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Photo dump, dump, dump it up.

Posted on 2015.03.22 at 19:57
For Spring Break, they fought a lot, but I didn't document those parts. Instead:

I sent Rascal to his daycare - which stayed open - and stayed home with the three big kids. Confidential to Rascal: I felt sort of bad about that.  But it's much easier to take the big kids places without a baby.

Without a baby, we walked to the river:

buried flowers in the mud:

and threw a bunch of rocks in the river, and then threw our socks in the river, at which point I got fed up.

So I fed them graham crackers.

On the way home, Hawaii had amassed a giant bouquet of flowers. Hokey Pokey desperately wanted a specific purple flower from the bouquet, which Hawaii (sensing great power) wouldn't give.

After a while, she gave him a different flower, which partially appeased him.

Then she flung his favorite flower into the river and it floated away.  Pokey bawled his eyes out.

On a different day, we got our face painted:

(only Hawaii) and swung in a hammock:

and frolicked in a whole lot of cacti:

I lounged on my friend's deck. Hawaii's voice floated out from the kitchen, clear as a bell: "No, I can't have one but I can sneak one."

A moment later the kids trooped outside with chocolate-protein-fake-healthy bars. Hawaii showed me, excitedly, how duplicitous she'd been. I was indulgent.

On other days we hired a babysitter, who took them to the zoo and the park. Thank god for baby-sitters. The babysitter posted some photos of the kids on Facebook. (He asked my permission first.) In the comment thread, all these other college kids fawned over the Geeblets and went on about how much they missed the kids they babysit for. One said "I bawled my eyes out when I left my kids!" Our babysitter said, "I know I will!" It was very sweet and weird to read how affectionate they all were to our little stinkers.


At xfit on Friday, there were only two of us. The trainer was perceptibly cranky about wasting his time on two overweight women. He wasn't exactly mad at us, but mad at the missing Spring Breakers. He lost major points with me for this revealed sexism and general lack of professionalism.

On the other hand, I set a new PR: I front-squatted 125 lbs. Personal best! Personal best! (He should have been cheering.) The other woman front-squatted 165 lbs.

Big Cat is inching along towards death. Our nighttime routine has deteriorated all to hell because I now have to give him pills at night. To be sure, his arthritis pain has decreased substantially since we started the pills.

I hate wrestling an unhappy, elderly cat. The wrestling momentarily exacerbates his arthritis, too - twice he has peed on me shortly thereafter. (Because of the IV fluids, his urine is very dilute and watery, not the awful pungent distinct cat piss odor. Silver linings.)


On yet another day, Jammies took the day off from work, and we all went to the Children's Museum. Hawaii expertly swaddles a baby doll:

Ace expertly gets very wet:

Pokey pokies:

The biggest kids climbed:

while a medium kid watched:

and this one slept:

One night Hokey Pokey was super mad at me. In his most angry growl he said, "You have to sleep with me tonight!" I'd ended storytime abruptly, mid-story, because no one was paying attention and they were squabbling. They were very upset.

"Go to bed," I said. "You have to sleep with me, or else I'm not going!" said Pokey, indignantly.  Awww. (I did not.)

SO MANY PHOTOS! Why stop now?  We took Ace for her first hair cut:




I sorted heaps and heaps of clothes, dumping winter in favor of summer. We said goodbye to Ace's beloved squeaky shoes:

They were really great in an airport or in a crowd. Squeak, squeak, squeak! Uh-oh, where's she going?

Ace loved them a lot. The soles are totally flapping loose, and so they went to the trash can.

Ace says, "Rascal's sooooo cute!" Then I say, "He's probably thinking the same thing about you!"

I've been blogging here for ten years. Happy anniversary to me!


puzzlement at 2015-03-23 08:10 (UTC) (Link)
Happy anniversary!
(Anonymous) at 2015-03-25 22:51 (UTC) (Link)
That is *so* weak about the trainer being a jerk
heebie_geebie at 2015-03-30 02:28 (UTC) (Link)
Isn't it? It has permanently darkened my opinion of him.
heebie_geebie at 2015-03-30 02:28 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you much!
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