Magic

Christmas Eve we went outside to put out some reindeer food. Olivia loved it.

Elfin Magic

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We're getting new rooms

We're moving out on Tuesday to an apartment to begin some home renovations. We are so excited and eager to get started. We are really lucky to be able to do all of these things to our home and know that we will enjoy them tremendously. I just can't quite tell how much the kids understand. We've told them we're moving out temporarily. I hope the excitement lasts for the time it takes for the work to be completed. PRAY that it does...because I need all the help I can get. Olivia is most worried that people won't know how to reach her. So...if you intend to have a play date with Olivia, please be sure you know where to find her so she doesn't freak out. Meg just keeps saying that we're getting new rooms.

Most of the great stories have gotten a bit lost lately. The best one I can think of right now is a conversation that took place between Meg and Olivia regarding Will. Will was doing something (exactly what I can't recall) that caused Meg to announce, "Ahh, he wants to kiss my face." No sooner had Meg leaned in for a kiss when Olivia followed with, "No, he wants to kick you in the face." Olivia was mad at her (probably for talking too much) and so this is what she had to offer to her sister who was enjoying a sweet moment with her brother.

Will turns one this week. I am in denial. I continue to treat him as though he is a little baby even though there are constantly glimpses of how grown up he really is. He's starting to demonstrate that he knows exactly what I am saying ("No, sit down on your bottom, Will," and then he sits). That's too much for me to handle. He can't grow up. He TOTALLY understands the word no and still obeys for the time being! And the funniest thing he does right now is the freeze move when you're about to put on his shirt. He squints his eyes and freezes in this funny position like he knows his head is about to be squished by this piece of clothing. I will have to try to get it on video because it's so funny. I am fairly certain he does it out of anxiety not out of a spirit of cooperation. Hee hee. He has certainly taken a new place in the family now that he walks. He commands more attention and is included more deliberately in the goings on. Olivia is so fond of him and just can't stop loving on him. Meg loves him, too, in a football tackling sort of way.

The other night, in preparation for Advent, I was attempting to lead the family in an exercise of writing down the 24 gifts that Jesus has given us this past year. What a sight. I have the list and I will have to save it. Olivia was our scribe. We didn't get to 24 and the exercise ended with me looking at George and saying, "I guess they aren't old enough yet for this sort of thing." It went pretty well but maybe I should have just aimed for the 12 days of Christmas instead (shorter) and said the 12 gifts of Jesus. Maybe some of this is starting to sink in because tonight Meg had baby Jesus in bed with her and she was Mary. Something must be sticking. Jesus is the reason for the season!! AMEN! I'll keep trying.

What happened to the weekend?

This was a whirlwind weekend. Typically we don't have so much going on but we did this weekend. Olivia had her big performance at school - The Barnyard Moosical. She was Cow #3. She did wonderfully and I hope to add some photo or video soon from the production.

The biggest thing I must mention is the celebration that took place today at our house. George's grandmother (our "Gigi") turned 92 and we had a little birthday party for her. Pretty darn amazing. As I sat there watching the kids singing to her and helping blow out her candles I was just so moved at what a blessing it would be to live 92 years! I can only pray that many of us will be so blessed. What a gift. I will try to post a photo tomorrow. I really need to catch up on some sleep if I want to live to be 92.

Today's post is dedicated to Catherine Francis Bishop Adams (the "matriarch"). Happy Birthday, Gigi!

Tom and Jerry

Many of you know that Meg and Olivia were introduced to Tom and Jerry this summer. They absolutely love it and have huge belly laughs whenever they are watching it. Well it has progressed from just enjoying the show to playing "Tom and Jerry" all the time. Meg really loves to play it with me or by herself in her imagination. The other day when we were playing with the neighbors outside, she was running around with a bat playing Tom and Jerry. I was chatting with my neighbor and wasn't paying close attention. Next thing you know, I hear a thud. Meg was hitting her imaginary Jerry who happened to be on the neighbor's car. YIKES! It was hilarious but not really. I made her go to their door (crying and screaming) to apologize.

