My Little Diego

L's costume is finished, he looks so cute!

Go Diego Go!

A Day of Rest

Last Sunday was such a nice day. So nice, in fact, I am still thinking about it on Thursday.

I woke up in the morning with L, while the others slept in, and was surprised to see my house had fared rather well from the shenanigans the night before. I tossed L into the stroller with a pumpkin muffin, grabbed the dog, and went for a nice long walk. 

We stopped to let an adorable baby pet/bang on Murphy for a few minutes. I did my best to communicate with his mom, but really neither of us knew what the heck we were saying until we got to "bye-bye!"

As we got closer to home I looked up and saw something I haven't seen the entire time we've lived here.

Mountains!

Maybe I have been too distracted to notice them. Maybe Sunday was the clearest sunniest day we've had since moving here. Maybe they just popped up last week. Whatever the reason they have eluded me, I was very excited to see them.

And, to make myself feel better, I just checked out the window for those same mountains and they are gone again. So it's not as if they've been staring me in the face for six months. They're tricky.

I walked the rest of the way home feeling grateful. Grateful for the mountains, for being able to experience this amazing country, for my kids and my husband and an overall pretty damn good life.

What's that you say? The world's economy is in the crapper and a fairly respectable man chose some crazy lady to be his vice presidential running mate? La-la-la-la-la *fingers in ears* - I can't hear you today. Not on my perfect Sunday.

We arrived home and T made breakfast and then I grabbed a cup of coffee, a magazine and sat out on the front porch for hours. T commented that we must be getting old. I don't know, but I was able to peacefully drink coffee and read an entire magazine in just one sitting. If that's getting old, I like it!!

Then, while my oldest baby was off playing "Aliens" I sat and watched my youngest baby do this...

And then this...

And eventually, worried the inside of my home might be feeling a bit neglected and lonely since it's used to always having me around, I joined it to do this for the rest of the evening...

And it was good.

And Nothing But the Tooth!

Some may see the loss of their child's first tooth as a bittersweet moment, excited to start the tooth fairy tradition, yet sad, for it's another reminder their baby isn't quite a baby after all. 

But I say WTF First Tooth?!?! All the pain, trouble, sleepless nights, drool, tylenol, motrin, orajel, wet washcloths, teething tablets and DROOL, for what? 5 1/2 measly years? Then you're outta here? Oh I'm sorry - were you not aware, Tooth, of all our family endured during your arrival? All of the pain and the screaming while you took your sweet time coming in - and now you just skip out on us? 

Disgraceful!

What do you make of this plant?

It's growing behind the fence in our yard. At first we thought it was a weed, and then it turned into this - which still could be a weed. Who knows?

An American in Paris Japan

Hmm.... what could possibly have those Japanese kids so intrigued?

I don't know, but it's gotta be good. They're moving in for a closer look! Is it a monster? A freak of nature? An adorable kitten? (they really like adorable kittens out here)

Oh! There's a break in the crowd and it's........

my SON!

Who is actually quite scared of kids in general and eventually shut down and played dead. I'm not kidding. When he gets freaked out, he drops to the ground and plays possum. It's kinda funny really. 

find a happy place! find a happy place!

Poor L! He was the hottest exhibit that day at the aquarium. We're talking hair stroking, skin poking, hands on learning! It must be rough being blonde and blue-eyed. T finally rescued him, but not before we had a good laugh and a few photos.

Parents of the Year, I tell ya!

Seriously?

Every year I sew the boys' Halloween costumes. My mom made mine and I swore I would do the same for my children. It's definitely not about saving money - that's for sure. It's about making memories, and lots and lots of cuteness. However, since letting M take control over the great Halloween Costume Decision things have really gotten crazy.  

First, I have to take you back to the good ol' days, the days when I got to choose, and could stick to something I knew I could pull off. 

Remember this adorableness?

Okay, so I don't know if adorableness is actually a word, but it pretty much sums up my cutie-pie. Here's year two (mommy was still in charge)...

And then, the third Halloween, when I most reluctantly released control of the costume decision making. The year of the Dinosaur! And not just any dinosaur. A Stegosaurus. One whose plates had to be just so - and the spikes, just right! I had birthed a perfectionist, who insisted on complete accuracy - and it was rough!

2006 was Pirate year. A pirate Captain! I must admit I enjoyed making this one. I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't caring for a brand new baby and a 3 year old all by myself, while trying to sew this fabulous costume, while my husband relaxed on vacation was tdy. But I digress.

We are all aware of M's deep, unshakeable love of Transformers. We all knew what was coming. I started my research early and together M & I came up with this!  I'm pretty sure it almost killed me. We're talking multiple prototypes, duct tape, spray paint and of course, sewing.  I was working late into the night on October 30th. Certainly nothing could ever be as difficult as this one...

And now...this????

Wha? Sonic the Hedgehog? You mean, the blue guy with spikes coming out the back of his head and along his back? 

Let me reiterate - Giant. Blue. Spikes. Coming out the back of his head!!!!!

Why does my son hate me? Why do I let him do this to me?

It's gotta be that adorableness thing...

He's using it against me.

Why are we doing this to our children?

At Kiddie Disco they play this terrible, awful game called Pass the Present. All of the kids are forced to sit in a circle and pass around 2 or so presents while the music plays. When the music stops the child is then forced to pass the present one more time and watch their neighbor remove one layer of wrapping paper. Then the music starts again. This goes on and on until the present is finally revealed and "won" by the child who removed the last layer of paper. They do this twice in 3 hours. It's a good "lesson" for the kids the DJ says.

That, along with Bingo and two rounds of musical chairs had T and me wondering, "Where is the play? Where is the fun?" All I saw was competition - and a whole lot of losing. 

Why are we forcing disappointment and loss on our kids in order to educate them? Does life itself not provide enough of that on its own? Rejection, loss, failure, embarrassment - it's on the playground, in our homes, in our heads. It will find our children, that is something we can be certain of.

Whatever happened to just running, playing, dancing? Freedom. Innocence. 

Whatever happened to living life - and learning from it? I know in M & L's future there will be plenty of sitting. There will be plenty of waiting their turn. There will be plenty of working hard for something they want and not getting it. There will be plenty of pain, hurt, and tears.

I am not trying to shelter my children from any of that.

It's just...the sweet, true bliss of childhood is so brief. And I don't know, maybe we're all trying to prepare our children for that simple fact. One day they will have to grow up. 

But in doing that, doesn't anyone see...

We're rushing it.