Archive for July 2010

Friday Fun

July 30, 2010

There’s no more fun way to spend your “day off” than getting immunization shots for the kids!  Yea!

The kids had to get one more set of shots required before they hit kindergarten in a month.  The response from the school had been “Oh, they can get it anytime before school starts” up until today. This morning it turned into “YOU MUST TURN IN THEIR UPDATED IMMUNIZATION INFORMATION CARD IMMEDIATELY OR YOUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER GET INTO HARVARD! DO NOT PASS GO!!! DO NOT COLLECT $200!!!”

So I called the kids’ pediatrician to inquire about getting these shots today, only to be told that the only office that could help me was several time zones away, which, taking into account the traffic we have around here, would require me to leave now in hopes of getting there by winter.

After packing up the kids and pack animals with the requisite supplies for the arduous journey, we set out.  Luckily it really only took 55 minutes to get there.  Along the way, I had prepped the kids for what was going to happen.

J took it like a champ.

A, however, acted as if she were preparing for a role in the latest Omen sequel.  I had no idea somebody so small could produce such a blood-curdling sound.  I’m sure the other parents in the waiting room appreciated the sense of dread this sound instilled in their children.

But, as always, ice cream heals all wounds.



July 29, 2010

In about a month, the kids will be starting kindergarten. Aside from the simple fact that they will be STARTING KINDERGARTEN, I’m slightly out of whack about the whole uniform thing. You see, the kids’ school requires uniforms.  To all-girls-Catholic-high-school-attending K, this is simply a way of life.

Not so much with me.

So K held my hand while we went uniform shopping for the kids.  She was practically, well, giddy as a school girl during the experience.

I, however, was slightly dumbfounded by the whole process.  Entire new words and phrases and expletives were introduced into my lexicon, like “jumper” and “black-watch” and …

… “that-little-scrap-of-cloth-cost-how-much?”


July 26, 2010

Nana arrived home on Saturday.  After surviving the trek across the 234° asphalt wasteland known as the airport parking lot, we settled in to wait for her at the luggage carousel.

J cools off on the terrazzo

A horribly over-zoomed shot of a happy Nana

I believe this shot, taken 0.275 seconds later, documents when they started asking "Did you bring me anything?"

Of course she did

One more day

July 23, 2010

Think J and A miss their Nana much?  Here’s where they’ve been sleeping all week:

On Nana's bed

Flower child

July 22, 2010

A’s latest work of art:

For those of you that don't read 5-year-old, those flowers are: Violet, Lilly, Daffodil, Tulip, Rose and Daisy

It now hangs proudly in our church’s flower room.

Farm Camp, part deux

July 19, 2010

There’s just something cathartic about writing a blog post while enjoying a cinnamon crunch bagel at Panera. You see, just as they did last year, the kids are spending the mornings this week at Farm Camp. And once again, K and I are taking some time off to enjoy 4 hours of (mostly) uninterrupted time to ourselves. I say “mostly” because, contrary to what some people believe, a church does not close up shop on Sunday evenings and open again the next Sunday morning. So I’ve got several meetings that will crash the party this week.

Here’s a shot of J and A as we dropped then off. Notice the lovely smile that A can produce on command, while J has already perfected the annoyed look usually found only in teenagers of the species.

Send out the bloodhounds

July 18, 2010

We’re starting to get a little worried. It’s been over 72 hours since we last saw the telltale signs of its presence. Usually, there are obvious signs that it has been near. The distant humming of strange machines, the smell of fabric softener, and, most importantly, the stacks of warm clothes that miraculously appear around the house. And since early Friday, none of those signs have been present. We are this close to filing a missing persons report.

Yes, our laundry fairy has gone missing.

If you see her, tell her to hurry back.

We’re starting to run out of underwear.