Got Milk?

Before heading to the pool this morning, the kids and I stopped at Subway for sandwiches and drinks.  I don't know what it is about eating tuna fish made by someone other than myself, but I sure do find it tasty, so I got a 6" tuna while Hugo and the girls split a ham & cheese.  The idea of Subway stuck in my head as I began to pack our lunch cooler.  I had filled up the girls sippy cups with ice and water and reached for my trusty Ragu jar (I swear I am not suddenly pushing product placement here on the blog) to fill it also with ice and water to be chilly chill later on.  Think I sound a bit odd with my homemade thermos/water bottle?  Well, it works awesome!  I can stuff tons of ice in my Ragu wide mouthed glass jar, we aren't supposed to have glass containers at the pool, I live real dangerous.  As I reached for my Ragu jar I discovered it to have vanished.  I remembered putting it on the lower shelf of the lazy susan, underneath the breakfast cereal, but it wasn't there...  Cesar!  Cesar did it!  I didn't even have to call and bug him to find out.  I knew with every fiber of my being that my husband Cesar was the culprit, that he had thrown out my beloved jar thinking it to be trash.  It's glass!  It's reusable!  What was I going to drink my icy water from at the pool?  Subway it was.

Hugo's face is white not from drinking milk, but from downing a vanilla ice cream cone.  He asked if I knew why we had tongues.  When I replied no, he told me that, "We have tongues to clean our faces."

Sabine disappeared on me in the yard.  I noticed the front door had been left open and hoped she had drifted indoors.  Upon entering the foyer I called out her name, "Sabine, are you in here?"  Nothing.  Then I had a spark of motherly inspiration and called out, "Sabine, want a cookie?"  Instantly I heard, "No." followed by a scrambling sound and then running feet exiting from Hugo's room.  These days, the word no covers all the bases.

Since returning home from vacation I've been bitten by the must make bug and I've been knitting, knitting, and knitting.  I've missed it.

Millie May Price Is Moving

 

My sister Millie leaves the country with her children today, to begin an exciting chapter in their families life in Spain.  Trent is already there, and is anxiously awaiting the arrival of his family.   I wish I were going too.  Not because I'm jealous of her new digs in sunny southern Spain, but because she has been such a wonderful friend to me and I'm afraid of the coming break in our communication.  Losing three girlfriends and one sister in eight months time, due to new job locations, has taken an emotional toll on me.  I'm gonna miss you Millie!!!

I love my sister Millie.  She makes me laugh and laugh and bakes a tasty cheesecake.  Millie is a great photographer and an even better mother.  She loves her husband and the gospel completely.  My sister Millie is creative, smart, caring, the best friend, and a super sounding board.  Millie is cool.  I love my sister Millie and I am going to miss her like mad... so Trent had better find a really big house, because the kids and I are coming over!

These pics were taken on walks we shared after our collective six kids were tucked in beds at Popeye's house.

 

Three Kids & A Pear Tree

My thoughts have been on our sprouting children the past little while.  Hugo is 5, and as a five year old, he believes that he can do just about anything.  It's wonderful and trying to watch the excitement exude from his little body, a smattering of time-outs round out our days.  He starts Kindergarten in a few short weeks.  All day Kindergarten.  So I have these mixed feelings inside me of my own excitement for him and his growth, but I also am experiencing a surprising sense of loss while knowing all sorts of good things are before him.  We've been such a duo since his birth and now someone else, his teacher, will have this first of outside role model positions in his life.  I've been moody.  I am going to miss him.  My memories of my own Kindergarten teacher have faded, but I do remember that she was Hawaiian and I thought she was beautiful.  I also remember barfing into her out stretched hands one morning.

New words the girls are saying:  eye, outside, the beginnings of what's that, cookie, kitty, juice, apple, and hi.  Marlo says another very helpful word, poop.  This word brings on fits of giggles from Hugo.  He'll ask her to say it over and over and over.  I've had to remind him that it's best if we save this word for the privacy of the bathroom.  So, bath time is full of rolling giggles from Hugo requesting his little sister Miss Marlo to say "poop" over and over again. 

The poop word has me considering the beginnings of potty training the girls.   I'm scared at the idea of two naked girls running around the house in separate directions, peeing hither and yon, as I run crazily about with the Clorox and paper towels in hand.  One afternoon at my parents, my Mom said Marlo was intensely watching one of her wee cousins on the toilet.   Mom thought Marlo was putting two and two together.  Not two minutes later, Marlo strolled into the living room, dug into the diaper bag and brought me a diaper and wipes as she said, "poop."  I hope to start the potty training with Marlo and that Sabine will simply follow suit.  I'm hoping.  But I'm a big, fat chicken to start the process.

Blogging is King

I'm back.  Why so long away?  I have no good answer.  We've been back from Wisconsin for over a month now, I just haven't blogged.  Just haven't.

My mother did stay for an extra weeks visit after she helped me drive the children home.
It was super, super hot weather wise.
We had two solid weeks of swim classes for Master Hugo.
The girls have been busy bees, two - or should I say, four steps - ahead of me at all times!
We've missed Papa during this busy, busy work summer of his.  A lot.

I suppose I'll back date some posts to fill in the gap.  But know this, I am back.