer me any help on this one...

Firehouse fun

We recently attended the Littleton Fire Department's Spaghetti Dinner. We all ate well, and of course the kids got covered in spaghetti sauce in the process. In fact, Lauren was so covered and so cute that a photographer from the local paper (Littleton Independent) asked to take her picture for the paper. We'll have to keep our eyes open for that one!

After dinner the kids got to play some games and play on the fire trucks. They loved playing on the fire truck and took turns sitting in each of the seats, pretending to drive to fires, and pretending to talk through the communication headphones. It was a joy to watch them have such a good time, and very nice of the firemen to be so patient with all these kids mishandling the equipment.