Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Checkin Up

diva-1 munch-1

My girls are growing up.  It’s no surprise.  The other day I took them for a check up, year 5 and year 3.  Diva had two shots, a TB test and a finger prick and didn’t even flinch.  She rocked it.  Even the nurse said she was amazing.  And there I sat wondering why on earth the simple act of brushing her hair causes her to have a nuclear meltdown.  I’ll never understand. 

Diva is 40% for height and weight.  Miss Munchkin?  30% for weight and 20% for height.  Yeah, she’s a shorty.  But she packs a lot of energy in her small stature and I have to admit her muscular, chubby little legs (that she’s had since 3 months old!) are just one of the many things I love about her.

Yesterday the girls and I swam for a good hour.  Just us.  And yes I actually got IN the pool with them and swam and played with them like I was 10 years old again.  It was the best. Diva and I dove for “tor-cheetos” (torpedos), judged one another’s hand stands, tried to guess what the other was saying under water while Munchkin used me as a halfway point trying to swim from wall to wall.  I worked with her on treading water so she could come up for air.  We’re getting there. 

I love my little girls.  I just wish they would stay little for a bit longer.  Is that so much to ask?

Friday, July 22, 2011

paint4-1 kitty-1

Wow.  Apparently Diva did a really great paint job.  (see post below)


So, we don’t own a cat.  Probably never will.  But this morning as I was upstairs getting ready for the day I turned around and there she was.  A cat.  Um.  Okay?  How in the…?  Where did she…?  Then I realized the girls had left the front door open and she (or he, really what do I know?) must have wandered in.  She mosied around the house, licked the girls’ cereal bowls and enjoyed sprawling across the stairs while the girls enthusiastically pet her and scratched her back.  And I must say, she is quite the mellow creature.  Most cats I know are skittish and angry and do NOT like kids.  But she was different so I didn’t mind letting her stay for a bit.  I don’t know who she belongs to but I’m sure we’ll see her again. 

In other news:


Little M is a officially a swimmer.  She has had no lessons or help.  In fact, whenever hubby or myself tried to guide her in the right direction, she would scream and cling to us and refused to let go.  So I said forget it and left her to hang out on the steps.  I guess that was enough for her, because she figured how to swim above the safety of the steps and then just two days ago she jumped (belly flopped) right in and never looked back. 



I am grateful for the convenience of having several pools so close!

Oh, and how in the heck do you get the green out of blonde hair?? She’s going to resemble….someone with green hair. 

Thursday, July 14, 2011


All I know is that I was tired and half dozing in a chair I set up outside while the girls played.   They were painting and riding bikes and suddenly I became aware of Diva saying, “Now hold still and I’ll paint your face like a kitty.”   And the very obliging response, “Okaaaay.”   I didn’t even open my eyes or move one inch because like I said I was tired.  And they were playing.  And I was tired.  And it was washable paint. 

Besides, she looked hilarious.paint1-1   paint4-1 paint2-1



The hand of the artist.

Oh I hope this heat would never come back.  I love this weather so much I would marry it. 

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


My girls can only spend so many consecutive days in the sun.  Munchkin is in fact, developing a tan that makes people question whether or not she is of Latino descent.  A white-blonde blue-eyed Latino munchkin. 

So.  Some days we need a break.  And when it’s 100+ degrees outside the only other option is to stay indoors and drive mommy crazy with “creations.”


Today they made soup.  Or was it cookies.  Or cupcakes.  Or maybe it was just dinner.  Either way it looked downright disgusting.  They even ate it.  Or part of it. 


And what did mommy do while the girls made a grand ol’ mess?  Why I cranked up the oven (I mean who DOESN’T like a hot oven when it feels almost exactly the same outside?) and popped in some banana bread. 


Funny sidenote:  Diva loves Food Network.  “Neckwork” she calls it.  Which makes it sounds like some kind of workout for the elderly.  Anyway, whenever I am whipping up something in the kitchen she tells me to do Food Neckwork.  Which means she wants me to look up at the wall and talk to the “camera” and give them a step by step explanation of what I am doing.  And I don’t feel the least bit silly telling my tile backsplash that I am now mashing the bananas to add to my egg/butter/sugar mixture.  And somehow, whenever I play this game I suddenly have an English accent when the only British food stars I can currently think of are Jamie Oliver and Curtis Stone (or is he an Aussie?).  But boy, does Diva love it.  And she is quite the excellent sous chef.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


I absolutely, positively love the 4th of July.  I mean, who doesn’t? Unless you hate America or something.  Traitors.

I love spending time with family, especially those we don’t see on a regular basis. 

























Happy 4th!


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