One other tidbit since I live in Music City. We walked to our favorite little neighborhood restaurant yesterday (City Limits). Meg was yucking it up 'Killin' Time' with none other than Clint and Lisa Black. I love this city.

Married

George and I were in the garage getting ready for him to take Meg to school. She was loaded in her carseat.

We kissed in front of the car. Meg said,

"Awwww. (chuckle chuckle). Dad, did you see that? You guys got married."








Olivia changed to "winter" uniform. Look how grown up she is.

The Office

This is so overdue. It must, however, be short. I promised myself I would be in bed by 10pm tonight since I can't seem to kick this nasty cold that I have. Gotta get some sleep.

1. Gina and Max are engaged. Be sure to catch it on You Tube (adamsnashvegas) or on my Facebook page. It was amazing and I am so thankful to have been there to witness it first hand.

2. Who feels as depressed as I do that these idiots are our only choices for President. If any of us ran our households the way these idiots run our country, we'd be in prison and/or bankrupt. Oh, excuse me, that's where the country is headed.

3. We spent a fabulous week in AZ and CA. Dave and Katie are married and it was one of the best wedding receptions I have been to in ages. Scott and Andrea Slezak are up there in terms of fun receptions but this was so fun, too. What a great time. The cute little couple even called from Spain on their honeymoon. I love them. Disneyland was wonderful but too hot and too crowded. I can say that Meg shook her booty at several princesses up close and personal. Not kidding. Olivia and I enjoyed a "private" party with Miley Cyrus for her Sweet 16. I still love her music although it really pissed me off how half-naked she was. I hope Olivia didn't notice.

4. Meg had to go to "The Office" on Wednesday at her preschool. She was stomping her foot at her teacher and wouldn't follow directions. The director (who we know well) said she almost couldn't help but laugh at her when she came to the office because she kept talking and talking and shook her booty at her. I think she is like Will. She knows what people like to hear. Needless to say, she is on major sass watch right now. That child better get good reports tomorrow or she will never see Tom and Jerry or Toy Story AGAIN!

5. Crap. It's 9:57pm. Gotta go.

JoBro

It's been a while since I last posted. To be honest, most days just fly by. It's a crazy sort of life but time doesn't fly by unnoticed. I enjoy the silly things that go on all day. Most days I can't walk across the floor of any room in my house without having to watch where I step. The road hazards can be laundry, toys, a nine month old, puke, and the list goes on and on. As long as I see the floor once a week, I am ok. I know it certainly won't be this way for long since it wasn't even a year ago when I had some sort of routine and order. Will wasn't born yet. Meg was in school two days a week and I had some time to gather my thoughts (and my piles). I do remember how that felt and I know it will be back again in a year or two??!! So...this is why I haven't posted lately. That and a trip to Asheville (YEE HA!). If you ever go, I HIGHLY recommend our friends at the Crooked Oak Mountain Inn. http://www.crookedoakmountaininn.com/

We woke up this morning and George went to turn on the computer. We wanted to check our Netflix queue. There was a scary error message that said something about a corrupt registry and that was as far as it would go. I called our trusty Mousecalls guys and "Buster" came over by 10:30am! Yeah for Buster. He's was messing around with the cables and Meg is talking his ear off. She's telling him she's going to be a flower girl and that she has to go and try on her flower girl dress today. Then she takes two steps over to the small table in our office. She grabs this poster that belongs to Olivia. I don't know where she got it. I think it's from Lauren. On one side is a photo of Miley Cyrus (or Hannah Montana) and on the other is a photo of the Jonas Brothers (and maybe the other folks from Camp Rock - which Olivia has not been allowed to watch and she keeps reminding me that she is the only child on Earth who hasn't seen Camp Rock). Meg places the poster on the rolling chair and points to one of the Jonas Brothers (it might have been Joe Jonas). Buster is half-way in our computer armoire trying to disconnect the gazillion cables and she says, pointing to the JoBro guy, " You look like him." This is making me almost pee my pants because here is Buster. He's been in our house maybe 10 minutes and she has been sizing him up. The poster was not really in view but she remembered that he looked like one of those guys. It was so funny. I think Buster found it quite amusing. We had a good giggle and discussed how he might have "JoBro body double" back up career if computer repair doesn't work out for him. I liked him. I'll really like him if he can save my PC.

