Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Then the other morning after breakfast I was trying to enjoy my coffee while it was still hot. I was still at the table, and she came up on my lap and said "'at good, mom?" grinning, looking at the coffee, then "'at hot, mom?" and I said yes, it's hot, then kind of slurped some up (you know how you do when it's really hot) and she said "blow bubbles, mom?" thinking that of course that was what I would be doing...
Thursday, August 18, 2005
typical convo w/Ri
"I have to tell you something. It's really important."
"Momma, I forgot what I was going to say."
"If you wait a minute it will probably come back to you."
"Momma, if it doesn't that's okay, I'll just think of something else to say. I just can't think of a thing to say. Not a thing. Nothing is coming to mind. I have nothing to say."
Riley discovered American Girls. Her new "favorite movie" is a dvd we borrowed about Samantha. She says every day "can I watch my favorite movie, mom?" And Logan says "it is not MY favorite movie."
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Oh. my. word.
We're back from The Mighty Long Vacation. The kids are running crazy. Fairly near borderline certifiable. Or maybe that's me? I've unpacked most of the bags, except for Emmie's suitcase and one tote that has heaven-knows-what in it.
Emmie has a black eye - yesterday she was looking under a bench for a bug she thought she saw and tripped. It looks really sad. She works it though - when I kissed her tonight she pointed to it and said "kiss eye, boo-boo." The kicker is that she sounds terrible - her voice is totally froggy like she has laryngitis or something so it's heartbreaking and laughable all at the same time.
I'll scan some pics in soon of the trip. Got some cool shots of the kids, the ocean, the fam, etc. There's one of Em at the aquarium and she's so excited there's a vein popping out in her neck.
To all my dear fam: I love you, but I'm too emotionally unstable to leave my home that long ever again. I need, for survival, my own kitchen, and my own bed (where I sleep when at all possible apart from my three wonderful children who become slightly less wonderful to me if I have to sleep with them kicking me in the stomach, face or other body parts for significant numbers of night in a row.) That said, it was great to see everyone.
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