What's goin' on?

Not much. I'm writing this to the background sounds of the dryer, and a lovely english woman reading The Complete Tales of Peter Rabbit. No, I haven't hired a British nanny. Our long-awaited book on tape CD's have arrived. Woohoo! While Leif is enjoying lying in bed and listening to them, it's doing little to quiet Hannah's regular cries of "I'm still hungry/thirsty/too tired/too awake/it's too dark/it's too light/I don't want to go to soccer/Anna's/french/swimming . . .'. Seriously, she's fine. She loves her classes and she just ate a bowl of cereal and a PB and banana sandwich. This is just her *thing*. And I will tire her out and make her stop. This is night two of just escorting her back to bed everytime she gets up. As soon as its 'bedtime', life becomes very dramatic for our dear second-born.

Ivy she's in the crib in the kitchen, sucking on the foot of Dompy The Flying Horse. He's cool. Kit's at Ultimate, the first game of the summer season. I think sometime's I can measure my life by which season we're in and which night he therefore has Ulti. I try not to think about it too much. :)

This morning, I forgot which direction of the faucet would give me cold water. I kid you not. I stood there for about 10 seconds trying to remember, baffled that I had no clue. Then, since no answer was coming to me, I thought I'd find out via an experiment. I'd turn it on to one side and see what happened. Towards the toaster gave me cold water, and it stayed cold, so I figured that was the side for cold, my right. I have no memory of 'knowing' innately what side gives you what. This is not good. I've borrowed a friend's calculus text to see if I can jump start my brain. Otherwise, I'm screwed. Truly. I mean, who the hell forgets where you get cold water? Kids rot your brain.


So how about some pics of the darlings? :)




This is Leif's own set up shot. It's very avant garde.




Hannah's still in the more straightforward place of a 3.5 year old.


On Friday we celebrated May Day with the Waldorf Society at a local park. The kids made flower crowns and cool little bees out of pinecones and wool, and then danced around the maypole. Leif and his buddy Taro got silly with it, whereas Hannah was all about correct procedure.









To finish up on the whole 10K fabulousness, here's some pics of my number and my name in the paper. This is obviously a big deal to me. I took a week off afterwards, and got a crappy cold, and now the thought of running again on Friday is horrible. thank god my dear friend will force me to do it. Now revel with me in that great feeling of accomplishment.







Now, I need to tell you about the Yellow Dress. It was mine as a baby, and it is very cool and bright. Ivy's in her last days of wearing it, as it slowly morphs into a tunic and eventually a shirt. Either way, it's great. All the kids have worn it. How cool that I too was once so small. :)







Updates: Shona's baby is still getting it's finishing touches put on. And Melissa's dear son was born last Thursday. The very darling Cohen Peter, born to be Ivy's dearest friend, is also her buddy in wierdness. To Ivy's tailbone Simple Dimple, Cohen matches it with his own Mongolian Spot. When they're older they can compare asses.



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