Today was Johnny Appleseed day at school. The Kindergarteners were supposed to bring a pot to school to wear on their heads. I thought this was precious. I think Olivia thought this was ridiculous. She got in the car today after school and told me she didn't wear it except in the office. Now if they had invited all the Kindergarteners to watch Camp Rock with a pot on their head she would have been all for it. Conferences are in two weeks and I can't wait. I am dying to hear about my kiddo. She's a real hoot. She reads now. I don't mean, See spot run. I mean really reads. She has it pretty much all figured out and even long, complicated words are ok for her most of the time. It's pretty mind blowing to see your child change so rapidly. Someone flipped the switch. She really reads to Meg now. Before she would tell her the story based on the photos which is also reading but now she reads the words.

Meg wanted me to read her a book today but I was changing Will and we were trying to get out the door to run errands. She plopped herself in the rocking chair and proceeded to read the book aloud to herself (correctly, I might add). She has some kind of photographic memory I know many of you have heard me say this. She can recite things after just one or two hearings. It's kind of freaky. Anyway, she finishes "reading" A Pocket for Corduroy and matter of factly drops the book and says, "I can go to Kindergarten now because I am a reader." I am not ready for her to go to Kindergarten. I can hardly handle one being in Kindergarten.

Takeout

Tonight I got takeout from Loveless. I told George I was practicing for when we demo our kitchen. I just haven't made it to the grocery store like I wanted (I did tonight after the kids were in bed). We got meat and veggies from Loveless and they give you some of their famous biscuits. So after we made Meg eat her "colesloff" and whatever other "veggies" she had on her plate (veggies is in quotes because it was in the form of a casserole or something), she said to me, "Can you pass me a biscuit my friend?" That started the ball rolling. We were all spitting out our food in laughter (except Olivia). This brings me to the next part of the story. So Olivia was yelling at us. She was all stressed out and "didn't want to talk about it" and then she kept yelling please don't talk about the biscuits. I don't like biscuits. I can't stand hearing about the biscuits. We kept trying to calm her down. She wanted to tell us why she was so stressed out. It had something to do with a secret fairy bedroom that she had made w/ the neighborhood girls yesterday (I think?). Apparently the keeper of the bedroom was limiting access to the bedroom today. This was upsetting Olivia. We were all talking over each other and she finally starts yelling how we are all rude and won't stop talking. She singled each one of us out. Meg ALWAYS talks. Meg, you never stop talking. And you and mom don't stop talking. "And you, William. You're the only quiet one which is why I actually like you." I about lost it. She was dead serious. She is so damn funny. And there he is...covered in green beans, squash casserole, corn, and sweet potatoes looking as cute as ever.

Horses

Mom: "Just hold your horses, Meg."

Meg: "Why do you want me to hold my horses?"

Meg: "I don't have any horses, Mom."

Still not being able to wait patiently, she grabs her baby brother around his neck and says, " I am holding my horses, Mom."

I give up!!!

Smile.

Again - not much to say

I don't have any great stories to tell. Sorry. I just wanted to make sure I blogged so y'all wouldn't give up on me.

One exciting piece of news...Will slept all night last night AND took two good (one hour) naps today. THANK YOU, LORD! This is amazing and we are just waiting to see what happens next.

I wanted to also mention that keeping up with the paperwork associated with a Kindergartener is insane. Forms, newsletters, blah blah blah. It's insane. She is special student of the week this week. George is supposed to go to her school tomorrow to have lunch with her. They had a huge fight tonight (he threw a shoe at her - but there is more to the story). She said to me - in tears, of course - that she didn't want him to come to her school tomorrow. I am sure she'll get over it tomorrow.

