Monday, March 31, 2008
Ellie (pointing at Nephi): Hey, that looks like the missionary!
(Side note: in this picture, Nephi has black hair; both the missionaries in our ward right now are blond.)
Chris: Maybe you can be a missionary one day.
Me: Yeah, when you're grown up.
E: Yeah! When I grow up I can get a missionary!
Step 1: Have Grandma and Grandpa(pa) arrive on Friday, the very beginning of Spring Break, and stay through Tuesday. Do all kinds of fun stuff with them, like watching movies at home, going to the zoo, going out to dinner, going to the movies, playing house, and teasing Grandpa(pa) about his bald spot.
Step 2: In order to keep grandparent withdrawl to a minimum, plan a playdate for the day after they leave. Ideally, the friends should have a child for each of yours (spares are okay, too), and a mother you are comfortable having constantly interrupted conversations with. Spend the whole morning and a good part of the afternoon with them. Walk to and from their house, a half mile away, (in the rain) so you’re good and worn out by bedtime.
Step 3: On Thursday, have friends over to play at your house. All day.
Step 4: Spend Friday morning running errands and the rest of the day playing games and completely ignoring all housework and other homemaker duties. Make pigs in a blanket for dinner, because it takes no work whatsoever and everyone thinks it’s funny.
Step 5: Saturday = errands day! Optional activities for this day include daddy-daughter dates to the well-loved Saturday Market and attempting to clean nail polish off of the toilet seat, stepstool, floor, and one very cute (and beautifully purple) two-year-old. (Look! I’m painting my toes! Oh, but I spilled a little. Actually, Mommy, I spilled a lot. See?”) FYI: it comes off the toilet, stepstool and floor easily. The two-year-old, not so much.
Possible side effects to this 5-step program may include: uncontrollable giggling, way too much fun for their own good, a messy house, exhaustion at the end of it all, and children who know that they're loved.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
We went to the Rabbit Run at the zoo, and we met the Easter Bunny. It's hard to tell in the picture, but Ellie thought this was the most awesome thing ever. Well, at least until we got to pet the real bunny. THAT was truly the most awesome thing ever.
We had a really nice Easter Sunday. The program at Church was better than usual, and the Primary kids sang two different times, which helped break up the time for them, since the program was during the Sunday School hour (meaning we'd already been sitting in the chapel for an hour and 10 minutes before it even started). Having Grandma and Grandpa(pa) there helped, too, I'm sure. In fact, I actually got to pay attention and hear the majority of the meeting!
Here's the girls in their Easter dresses, hamming it up for the camera. It didn't help that there were two cameras going off, since Grandma had to take pictures, too. Hers probably turned out better, though.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
You will most definitely have to click on the picture if you want to see Vicki's fish. Since she's already had a Beta once, many years ago, she chose the other variety of fish that the pet store guy (who I think honestly believed I was out of my mind, walking in there with this crazy fishbowl and asking all kinds of questions with three kids alternately hanging off me and running wild through the store screaming things like, "Puppies, Mama, they have puppies! Aaaaaaaaggggghhh! The puppies are barking at me!") said could live in our bowls: White Cloud Fish. Mostly they're clear, though. He said up to three would be happy in there, so say hello to Annabelle, Rosalina, and Lizabeth, called (of course) Anna, Rose, and Liz for short. We have no idea which is which.
We're so cool now that we have pets.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
It was definitely a good choice. It was soooooooo good, and not your "traditional" Mexican fare. In other words, there wasn't a taco to be found on the menu. Our appetizer, far from the typical chips and guacamole, was grilled goat cheese wrapped in banana leaves with a side of pumpkin seed salsa. Chris ordered white prawns with fried plantains and I had enchiladas with diced pumpkin. Wow. And we had black beans that had been cooked with some sort of herb that's similar to mint, but we can't remember the name to duplicate it at home, darn it. Anyway, such good food. If you're ever in Portland, definitely worth a visit.
Other local favorites:
Pastini - okay, it's a chain, but it's still excusively Portland!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Today after school Vicki informed me that she'd told two of her friends that I'd be happy to make them each a Monchhichi costume for them to wear in the school talent show. Apparently their teacher has, for some inexplicable reason, taught them the Monchhichi jingle. Which I had not thought of in years, if ever, really. I remember them from the 80's, but I never had one and was never really all that excited about them. But now I'm expected to sew not one but three costumes of the ugly little things so that Vicki, Larisa, and Maria can dress up like them and, respectively, sing the jingle, play it on the piano, and play it on the violin. I suppose I should be grateful that Vicki has such confidence in my sewing abilities. Now I need to constructive way to tell her it's never going to happen.
And for those of you who don't remember the jingle, enjoy this. I know I did, all 30 times the girls watched it before I decided it is possible to have too much Monchhichi.
I had to take a picture because it looks like she just fell over, which is pretty much exactly what happened. Then we went to our friends' house for Family Home Evening, and we lost track of the time and didn't get home until after 9:00, which meant the girls didn't get to bed until after 10pm (not that Ellie would have fallen asleep any earlier anyway, thanks to her early-evening catnap).
On Monday I got a call from the school - it seems like they call me a lot - to tell me that Lexi was in the office coughing up a storm and complaining of not feeling good, so could I please come get her. I brought her home and she laid around the rest of the afternoon. We had the missionaries over for dinner at 6:30, and she ate about six bites and then said she was finished and went upstairs and put herself to bed.
Vicki, of course, was completely unaffected by it. The only issue she ever has with sleep is that she just doesn't want to do it.
I read in the paper that it takes the average person 5 days for a person's body to adjust to the time change. Today is day 4. I never thought I'd say this, but please, please, puh-leeez let my children be average!
Monday, March 10, 2008
This is all the Girl Scout cookies that are left in my house! Hooray!!! One case is being mailed to Grandma Y. as soon as I can get to the post office, one case is going home with Grandma E. when they come up in two weeks, and one case contains 5 boxes for some friends from church that we haven't been able to connect with yet. Sales end today and we'll have everything totaled up and prizes sent away for by Friday, and then NO MORE COOKIES! (until next January)
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
It was one of those moments that you almost wait for once you start down the road of motherhood. You know, the "I told my teacher three months ago that you'd make all the authentic Indian costumes for our Thanksgiving feast that's happening tomorrow" kind of moment. Vicki's exact words (as well as I can remember them) were, "Um, Mommy? You know the play we've been working on when we do drama? The one I was telling you about a while ago? Well, um, we're doing it at 12:40 and I really want you to be there."
How on earth do you say no to that? By repeatedly sending her back to her teacher for more information I figured out that the plays were starting at 12:40, but that each one was about 15 minutes, and her class's was last. So I promised to get there when I could, woke the sleeping kiddos, fed Violet lunch, grabbed a pack of fruit snacks for Ellie, and hurried to the school. I even made it in time to see the class before hers.
The play was great. Not because they were artistically spectacular, or because the kids knew all (or any) of their lines, or because the costumes or props were particularly well-designed. It was great because the kids were having a fabulous time being a part of something that they had been working on for weeks, and because they designed their own costumes and chose their own parts. Vicki was a robot. There were robots, pirates, aliens, and killer bunnies. It made no sense whatsoever, but those kids had a blast and felt really good about themselves.
I'm glad she called me.