On Monday night Mel went out to coffee with Mandie to talk about
wedding stuff. Tate and I stayed at home to guard the ranch. As a quick side note with no real correlation to what happened Monday night, when
canyon-folk refer to leaving the canyon to run an errand, to go buy groceries, or to go get coffee, they say they're "going to town."
Before moving to the canyon I thought this expression had died about the same time
coon-skin caps went out of fashion and cars replaced the
horse and buggy as a primary means of transportation. Boy was a I wrong. "Going to town" is still very much a part of the canyon vernacular and it can be used interchangeably as a general way of explaining any reason for leaving the house.
Having said that, Mel went to town Monday night while Tate and I (
Bauer too) had a guy's night (well, more like a guy's 2 hours). It was a pretty nice evening so I decided to set up Tate's swing in the front
orchard (canyonspeak for "front lawn"). The swing's directions said it was for 9 months and up but
Dr. Trotter
said that Tate was pretty advanced for his age at his last checkup and I thought of would reward him with a 3-month early, 9-month birthday present. He loved it. I tried to teach him how to
"pump" his legs but he was more interested in chewing on the straps. He's a man of simple means. A canyon boy, born and
bred.
He likes the swing.
He's tired of the swing.
He opens his mouth as the spoon gets near him like a baby bird. Cutest thing ever.
On Monday night Mel went out to coffee with Mandie to talk about wedding stuff. Tate and I stayed at home to guard the ranch. As a quick side note with no real correlation to what happened Monday night, when canyon-folk refer to leaving the canyon to run an errand, to go buy groceries, or to go get coffee, they say they're "going to town."
Before moving to the canyon I thought this expression had died about the same time coon-skin caps went out of fashion and cars replaced the horse and buggy as a primary means of transportation. Boy was a I wrong. "Going to town" is still very much a part of the canyon vernacular and it can be used interchangeably as a general way of explaining any reason for leaving the house.
Having said that, Mel went to town Monday night while Tate and I (Bauer too) had a guy's night (well, more like a guy's 2 hours). It was a pretty nice evening so I decided to set up Tate's swing in the front orchard (canyonspeak for "front lawn"). The swing's directions said it was for 9 months and up but Dr. Trotter
said that Tate was pretty advanced for his age at his last checkup and I thought of would reward him with a 3-month early, 9-month birthday present. He loved it. I tried to teach him how to "pump" his legs but he was more interested in chewing on the straps. He's a man of simple means. A canyon boy, born and bred.
He likes the swing.
He's tired of the swing.
He opens his mouth as the spoon gets near him like a baby bird. Cutest thing ever.
5 comments:
tate is getting cutter and cutter by the hour or should I say weeks. pretty soon he will be crawling since he is so advance.
You Dan, are a funny, funny man.
P.P.S.
Rach and I love seeing pictures of Tate, he's so cute! Next time you go to town, just point your horse and buggy north (with your coon skin caps, of course) and come to Boise! Cristian can't wait to meet Tate.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouEjCPhT8SY
this is not a virus... i promise... NOT A VIRUS... it's my youtube character. check it out, daniel craig bowen from valley church with Gary Darnel as the pastor and the green (?) carpet... how could I know all that? click on the link.
i really hope you know that "canyon folk" man/invite him to church.
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