That brings me to my last point. Why does bedtime have to be so insane. A wise friend of George's dad told us to video tape the nightly routine to view later on in life. He said you'll look back and wonder how we ever survived. I wonder how we survive now.

TGIF

This is going to be just a bunch of random information.

Lunch Lady update: Olivia thinks it's cool that the Lunch Lady reminds her she is not to get lemonade. Again, I wonder how long this will last.

Olivia came home today looking sick to her stomach. She had to sign the George book she blurts out. I have a vague idea about what the George book is but since we haven't been to open house yet, we don't fully understand the discipline structure. I believe when you have to sign the book, you have been given adequate warnings and still have failed to comply with whatever request has been made about your naughty behavior. I guess it's supposed to be humiliating to have to write your name in this book. I am sure you want to know what she did. Apparently she kept talking to Thomas (whoever he is) during rest time. I am giggling as a write this. She prayed at dinner that she will do better next week. So sweet.

I am totally fascinated by McCain's pick for VP. I know I am going political here. But notice this is in no way an admission of my preference. I am just fascinated. She's got FIVE kids including a four month old baby. I am going to reserve comment here but I am still fascinated. Whatever.

Meg lectured me today about how she wants to be big...grown up...doesn't want me or George to be in charge of her any more. She is through having us brush her teeth for her. I am serious. She has been having an internal battle for quite some time over this growing up bit. She doesn't want to go to school, then she does want to go to school. She's a baby then she's not a baby. She wants to potty train..."I DON'T WANT TO POTTY TRAIN." (She even asks all kinds of other kids, "Are you potty training?") Well shortly after the I am big and you don't need to brush my teeth any more comment, she insists, "I am going to go poop on the potty." Off she goes. "I am going to sit here until it comes out." Well, it finally came out. THANK YOU GOD!!! We flushed a few times and then we turned to the sink and were washing hands (both of us). I turn around and there is Will eating TP out of the toilet (I had put a few little pieces in there that he had unrolled off the roll on the wall.) So it was pretty "clean" as TP in the potty goes. MAN! That is seriously how my days go. I feel like it's a perpetual boxing match.

Lunch Lady

Today I met the lunch lady. She just happened to be at my neighbor's house. I told her who I was...she knew Olivia already. She said Olivia bought water today. I told her we wanted her to buy water and not lemonade so I was glad to hear the news. She said she would watch out for her. I didn't mean to sick the Lunch Lady on my kid. It just sort of unfolded.

As an FYI...she didn't look anything like the the Lunch Lady from Adam Sandler's "Sloppy Joe" song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_-KbstEG4E

The Student

Here she is on the first day of school. The Seat Fairy has already come to her class and her designated seat has been moved. She now sits between two boys one of whom she says is a "weirdo."

Other news on the school front - she still hasn't figured out that Adams gets you things first. She has been designated special helper all week. She was pumped to in charge of stuff. What else is new?

She also failed her first test - the test her parents gave her. She has a Lunch Card. She can buy stuff there and use her credit. Well, she begged to be able to buy a drink today. I took up for her and we convinced Dad that she should be able to try it out. So we agreed she would buy bottled water today. Well, she came to the car and reported the choices were water, milk, chocolate milk and lemonade. Guess what she chose? Lemonade. Damn it. I suppose I should be glad she told the truth?!!?

Octagon

I tried to post some photos of The Student but Blogger wasn't working so I am giving up for the night.

I have to share one story from today. I was sitting at the table this morning feeding Will. Meg was sitting to my right coloring some elaborate story. I was saying baby words to William...ma ma, ba ba, water, etc. I stopped and Meg says, "Octagon. (Pause) He can learn the word octagon." She never stops coloring. She doesn't even look up from her paper. I felt like I was sitting next to Ruby from Max and Ruby. We'll let you know if his first word is octagon.

Good night.

