My friend Jamie took all of these photos Sunday @ church when OM were dedicated.
I wish I had the words that Rev. Sinkford read about our role as parents but this is what the congregation vowed:
We, the members and friends of the First Unitarian Church, welcome these children into our midst. We will help these parents prepare their children to be independent adults, aware of the world as it is and as it ought to be, aware of the power of one dedicated individual to change its course, aware of the power of love to overcome tragedy, evil and injustice.
Last night we went to a book signing @ Powell’s for the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid book.
They were handing out fortune cookies and that (the title of this post) was inside Owen’s cookie. If you don’t know what the cheese touch is read here.
It is an understatement to say that Owen LOVES these books. But, he LOVES them. We tried reading them to him before he was really reading himself and he wasn’t really into it. But recently he picked one up again and hasn’t put them down since.
So, we and the rest of the elementary/middle school aged kids in town, headed out to meet Jeff Kinney, the author…
Thankfully they had some activities to keep us busy while we waited.
Finally, hours later (we were ticket number 574, out of 1000 I think) O got to meet him and have his book signed…
In case you’re wondering, it takes Mr. Kinney about 9 months to write each book. O had planned to ask him what the next book was going to be about but got a little flustered.
My little O was so stoked. It was so, so sweet.
O enjoying his favorite Kettle chips: salt and vinegar!
Every year we get Maya a pair of cozy boots.
Uggs. (We tried Costco’s brand one year but they fell apart pretty quickly).
This year we walked in the store and she bee-lined it straight for this pair.
I tried talking her out of it, thinking a more practical color like black, or grey or pink even, would be better.
No way she said.
Only blue will do.
She was right. I can’t tell you how happy these shoes make me.
Every time she wears them I smile admiringly.
I think six is the age when you can really pull this look off…Sing it Elvis!
(My musical accompaniment to this post. Couldn’t find a soundcloud version.)
I was checking my online pharmacy prescription last week to make sure they were sending me a fresh supply and I found this email I’d written them a couple of years ago when I first signed up.
Our insurance company made me switch from going to Target to pick up my monthly prescription (a very easy and convenient thing to do) to going online to order 3 months at a time (a convienient if I could only figure out what the hell they want me to do thing to do).
This is the email I found (this was probably the 4th or 5th email I’d written):
I am still confused.
Please distinguish the difference between Auto Refill, Future Fill, and Ready Fill.
In plain language please tell me if I need to go online and request a refill every 90 days or not.
They of course replied with ANOTHER freaking form letter that I could not decipher. Sometimes I get nothing, sometimes I get a 9 month supply and 3 bills..ugh.
Back to the song. Tori Amos is my favorite. And this is one of my favorite songs. I know every word but I have no idea what she’s talking about. It’s like that with most of her songs for me. That’s one of the reasons I like her. It takes me years to understand what in the world she’s referring to.
So, I guess all confusion isn’t bad. (Though, if you have a thought about this song I’d love to hear it!).
So. To get her to do this we had to bribe her with a toy.
At first she was dead set on (another!!) stuffed animal. I was gonna croak if we took in one more stuffed creature so we reminded her how much she loved lego sets and thankfully she changed her mind.
This is what she built.
We picked it up on Saturday and she spent hours with it Saturday afternoon and finished it on Sunday.
I had to drag her away from it Sunday afternoon to take her to a birthday party with friends, ice cream cake and two hours of being a total goofball, as she’s so fond of being.
The second she got back home she walked straight over to her table to continue her work.
This baby is like the Death Star of the Friends Legos. 600+ pieces. It ain’t for wusses.
Today she was playing with it with Owen and he exclaimed that the bathroom was falling.
I expressed my surprise that it came with a bathroom.
Maya looked right at me and said, “Mom. Don’t you think people on Cruise Ships have to use the potty?”
I started to answer and she cut me off, “Of course there’s a bathroom on the Cruise Ship!”
If you’re curious, O picked the latest marketing ploy from Activision: Skylanders Swapforce.
He’s pretty stoked.
Oh, last thing. For family movie night Friday we watched Space Jam.
Holy cow was that movie awesome! Did you know Bill Murray is in it? And MJ was awesome in it too. And I LOVED the Looney Toons when I was a kid so it was fun to see them too. Good stuff.
A jam from the film (kinda, remixed):
But a cool song to listen to while you check it out: