Our cat has caught 6 gophers in the past week. I can barely deal–dead rodents are my nemesis. He consumes most of them, his eyes closed, and leaves the rest for me to freak out about.
Andrew is over the moon about it.
While eating lunch the other day, Elijah saw a head of lettuce wiggling. He ran and single handedly grabbed it, just as it was being pulled down. He pulled and pulled and saved it. Леша found that gopher that evening.
Marley is one of Finley’s best friends, she is so joyful and happy. The other day we told her that a boy at Finley’s school was rude to him. She closed her mouth, raised her eye brows and said slowly, “What’s his name….”
Finley wanted to make ‘a garage’ the other day, so we found just the right box. “It needs to be a rainbow garage,” and he painted each side a different color, we cut off an edge and let it dry in the sun. That evening we were sitting on the drive way and I was watching Elijah climb a tree chasing after Леша, “Wow! Good job buddy, get him! You’re doing great!”
“Mama,” Finley said, nonchalantly, but with a grin and confident look in his eye sitting next to me, “You wanna see something really cool?” nodding at the thought of how impressed I’d be.
Eyes with mine, smug grin, he slowly lowered the cardboard flap allowing his car to roll out, eyebrows like, ‘I know, right?’
“Wow….Finley, just, yep…”
The boys were playing baby the other day. Elijah rocked him, while Finley whined for various things. Elijah is going to be a great dad one day.
Finley’s writing is coming along, since when can tiny babies write? Right?
Oh, and in case you are keeping track, Maria in on her third trip of the year. The first one being winter camp in January, that we had forgotten the date of and got a call, “Um…the bus is here, where is Maria??”
Me: “Um…so, camp today–yep, ok, well,” surveying the need, “We’ll be there in–20…ish”
I hung up and flew into Maria’s room, “Winter Camp, now, clothes, bag. Toothbrush,” because obviously robot voice is what will get her there. She slowly starts to fold a shirt all discombobulated, “NO FOLDING, THROW IT IN THERE!” I remark in the kind sort of what to prepare your child for their distance from you for the weekend. Well, we packed in 4 minutes and flew out the door, Daddy driving 5 minutes behind with the pillow and sleeping bag we forgot. Stick around for more great time management and scheduling tips from me!
She went to Catalina Island with school in Feb where she snorkeled and dissected a shark,
And this month, for spring break, she flew solo to Arizona to spend the weekend with grandparents, aunts and cousins. Movies, dinners, ice cream, pool time.
I was like, “Have fun girl! I’ll just be here, waiting for the boys to wake up, or go to bed, or you know, generally cleaning up,” and she laughed as she wheeled her suitcase out the door with dad to the airport.
Oh to be 12.
That’s one happy and loved girl! We miss her but are happy she’s having the time of her life!