While we took our first trip away from the Nuffin and were sailing at 30,000ft peacefully over the U.S. bound for Napa Valley. This is what was taking place in our neighborhood. As we landed on the runway in San Fran, I get the following text message from my mom. This is verbatim. "We are ok. Tornado hit park slope on way back from tot lot. Ditched into Joes. People hurt. Trees down. Backyard is a disaster. Repeat, we are ok."
Needless to say I had no idea what ditching into Joes meant but I was slightly concerned. This was the best footage of it. The language is either offensive or hilarious depending on your taste.
Aside from the natural disaster within hours of our departure the last couple weeks we had a back to back run of grandmother helpers. It was quite a revealing insight into our own upbringings.
Beth Moss - Taught her how to turn off and on the light. Taught her to shred paper. Fed her dinner while bathing in the sink. Let her eat adult toothpaste (not just the outside of the tube).
Mommy Maus - Bought her the first pair of real shoes. Would say "Cooperation" repeatedly during diaper change (in lieu of toothpaste distraction). Slight paranoia regarding potential hazards faced at the tot lot.
My method of extracting leaves from the mouth.
First time down the slide solo.