Kindergarten here we come

Today was the day. Olivia had her orientation at SMS. She's officially going to kindergarten. I have to say that her class (25 kids) was a mix of kids in terms of shapes and sizes. I kid you not...there were at least two girls in there that were smaller than Meg. NO LIE!!! They took them off to see their room and see "Curious George" who is their little class mascot or something. Well I am afraid that our Olivia was looking for Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers not Curious George. I hope she isn't bored. Oh well. You never know. I am sure it will work out ok in the end. She was so true to form. They called her name first. This made her so happy. She doesn't realize the importance of the alphabet in situations like these. I didn't have the heart to tell her that she'll probably be first a lot - not because of some stroke of great luck but because her last name starts with the letter A. She'll figure that out one day on her own. She's so grown up. I know she'll have a ball.

She came right home and did her home work which was a small sheet about herself. She just wanted to get it done right away. I wonder how long that enthusiasm with last. Seriously, she was so cute. She's pumped. Kindergarten here we come.

Star struck

I am supposed to be making lunch. Will has an ear infection and has been really grumpy...poor guy. We finally decided today to go ahead w/ antibiotics since it has been four days since this started and he seems to be getting worse and not better. Anyway, he's taking a nap and the others are at church.

I am such a dork. I will come clean about this for those of you who don't know me so well. I bought the People magazine with Brad and Angelina and their new babies. Meg and I were at the store yesterday. I took a sneak peak and then put it back on the rack. Then, I grabbed it again and decided to just waste the money and buy the darn thing. It was so great last night when it was finally quiet in our house. I grabbed that magazine and stared at each photo. Do you want my review? Here it goes. I loved it!!! The photos were fantastic, the babies are amazing (as all babies are) and the Q&A were fun. Angelina actually looks kind of tired in one of the pictures. I can't believe I am writing about all of this. You probably won't find me talking too much about Barack Obama, John McCain or John Edwards (and his affair - scuz ball) in this blog, but there's alway time for a little star gazing. I don't care what you say. They are a beautiful family. I hope they adopt/have more.

If you're a neighbor (i.e., Gina) and you want to borrow the magazine, just let me know.

Summer

I am thankful for this.

Potty Training

My baby sister Gina has just left to head back to Arizona. I hate it. We had so much fun. I wish we lived in the same city. Meg kept asking where she was going and why she had to leave. She was confused by all of this since she last saw Gina in San Diego. That's a lot for a three year old to figure out. Hopefully our trip to AZ in October for David and Katie's wedding will help her understand it better.

Meg is potty training. Last week I was feeling blue about the whole thing. She wasn't having very much success and she was also very argumentative about it all. She didn't seem to mind walking around soaking wet and she would throw enormous fits when you asked her to pull herunderpants up or down . Then on Thursday she had to go at her school and we went running to the potty before we left. The teacher (The AMAZING Ms. Maria) offered to take her but I said I would. WHAT AN EYE OPENER! That little stinker. She was an old pro at school. No complaints. No, "I can't do it (screamed)." Total pro. Wow. What an idiot I am. She had me fooled a bit. Now we haven't let up on her and she is doing a great job. We went at least four days without an accident. Maybe we'll have her out of diapers by the end of the year. Praise God.

Not much to say

I really don't have much to say tonight. I suppose that means I shouldn't even be blogging. I did want to mention (because George asked me to) that he was totally grossed out by Olivia's loose, bloody tooth. He was disgusted. It makes no sense whatsoever.

I explained to the girls all about calcium today. I told them about how we need to have healthy bones. I used this as an opportunity to poison their minds about soda. For the longest time, Olivia hated things that were carbonated. She said they were "spicy." Well I am not sure she likes them now or if she says she likes them because Lauren likes them (Lauren is the girl down the street who Olivia thinks is the second coming). But on occasion recently she has mentioned that she likes Diet Coke. We'll you know in our family that is like saying you like Satan. We don't do artificial sweeteners and we don't drink soda. We have some in the fridge for guests but that's it. - I am having trouble staying on point tonight. Back to the calcium...so I was explaining to the girls how soda has things in it that sucks the calcium out of your bones. (This is the general principle -- not sure I have all the details correct but they're little.) So then all afternoon Meg kept telling me stories about bones and calcium and broccoli. Hmm. And she keeps talking like a valley girl saying "like" this and "like" that. We've already managed to make her sound like a 7th grader who can't talk properly.

