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Jungle duck!

Posted on 2017.09.10 at 22:02
To tie a bow on it, here is the finished elevated house:

You can see the cute picnic table our contractor made for fun. And for comparison, the before shot:

Same old house, all growed up.


champion of costumes

champion of getting stuck in this toy trunk.

 "Haaalp!" he hollered.  I hugged him tight as I laughed helplessly, after we fished him off the edge.

champion of wearing this bunny scarf, which Pokey also adored:

pictured here at age four.


"I just wish I could go back, back to when I was a little girl," Ace whimpered, tragically.

When Ace is tired, she gets very weepy and pathetic. She was holding my hand, walking to the Pride festival at the park with me, half-crying. (She would have fallen asleep if she'd have gotten in the big jogging stroller with Rascal, but she refused, because she was panicking about the stroller flipping over, because that is exhausted Ace logic. So she walked and whimpered and was so tragic.)

 We had a moment of quiet. Then she said, "Mama. Even though I'm not crying outloud anymore, I'm still upset."

Happier, later.

Ace wanted to show me her dance.
"Hang on," I said, "I'm making myself some food."
"When I was little, my daddy used to say, Make your own food!" said Ace, nostalgically.
"You are little!" Hawaii guffawed. "Daddy's right over there! And he never says that!"


Pokey, what Spanish words did you learn in school today? Ventana, corriendo, and sombrero. (Cumulative for the week, not all on the same day. I think it's fun to inquire each day.)

"Sombrero means the same as it does in English," he informed me.

As mentioned above, we took the kids to the Pride festival on Saturday, outside in the park. There was live music, and in between, an emcee trying to entertain the (sparse) crowd. The emcee announced a singing competition. A handful of teenagers and kids got up on stage. Lo and behold, Pokey was among them. We all wondered what exactly was his plan.

On his turn, Pokey belted out the following schoolyard chant, directly into the microphone:

Train train number 9.
Going down Chicago line.
If the train goes off the track,
do I get my money back?
Yes, no, maybe so!
Choo choo choo.

We were all stunned that he kept his composure up there. Voting was by applause and he did not win.

At the next break between bands, the emcee this time had a Cher Lip Sync Contest.

This time Pokey, his twin friends, and Hawaii all got up on stage. Now: none of them had ever heard the song "Do You Believe (in Life After Love)?" (although now they're very familiar with the first 30 seconds.) None of them know who Cher is, and for that matter, they don't really know what a lipsync contest is.

Pokey watched the first six contestants with studied calculations. When it was his turn, he turned it on. Pokey danced his heart out.  Jammies reported, "Pokey was eyeing these girls in the front row. If they clapped and reacted to a move, he did it ten more times, bigger and better." He threw everything at that performance.

For participating, Hawaii was given these Minnie Mouse ears/bow, which Ace adores.

The bow lights up in the dark. (Hawaii's performance was muted, compared to the dance moves I've seen her improvise at home.)

And Pokey?

He won a goddamn tablet.  Good lord. The rest of the prizes had been t-shirts and plastic necklaces, so we were all taken a bit aback. Pokey was very pleased. (If you'll recall, Pokey is pathologically competitive. Always nice when one's vices are rewarded.)

Later there was one last singing contest. Hawaii and Pokey both got up again. Pokey sang some song about a fat cat, and Hawaii sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Tiny Hawaii singing to a very sparse end-of-the-day crowd.  Neither Hawaii nor Pokey won anything.


Bought herself this tail at the Pride festival:

Wore it to HEB when she accompanied me grocery shopping. May be intending to wear it to school, possibly with her unicorn horn.

With respect to Pokey's bloody knee, Hawaii says: "I mean, if it's just a little blood, you can make a blood picture, and that's fun. But a lot of blood....bleyech! So gross!"

They were all quietly (independently) playing Legos. So sweet.

Hawaii wandered towards the front of the house: "MOOOM. DAAAD. I need some boxes. Lots of boxes."  Jammies cordially directed her towards where we keep a bunch of small boxes.

Why does Hawaii need a lot of small boxes?

It turns out that Hawaii's legos were driving her crazy.  She has three sets of Legos. Now each set is organized. Each one has its own group, above. You see all those labels?

The labels tell you which color pieces you'll find inside the box. So if you're looking for a Light Tan Ariel Lego, you'd know to look in the Ariel group, box labelled Gray, Tan, and Gold.   What, isn't this how most kids play with Legos?

OJ-wojay and Fluffikins

They're very pretty cats, although maybe that's just youthfulness.  And they like my company.

OJ snuggles some, but not a ton.

Fluffy likes intense affection, but she is quite skittish about the kids, and won't cuddle.

Jungle duck! That little white guy, on the left.


The weather has been bizarrely pleasant this week. Usually I'm braced to hate September, and instead this year, I find myself moved to emotion.

It's all so pretty: the children, the trees, the sunlight. I find myself overcome.


(Anonymous) at 2017-09-11 13:21 (UTC) (Link)
It HAS been gorgeous! Usually it doesn't become pleasant until mid-October. Holy moly, your kids are funny!

heebie_geebie at 2017-09-18 04:25 (UTC) (Link)
Aw thanks! They crack me up like nothing else.
Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2017-09-11 14:07 (UTC) (Link)


That was exactly why I disliked legos, the inability to find the pieces I needed. I was never as organized as Hawaii, sadly. I just gave up on legos.
heebie_geebie at 2017-09-18 04:26 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Legos

It is really boring, to sit there poring over a mass of little gray pieces for one with peculiar characteristics, and have that be the bulk of your time.

For some reason, I barely remember Legos as a toy in my childhood at all, although I know we had them. Possibly for this reason.
(Anonymous) at 2017-09-11 22:12 (UTC) (Link)

J, Robot

I still want Hawaii to come organize my craft room (and life?) for me.
heebie_geebie at 2017-09-18 04:27 (UTC) (Link)

Re: J, Robot

She would LOVE to do so.
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