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A Few More Things…

Note: The first posting about last weekend is after this one (just the way my MT works), so don’t forget to read about that right after this…..).

Here are some pictures of what has been going on around here:

This is what happens when you don’t feed your child on time:

(Update: Please ignore appearance of this fridge.)

This is what happens when you don’t look where you’re going and end up breaking a toe. ::high voice:: And the little pinkie one, at that!

It doesn’t hurt too bad anymore. Besides, now I can put on my shoes!

Sporadic Update

Big (not to mention long) updates, for you faithful readers who have managed to outlast…..

First, Vacation Bible School is OVER!!! Yay!!!!

Ok, just kidding (sort of).

After VBS last weekend, the 5 of us plus Grandpop packed up for a little road trip. We traveled to Houston to visit our friends, the Hewletts. Greg and his lovely wife, Christine, are staying there while Greg perserveres through the last bit of chemo/radiation he’s taking for cancer. (Almost done, Greg! Yay!) Anyway, we had thoughts of visiting them and taking the kids to the beach at Galveston and general mayhem and messing around in south Texas.

We got there really really late (like 11pm) on Friday night, but the kids were wired, so we did what any self-respecting parents would do. We jumped on the beds (testing them out, you know). We got up “early” (ha!! Like 8am) to head to the beach, but the hotel restaurant was apparently under-staffed for breakfast, so we opted for Yuk-donald’s (Mark’s term for McDonald’s). In the “bad” part of town. Because we were lost. Sort of. Well, somehow we lived and made it to Interstate 45. Around 10am.

The first thing we did when we got to the beach was…..lock our keys in the car. Fortunately for us, Mark had left the windows down just enough to stick things in there to hopefully flip the unlock button. So we tried MANY things. The camera strap, the other camera strap, Mark’s sunglasses (I don’t know what we were thinking on that one), and even the umbrella stroller handles. Nothing seemed to work. After about 20 minutes of torturous and unfruitful labor, John saw the car’s antenna and he unscrewed it, stuck it in there and it worked really well! Crazy!

The girls absolutely LOVED the beach. Unfortunately, we didn’t bring their swimsuits because we thought we would only be there for a few minutes and then head back to meet up with the Hewletts, but we should have brought them anyway. At first, Lydia was scared and hung back, but Susanna set foot on the beach and never looked back. Within 5 minutes, Susanna was mostly covered head-to-toe in sand and seaweed and wet up to her armpits. They all built a sandcastle and played in the water. After about 10 minutes, Lydia ventured into the water with Mark and ended up being almost as wet and sandy as her sister. I carried Luke to where the waves were coming in and his eyes got REALLY BIG when the water would come rushing at his feet. He also seemed to be having a great time. I neglected to put sunscreen on his little tender baby scalp and left his hat in the car, so his little baby head is now all red. I’ll take that Bad Mother Of The Year Award, thank you. Just so you know I’m not a HORRIBLE MOTY, I did manage to slather sunscreen on everyone’s other parts, just not the baby’s head. After a poor job of de-sanding and de-seaweeding the children and a non-momentous, yet tasty, lunch, we headed back to Houston for a swim in the hotel pool. Then it was on to visit the Hewletts.

Pictures of the beach and some inhabitants…

We had a great time with great food and great company at Star Pizza and then onto 2115 Taft for coffee, books, and dancing. Dancing? Yes, the event that night was swing dancing complete with lessons. Well, we didn’t take official part in that activity, but the coffeehouse/bookstore/art gallery was open-walled, so to speak, so the music flowed over into the art gallery where we were, so we all cut a bit o’ rug. Even Greg, though I think that we wore him out. He was a good sport, as always! (Greg has a much better description of our time together here on his blog, as many of you may have already read! I don’t know anything at all about Trackbacking, so please pardon my ignorance and peruse on over to his blog for more fascinating details.)

And on the way back to the hotel:

After our time with Greg and Christine, we got back to the hotel late. But the kids held up really well. I was pleasantly surprised. We got up the next morning to go to church before we left town, but decided to eat a Father’s Day breky-do at Denny’s on the way. It was the best Denny’s breakfast I have ever eaten. Probably b/c it was Father’s Day, right? Right.

So we went to church and right after church, Luke barfed all over me (you knew I couldn’t post something without the words “barf” or “vomit” or “throw up” in it, right?). It was pretty icky, but we cleaned up and went to lunch at The Best Mexican Food Restaurant Ever. The real name of the place is 100% Taquitos (No link found). It’s authentic Mexican food. Like the stuff that Peter is eating right now. Yummy!!! Much better than Tex-Mex, in my humble opinion.

Well, that’s the sum-up of the weekend. I will try to get back here soon and post more bloggety goodness before the day is over, but you probably know you shouldn’t hold your breath on that.

The Difference Between Boys and Girls

Also entitled “How To Waste Time With a Digital Camera Even Though There Are A Bajillion Other PRODUCTIVE Things To Do, Like VBS Stuff and How About That Pile of Laundry?”. Anyway…..

Exhibit A:
Cinderella (Hair by Lydia)

Exhibit B:
BOY treatment of Cinderella:
(Ha ha, my pretty! I will crush you!)

Exhibit C:
GIRL treatment of Cinderella:
(Oh! My little Poopsie! I will hug you and kiss you and take care of you and keep you warm and fix your hair so pretty….)

Just in case any of you had any questions on this topic.

Conversation with 3 year old

Now I remember what I was going to post earlier….

I had this conversation with Lydia soon after awakening this morning….

Me (yawning): Ok, girls….Mommy has to go into the attic to find some stuff to take to the church garage sale (this weekend).
Lydia: Can we take my (Fisher Price Animal Sounds) zoo?
Me: I thought you liked your zoo.
Lydia: I do, but we should take it.
Me: Honey, we are taking stuff so that the youth can sell it.
Lydia: (blank look)
Me: The youth kids are going to camp and they need money to get there.
Lydia: (blank look)
Me: So I don’t think you want to give them your zoo, do you? You would never see it again.
Lydia: NO! Why do they want my zoo?
Me: No, no, no, sweetie. They don’t want your zoo. They need things that they can sell. (Lydia’s eyes widening) For money. (Eyes wider still) To get to camp.
Lydia: (shriek!) But I want my zoo! (more shrieking!) I would never see it again!! (near hysterical)
Me: Ok, nevermind….Who wants breakfast?

Somedays it’s a struggle to just get out of bed, ya know?

More From the Random Bits File

Not a whole lot of action in the blogging world from Ole Angie these days, eh? I’m not sure exactly what I’m behind on, but that’s the deal. Quicken is giving me fits, and I’m in charge of Vacation Bible School registration. Which means various things, but mostly keeping track of the young-uns and putting them in the correct age-appropriate classes. I did manage to secure a notary public I needed to sign off on medical release forms which have become the bane of my existence, but I will stop there as I am completely thrilled to have found one! Yay!

In other news…..

You know your career is in serious trouble when you find yourself on Sesame Street. What’s up with Alison Krauss and Union Station? I thought they were doing well. Mark was shocked (they are one of his favorite bands). Oh well, maybe there’s room for them on Sesame Street….

Also….

As for the wheat-free diet, I’m on it. There is a distinct history of Celiac Disease in my family, so I decided to try it (right before Lydia did her appendix dance). I’ve been on it ever since (almost 2 months) and I can say that I actually feel better. I don’t know how to describe it. Just trust me. The downside is that I don’t eat much tasty bread anymore. And I say “tasty” in that the stuff I’ve been eating is more like sandpaper with all the delectability of sand. But it’s almost to the point where I don’t really mind. I just don’t go anywhere near a pizza restaurant. So it’s difficult, but not too bad now that I’m used to it.

That’s all the news I have for now. Check back when I’m caught up on Quicken and VBS is VBSed!