Bad Blogger, Bad Blogger

Ok, that was me chastising myself for taking so long to write a new post. My head is bowed low in forgiveness to the blogging gods on high. In all seriousness, I have taken far too long to write here at the Digit zone. We've had family and friends here to visit and have been having the best time seeing the sights of no less than three different counties here in Oregon. Have a seat.....it's going to be a long post.

First on the agenda, taking the Digit Kid's paternal grandparents to the A.C. Gilbert Discovery Museum in Salem. Three converted victorian houses which contain (but are not limited to) an educational and fun "China" room,

a bubble room with every variety of "wands",

and a child-size performance stage.

(Juliet or Rapunzel? Take your pick.)

Did I mention the 20,000 square feet of outdoor play areas? Now, there were a lot of great play zones outside but judging from these pictures the Incredible Digit Girl and Boy liked the swings the best.


A must see destination for those with kids. To learn more visit www.acgilbert.org.

All this fun and only in one day. The next adventure involved a stocked trout lake and some worried worms. More on that soon.

I must also add a shout-out to the Incredible Digit Boy's godfather in Brooklyn. Said godfather sent his godson a treasured gift of his own artwork. The greatest part of the artwork? It's wearable (and proudly worn by Digit Boy the entire day on his birthday).

To see more great artwork, visit http://tezukurizhizn.blogspot.com/

Labor Day

This holiday holds a few different meanings for me.

The obvious: A three-day weekend that gives our family one more day to spend together.

The intended: The people who work all those jobs that we may take for granted. Which leads me to think about my father who passed away two years ago. He was a truck driver. I know that many people don't like being close to big rigs on the highway but we all like that there is laundry detergent, toilet paper, etc., at the local supermarket. Without those big rigs and the people who drive them those convenient items wouldn't be on the store shelves. So let's give those truck drivers on the highway a break and some space on the road. They're just trying to get home to their families, too.

The special: Once I became a pregnant woman, Labor Day took on a whole new meaning. Especially on Labor Day three years ago. Sure, we had a nice three-day weekend enjoying the warm and sunny weather. A mere 24 hours later we were experiencing the endurance challenge that is child birth. A short challenge, luckily. I was sent to the hospital around noon for observation on one of their monitors and a little after 4:30pm The Incredible Digit Boy was born. He was definitely in a hurry to get out into the world. That attitude hasn't changed. He still is in hurry to go everywhere and we, his parents, wish the time would go slower.