Looks like it should be a nice, clear to partly cloudly - if a bit brisk - day for the hawk watch. If the wind prediction holds, I believe we'll be on the north lookout.
It's almost been a year
since I first - and last - visited the north lookout. Winds have usually been more favorable to the south side. Which actually brings me to another topic of which I will post separately, as it is Important and deserves its own post.
I'll be at the Moravian Book Shop for the poetry circle tonight - then I'll roast up some peppers and onions and garlic. I'll make the pico de gallo fresh tomorrow morning before setting out.
We're trying to see if my sister-in-law can watch Brandon so Deb can go - she hasn't been to Bake Oven Knob yet. It will likely be a few more years before I'm comfortable bringing Brandon up there.
Brandon, by the way, is quite entertaining of late:
Adult: "Time for bed."
Mr. B (sing-songy): "Nooo beh-ahd."
Adult: "No bed?"
Mr. B (invoking Spanky, almost): "Ohhhhhh kaaaaayyyyy."
He had great fun invoking this repeatedly
anytime he was prompted.
I also seem to have some difficulty changing his diaper, and he finds great humor in it, giggling like a giggling little kid (which is quite natural, considering he is.) The clean diaper will be in my hand one second, and the next I won't be able to find it. As I search for it in his ears, under his shirt, it will turn up in his hands! Can't quite figure that one out. I'll retrieve it from him, as he calls out "Do it again!" and I will scratch my head in amazement, and somehow the diaper will be gone once more. Once, of course, it actually did show up under his shirt. Another time, on my loverly assistant Rachel's head. Just can't figure it out...
Oh, and his new word of Yesterday: "Armadillo." He hits all four syllables in the correct sequence and fairly clearly.