I’m not a big selfie person, but I love this one. It’s 55% Dipper.
Cats are supposed to have 30 teeth. Katie had 22 when she went to the vet on Monday. She came home with 14. You can see how she feels about that.
That’s actually a significant improvement in her mood. As bad as it must have felt to have 8 teeth pulled, having 8 bad teeth felt worse.
That’s happy Katie who, by the way, is 13 just like Julia will be in one month, which is a teenager. A teenager! Holy shit, folks. HO-LY SHIT. Let’s talk about something else.
I have skin tags. You’ve likely seen them if you’ve ever seen me or searched for skin tags on the internet because there are more than a few websites using my photo.
I just happened to stumble upon one of the sites and then did a Google image search. I was surprised to see my neck show up again and again, promoting natural remedy blogs, doctor’s offices, medical sites, and more. I guess I have really great skin tags! But it bothered me that my photo was being used without my permission. I started contacting the webmasters to alert them to their error and ask them to remedy it. So far, everyone I’ve contacted has agreed to take it down, though one had to be asked twice. Some apologized. One even offered to compensate me for the use of the photograph and I like that guy the most.
Okay, haiku time.
two parents, four kids
two ballgames, three dance classes
let’s hope that it rains
I’ve been staying up late cross-stitching and listening to podcasts.
I just finished the family heart and have started a sweet little sampler featuring a 90s rap lyric. After that, I’ll stitch a Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure sampler. (I’ll share pictures when they’re done.) Then, I may just design my own pattern because I am the captain of my soul.
Today was track and field day at the elementary school. Look at my girls run!
Lucy also did the softball throw and rocked a side ponytail.
I missed getting a picture of Phoebe doing the long jump, but I can tell you she got fourth place and felt enormously pleased with that.
This week on Gretchen Rubin’s Happier podcast, she recommended writing a daily haiku. Remember when I used to do a daily haiku? Those were the days, folks! I’d like to say I’m going to start that up again, but let’s take it a day at a time starting with today.
school’s out on Friday
the kids can’t wait to sleep in
but I know they won’t
The youngest three kids made me breakfast in bed, which they ate themselves, in my bed. And they made me some lovely crafts which they forgot to clean up after doing, but it was alright because they decided they’d leave that to me. You know how moms love doing that stuff! After Julia woke up, they all presented me with a card, some cash, and a sweet poem she’d written telling me to GO SHOPPING! We ordered Chinese for dinner so I wouldn’t have to cook and could instead sit on the couch and cross-stitch while watching Twister with my mom. So I guess you could say it was a pretty great day.
The weather was beautiful all weekend. We spent some time outside and that felt good.
We took the guinea pigs out for a while and that somehow magnified their cuteness. I mean, LOOK AT SPOTTY RUN!
Julia’s team won their first softball game of the season, yesterday.
I missed it because I was watching Prince Charming perform with his dance class for some nursing home residents.
This would be the perfect spot for some emojis because there are no words.
Yesterday was Julia’s first game of the softball season and her first ever pitching.
I am so proud of her for trying something new! Pitcher is a high pressure position. She is sharing it with another team member – when one pitches, the other catches. I get so nervous watching her! It actually stresses me out to watch any of the kids play. My stomach churns when they go up to bat and I pray that they’ll hit it. They usually do and I realize my anxiety comes from my own experience with sports. I was never an asset to any team I was on. I know how it feels to see your coach hang his head and hear the crowd groan at your performance. I was an outfielder at best. I did have a kickass volleyball serve that landed me a spot on the varsity team in high school. My coach was never so nervous as those moments between my serve and his first opportunity to take me out of the game. He would give an audible sigh of relief when I’d take my place on the bench. I created such conflict in that man. He hated himself for loving my serve. Any time I played softball, I just wished to be walked because I was scared of striking out. Julia is furious if she’s walked. She wants to crush it! I love that about her.
Here is something I love about Jackson. He sings. For me and to me.
I know, his face is dirty. It’s always dirty. Last night, I washed it immediately before we walked out the door for the softball game. By the time I was strapping him into his car seat, it was filthy again. How did this happen? It is the mystery of age 4. He’s living his Filthy Face Years. He also has two warts on his face. And, a broken tooth in the front. Much of what is left of the tooth is yellow because there is enamel missing. People notice these things. But when he sings? Love and joy.