I clearly don't have much to say tonight so I am going to go iron. George left me with 18 shirts to iron this morning. I think I have completed five. I got fed up when Will kept trying to climb up the ironing board.

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

The tooth is out

The tooth fairy is coming tonight. Olivia lost her tooth at dinner. She bit into her burrito and it really made it loose. Then she wiggled it and wiggled it and it kept bleeding. She couldn't stop. It came out shortly thereafter. Meg was very interested in it but didn't want to touch it. She said it would get "bleed on her fingers." So Olivia said the tooth fairy would bring either a quarter or a penny. George suggested that maybe she would get a Wii game. I hope not.

In other news, I sent Olivia over to the neighbor's house to borrow some sour cream. She HAD to ride her bike instead of walk. Next thing I know, she is riding down the hill of our backyard in a giant circle. Then a few moments later she comes in through the garage door. A few minutes after that she turns around and goes back outside because she forgot the sour cream in her bicycle basket. She is so wild.

For those who didn't believe me about the fried SPAM, here is proof. I forgot to mention the fried Krispy Kreme sandwich, too. Tasty.

Growing up?

How's this for irony?

Meg is wearing training underwear today and doing pretty well. But then she decided to take a nap in Will's crib (her old bed). She is happy as a clam in there asleep and she also found an old baby pacifier and is sucking away. We kept the baby pacis around for play purposes but apparently that was the wrong strategy. So now my potty training 3 year old is sound asleep in the crib with a paci. Oy!!

Will and I will just have to have a nap together in my bed. HA!

Sneak Preview

Ok. So I just uploaded my photos from Diego. I can't wait to go back next year. We always take a kooky face photo of the grandkids. Here is the 2008 version.

Strawberry

Olivia is wild. People who know us well know that this is true. Well, it's not so much that she is wild, she just can't stand to miss out on anything so she is always frantic trying to keep up with the gang. I think this got the better of her last night. She was riding her new bike down our street and bit it hard. Thankfully, our kind neighbor went after her (I didn't even know she was down). George quickly followed in flip flops.

She was pretty banged up. Her knee was a bloody mess and there were bloody spots on other parts of her body as well. This knee of hers has been a bloody mess all summer. It heals and then just before it's about to be all better she trashes it again but that's another story. She also has a giant "strawberry" on her forehead. It really does look like a strawberry. And she is so proud of it. She keeps talking about it and asking me questions about it. I seriously can't wait to send her to summer camp some place in the mountains. The things I am sure she'll get into.

I am so thankful that girl is TOUGH!

She finished her swim team season yesterday. She went out with a big bang. She got two first place ribbons. She also placed in a third event but I can't remember what it was. I am also so proud of her for her commitment to this team. She did so well and never complained. (Well, maybe the last day when she really wanted to be at home with her friends riding her bike.)

California

The girls have gone to sleep at Grandma's beach house. I can't wait to see if Meg will stay. She was so excited. Olivia was mad that Meg got to join in on the fun. She likes having Grandma all to herself.

What a fun day we've had. Although we had to say goodbye to Matz, we enjoyed our visit and look forward to the next time we can catch up.

Will had his first visit to the beach today. It was funny to watch him play with the sand. He loved holding it in his hands. This boy loves to put everything in his mouth. EVERYTHING! He didn't put it in his mouth right away but it made it's way there eventually. He didn't seem to mind it especially when it went with his thumb.

I am just happy tonight. We've laughed a lot today. Will and I napped on the beach. Olivia, Meg and George got water logged. We had Mexican food for dinner and Mr. Frosty for dessert. Life is good.

Fried Twinkies

No kidding. Fried Twinkies, Fried SPAM, Fried Frog Legs (Tastes Like Chicken!), Fried Oreos...this is what we saw today. We opted for the Shave Ice with the coolest self-serve flavor bar I have ever seen.

