Off to Mima's house for a sleepover so Mommy and Daddy can go to an actual grown-up party!
But first they gave Mommy an awesome manicure for the party.
The Adventures of Team Stewart. Current population; two very sleep deprived parents, one spunky first grader, a fearless little brother, and an ever changing assortment of pets, livestock, and boats.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Mobile Basecamp
Mommy's Craigslist Christmas Present this year was a well worn but surprisingly un-smelly pop-top camper.
Many great adventures to come-
Baja 2014 is already in the planning stages!
Many great adventures to come-
Baja 2014 is already in the planning stages!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Gingerbread
This year's gingerbread creation was heavily influenced by our recent visit with long-time family friends, Peter and Susan.
This year, our house features both active and passive frosting solar, a very sweet storm water run-off pond, a rock candy garden, and light colored gum drop roof (to avoid urban gingerbread heat island effect).
Drake was very disappointed by my failure to produce a candy wind generator.
This year, our house features both active and passive frosting solar, a very sweet storm water run-off pond, a rock candy garden, and light colored gum drop roof (to avoid urban gingerbread heat island effect).
Drake was very disappointed by my failure to produce a candy wind generator.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Santa
This weekend was time for our annual ferry ride to see Santa.
Despite appearances, Drake really was excited to tell the Big Guy all about the fire boat that he's been wishing for.
It's just so hard sometimes to be brave.
Ewan had no problem demanding a LION from the strange red fuzzy man.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Most Memorable
As I was driving to the store in a last minute flurry of Thanksgiving prep, my favorite radio station had people calling in with their most memorable Thanksgiving stories.
So naturally I had to think of mine:

Mexico.
2003.
In a last minute attack of homesickness, I decided that we absolutely HAD to have a REAL Thanksgiving Dinner.
So I sent Bill and Elan to shore in search of something that resembled a turkey (haha).
After a longish stretch of time the VHF radio crackled:
"Falcor, Falcor mobile.
We're in a police truck.
Bring money.
Over."
I frantically dug out the Emergency Fund, stuffed a few $20 bills into various pockets (hoping not to use it all up trying to save Thanksgiving Dinner), and rowed to shore (FAST) while trying to figure out how to say:
"I'm a United States Merchant Marine, please return my husband and use this to buy your family something nice for Christmas" in Spanish.
In the meantime, the boys had managed to convince the police that their Swiss Army knives where not actually very threatening "weapons" and that $12 in pesos might be a sufficient holiday bonus.
So we rowed "home" and burnt the heck out of a large chicken for Thanksgiving Dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving Prep Day, everyone (and try not to get thrown into a Mexican police truck).
So naturally I had to think of mine:
Mexico.
2003.
In a last minute attack of homesickness, I decided that we absolutely HAD to have a REAL Thanksgiving Dinner.
So I sent Bill and Elan to shore in search of something that resembled a turkey (haha).
After a longish stretch of time the VHF radio crackled:
"Falcor, Falcor mobile.
We're in a police truck.
Bring money.
Over."
I frantically dug out the Emergency Fund, stuffed a few $20 bills into various pockets (hoping not to use it all up trying to save Thanksgiving Dinner), and rowed to shore (FAST) while trying to figure out how to say:
"I'm a United States Merchant Marine, please return my husband and use this to buy your family something nice for Christmas" in Spanish.
In the meantime, the boys had managed to convince the police that their Swiss Army knives where not actually very threatening "weapons" and that $12 in pesos might be a sufficient holiday bonus.
So we rowed "home" and burnt the heck out of a large chicken for Thanksgiving Dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving Prep Day, everyone (and try not to get thrown into a Mexican police truck).
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Safety Turkey
Monday, November 19, 2012
Mr. Two
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Settled
Sunday, November 4, 2012
New Wheels
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