Phoebe has been singing, lately, too. She’s on a real Queen bender. We listen to Queen plenty, but she watched the video for Bohemian Rhapsody recently and was completely awed by it. She’s been working her way though all the songs on Queen’s YouTube channel. She can’t get enough of Freddie Mercury’s theatrics and pays close attention to the way he changed his look from one song to another. And of course, she is blown away by his voice. She has specific moments in each song that she especially loves. She’ll listen to an “oooh” or some phrase again and again and sing it herself. Anyway, now we’re trying to convince Julia to learn this so she can sing along.
Softball season is here. It has begun and there’s no turning back now! Lucy had her first official game last night. Here she is scoring her first run of the year.
Julia’s games begin next week. Phoebe’s will start in June. There will be thirty regular season games. Then, there will be tournaments. I’m not even thinking about practices. Julia and Lucy have been practicing with their teams since April, but I’ve only taken them to one because Dave takes care of that. (Thank you, Dave!)
Game day was windy. How windy was it? Well, look at this.
Our trees lost some branches. Big ones. And speaking of the damaging force of nature, check this out.
Dave hit another deer. Or this one hit him, I guess. It ran into the car. Julia was riding with him and thankfully, neither one of them was hurt.
Sadly, the deer didn’t make it. The car wasn’t totaled this time, but it is busted up enough to justify a rental car for a few days.
He’s a little guy. His hands are little. His features are small. He’s a little guy. (We should have named him Garmin!)
I know this is starting to seem a little bit like the whole fish tank affair what with the getting the new guy, a new cage and a bigger cage and even more supplies, but the thing is, these guys are furry and cuddly. FURRY AND CUDDLY. Totally worth it.
Yesterday was the first day back to school after a short spring break and oh, it was ROUGH waking up. I don’t remember back to school after Christmas break being this hard. I think it has something to do with the longer days and pleasant weather and having had a little taste of what summer feels like. The kids love school, but they also really love summer vacation. After enjoying either of those things a while, we start to anticipate the shift back to the other. We are at the counting down point of school. 28 school days until summer vacation!
Lucy turned nine on Easter, though we did a lot of the celebrating the day before. Here she is making her birthday wish.
And here she is holding her birthday present.
That’s the most adorable guinea pig in the world. She calls him Spotty.
Oh my goodness, WE LOVE HIM.
It was a lot of fun to welcome a new pet, especially after losing one recently. Our cat Fluffy died last Thursday. Julia always claimed him as hers, but he found his way into all of our hearts. We spent the first day of break weeding and putting mulch down in The Jungle and it was lonely without that orange snaggletoothed beast winding his way around our feet and arms and brushing against us as we worked. He was the most talkative cat I ever met. And he had an incredible ability to hop in a lap as quickly as it appeared. His breath was as horrible as his personality was sweet. He loved us. He always wanted to be with us, which is not the usual way of a cat. His absence has left a gaping wound and, even this morning, the ache is incredible. We really miss him.
Since Lucy’s birthday happened during break, they didn’t celebrate it at school until this week. I sent in cupcakes.
Not just three, though. I made 30 for school and 18 more for Dave’s work and our dessert. It took all day to make them. It would have been so much faster if I’d had Wilton tip #233 to make the grass! I need to buy it! The cupcakes are meant to be eggs in a nest because Lucy is ALL ABOUT hatching eggs right now. There’s a bird’s nest full of eggs in the lid of our propane tank we’ve been watching and they’ve been incubating chicken eggs in Lucy’s classroom for weeks. They did some candling before break and yesterday during school one of the eggs hatched! The kids got to see it in real time which was THE MOST EXCITING THING EVER for Lucy. She really wanted us to be an adoptive family for some of the chicks, but we’re just not ready for that, yet. We just got a guinea pig! And maybe we’ll get one more. Some people say it’s best to have two. I only had one when I was a kid and he seemed very satisfied with our life together. But last night we were watching a video about what guinea pig noises mean and when Spotty heard those sounds, he was like, “WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?!?!?” So maybe we’ll get another. Probably. Maybe.
Lucy and Phoebe came home from school yesterday with the biggest chocolate bar I have ever seen.
Their names had been put in a drawing for participating in the latest fundraiser and one of them was picked as the lucky winner of the 11,400 calorie prize. (We’re not sure which name was drawn. This is probably best for peace-keeping purposes.) Everyone posed for a picture with it and before you suggest that’s a weird thing to do or be excited about, consider that there is an entire amusement park dedicated to the love and celebration of this very candy bar.
Once we hauled it inside, the kids unwrapped it and stared in disbelief. Breathlessly Julia asked, “Mom, mom what do we do?” Lucy suggested they each take a corner and start gnawing. We ended up cutting off some pieces with a knife. The remainder is taking up an entire shelf in the refrigerator.