We made it to San Diego yesterday. The flight went great. It was so empty we had two rows to ourselves. We've already managed to have breakfast at one of our favorite spots. Then we headed up to Del Mar to the San Diego County Fair. County Fairs - So Cal style...what a treat. I don't think I could go to another county fair with bad weather (by bad I mean humid, hot, nasty, etc.) Wow. The fair is held at the Del Mar race track so we got to see that place, too. George has been there before but I hadn't. We also scored big because today was wrist band day so we managed to do the all-you-can-ride deal until we couldn't take it any more. We rode rides from 11am until 7pm. Will didn't get to ride any but I think he had fun. Watching the kids' faces was the best way to start the vacation. That Olivia sure knows how to enjoy herself.

For those friends of ours back home, we also saw several fish taco stands at the fair. This was a first for us. I don't think they have those at the Williamson County fair. Amongst all the turkey legs, corndogs, funnel cakes, etc., was the Fish Taco stand. Fabulous!!

One more crazy thing...when we finally got to our beach house last night, we were attempting to open our suitcase to make up Will's bed (which he didn't really even sleep in). There was a lock on our bag. Someone had placed a secure lock on our suitcase. We couldn't get it open. It didn't belong to us and we have know idea how it got there. Fortunately we've been coming here long enough that we know a few locals. I went over to their place and asked for their tool box. It didn't take much. How weird is that?

We're hoping to put the relaxation phase into high gear tomorrow. The sand is calling.

Loose

I'm not loose. I never have been. But Olivia's tooth is. Her first one and it's so much fun. She is ready to burst with excitement. I think she probably fell asleep last night wiggling her tooth. We're all out of apples because she's trying to loosen it even more. (No, really, we're out of apples because our kitchen is closing for 10 days as we head to Diego although she did try to use one of our remaining apples.)

I don't like loose teeth. In fact Sydney from down the street tried to show me her gnarly loose tooth the other day and I told her she had the wrong person. I told her she needed to see George when he came home from work.

We're going to hook up with my long lost pal Matz in Diego on Saturday. This is a treat. I hope she shows me some photos of the alleged trip she took to Africa.

Viva La San Diego

5 days and counting.

Crawling

The Prince started crawling today. Sometimes he forgets but he can definitely get across a room. Now the Mission Beach sand will be everywhere. Yeah!!! XOXO, little dude.

A beginning

Inspired by some friends in Nashville I decided to start this tonight. George is irritated with me for starting this at 10:30pm and yet he is continuing to shout out possible titles for our blog. "Six breasts and four balls, Horny on Holly Trace Way, Haven't Even Read Yesterday's Paper, Naturally Chatty..." and the list goes on. I am doing this to have some fun in this techno world of ours and also to try and update our family and friends more regularly on the loves of our lives. Those three crazies that live here are too funny and too cute. So hopefully we can be better at sharing stories and photos and hopefully even a video or two from time to time.

Our weekend was full of fun. We went out for a fun dinner on the waterfront Friday with Aunt Liz and our new Uncle Allen. The other Uncle Alan is in Arizona and Meg calls him "the different Uncle Alan." It was a treat to spend the evening with them. George and I also snuck out on Saturday to see Iron Man. Nothing like a LOUD summer blockbuster to distract you from how tired you really are. It was the first time I have left the kids with a sitter feeling really unsure. Usually I have it all nice and calm and we walk out the door. Will was very unhappy, Meg couldn't see straight she was so tired and Olivia was covered in paint while working on a craft. When we returned home, all were sound asleep and alive. I quizzed Olivia in the morning about how things really went. There were a few disconcerting things, to which George stated that he was most worried about whether or not Madeliene (the sitter) was traumatized - not so much worried about how much the kids were traumatized.

We finished the weekend with a family outing to the swimming pool for a picnic and fun. Meg fell in love with Superman and Batman found in the pool and has put them to bed in her room. We'll all be safe tonight with superheroes under our roof.