No Phone Is Safe Around Me

Dudes, I am being KILLER on phones today. I am pretty sure the next person who text messages me is probably going to hit send and have their phone spontaneously combust. I really love the neighborhood we live in – it’s full of fun little restaurants and young families and community services for families, and it just pretty much ideal for a young family. I also don’t mind that it borders the downtown east side, generally, as it keeps things interesting. The one down side though is that if it isn’t nailed down, it’s probably stolen and pawned for drug/beer money. Yesterday, I took baby Derek down to the Stone Soup Festival.

He looked around while we strolled, then passed out in the stroller. If he were a bigger boy, there were lots of activity tables for kids, but he’s still just a baby, so we spent most of our time at the library table making buttons out of old graphic novels and chatting up the library lady who runs our weekly storytime. Anyway, I picked up a birthday card for my dad at one of the booths, then went to nearby Grandview Park to write it out. Went up to the post office to mail it all off, and then made the stomach-churning discovery that I’d left my cell phone on the table at Grandview Park. Jogged back and confirmed what logic already told me.. GONE!

Raced home and logged on to iCloud. My phone had already made it all the way down to Hastings, which pretty much means phone death. Sent it a desperate message:

$100 if you bring this phone to <<nearest crossstreets to my house>>. No questions asked.

Then crossed my fingers and refreshed a whole bunch. Success! Watched my phone make its way back towards us. Mike met the guy at the intersection with $100, and I have my phone back! I have to say, I didn’t really like the circumstances, but seeing the technology in action was pretty cool.

And then to start off this lovely Sunday morning, I sent Mike’s phone for a ride in the washing machine. Yeah, I know. I’m pretty much the worst. It’s in a bag of rice right now, but we’re not hopeful.

Let’s see, what else has happened this week.

Aidan and I took a walk around Steveston on Thursday. Steveston has been transformed into Storybrooke for the TV Series of the same name. Looked around, did not see any famous people. Maybe next time.

Babies were mostly pretty chill, until Derek got all overtired and decided that stroller screaming was cool. (Note: It isn’t). Waiting until we got off of the main path, then started singing the stupid Barney raindrop song to him. Lovely Aidan joined in instead of pretending she didn’t know me, which was nice. Soon after, we had two sleeping babies.

Friday I went back down to Richmond and did a free strollercize class with Aidan. My thighs hurt most of Saturday. The Mommy & Me fitness lady is evil. Nuff said.

Yesterday, we did another big BBQ. Another gorgeous day – spent most of the afternoon hanging out in the backyard while the boys played on Mike’s new pet project (MAME arcade machine) Moved inside when it got dark and played some Cranium. Most of the people left soon after to go watch an Archspire show.

Claire, Kristen, and I got stupid on Facetime.

Then all the smart people (everyone except Claire and me, basically) started a big stupid discussion about economics. Claire and I countered their intelligence by stealing baby Derek’s fancy educational wooden farm set and playing Drunken Idiot Farm.

Basically it was a lot of wooden animals having relations and bashing into each other angrily, and then this sort of thing.

Then everyone went home and we went to bed. Being a grown up is very grown up, friends!

Today we took turns sleeping and doing baby duty since it was a late night, then we had a delicious Mother’s Day pizza. We’re off to see Mike’s mom for dinner in a bit, and that’s pretty much our weekend!

Happy Mother’s Day!