Birthdays, Baking, Bubbles & Books

So far our day has been pretty good. We colored our S pictures, got a great workout dancing to a new song, baked our cupcakes, got our frosting colors all ready and blew some bubbles.

Sydney got a fun surprise this morning when Andrea Pauley picked her up for a special birthday outing

After a fantastic lunch of chicken nuggets and mac & cheese, we read a bunch of books and soon we'll be decorating the cupcakes (and eating them of course).

That all sounds so idyllic. Let me tell you how it really went down.

The back porch is covered in some kind of green Oregonian slime. The girls came into the house slip-sliding over the kitchen floor, spilling bubbles and smooshing this unattractive green goo in streaks until they were able to get their shoes off. I thought maybe they were having some sort of 3 Stooges moment until I saw the bottoms of their shoes. I love Oregon but I'm learning that all this gorgeous green beauty comes at a price...the price of slime. Moldy bread and moldy cheese I've seen before but moldy windows, moldy doors, moldy cement and moldy mold? That's just weird.

Our new song was Hap Palmer's "Rhythm on Parade: Fast & Slow." We've done good ole Hap before and he's usually pretty entertaining (Bean Bag Shake...2 thumbs up). This song started out really slow. I had panic-inducing images of the Hap Palmer Death March 12 inch mix but then...just when I was about to go *accidentally* skip the song, it sped up into this hilariously fast section. The girls went bananas...but in a good way. We twitched and jiggled and flailed until it switched back into the floaty airy slow section. Then fast, slow and one more fast section and we were sweaty, jazzed and ready to do it again. We did it twice more until we were absolutely covered in sweat and ready to fall over. And yes, I did it too. And no, I will NOT video tape that for you to submit to America's Funniest Home Videos.

Next, I divided up the frosting and had each of the girls pick the color they wanted to mix. They gathered around and stood up on a stool so they could see what I was doing. I put in Ash Lee's color first (pink) and put it on the table with a spoon for her to stir and went to put in Sydney's color (yellow). When I turned to put Sydney's on the table, Ash Lee was spooning her frosting up and taking a big bite.

While I was cooking up lunch the girls were sitting at the table cheering me on (aka begging for me to hurry and asking if they could eat cupcakes instead) when suddenly Ash Lee started to cry saying her tummy was hurting. I rushed her into the bathroom hoping that if something came out of one of the ends the pain might stop. No such luck. We did end up sitting in the bathroom and reading a bunch of stories however. Scout and Sydney sat in the hall while I sat on the stool and read to a 360 degree audience one of which was trying to get the poop to come out. :-( We read Brown Bear Brown Bear, Little Pea (twice), Wide-Mouthed Frog and The Foot Book. We wanted to read Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus but after having read it a gajillion times I finally had to return it to the library. Ultimately the experience reminded me of the episode of Seinfeld where George takes the book into the bookstore bathroom. Kinda gross, kinda funny.

That's all for now...I hope.

Hi Mom!

Isaac and Sydney just wanted to give their mom a special message while she's away.


We're doing great here and hope you have a good time in Ohio!


S is for Scream!

The concept of "inside voice" is lost on these girls. They have TALKING or whispering or SINGING or YELLING! but the regular old conversation level voice is rarely, if ever, heard around here. I try to remind them that everyone is very close and no yelling is actually required but they're just so eager to be heard and so excited about every single thing they have to say that volume control gets thrown out most of the time.

I figure this is a sacred developmental journey they will each take one day. Today is not that day. I have faith though. Faith that one day they will realize that ear drums are nice and blowing out these delicate membranes of all their closest friends and relatives isn't as polite as they might currently think.

For now, I'm just glad they are so full of life and so fundamentally happy that everything comes out in extremes. It's also nice to have that constant litmus test as to everyone's state of mind. I feel like Don Knotts or Tim Conway in the old Disney Movies whenever I say "Something's wrong... It's too quiet."