"Mommy, I want you to change your mind and make a deal with me."
My 4-year old is destined to be a lawyer. Or in the mafia.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Say Cheese!
Here's what happens when you expect 4 kids to sit still for a picture after 3 of them have been swimming and fighting over bubbles, and the 4th is only 4 months old ...





We had a great time seeing Andrea, Ed, baby Ana(!), and Andrea's sister and her family (Juliana, Matt, Ella) in Lambertville, NJ. Even if these pictures lead you to believe otherwise.





We had a great time seeing Andrea, Ed, baby Ana(!), and Andrea's sister and her family (Juliana, Matt, Ella) in Lambertville, NJ. Even if these pictures lead you to believe otherwise.
Monday, June 23, 2008
If you're happy and you know it ....
Cowgirl in the city
Friday, June 20, 2008
Los Ninos Habla Espanol
Kelsie often tells us that she can speak Spanish. I've even heard her say that to people whose primary language is Spanish, which turns out to be a little embarrassing when she then tells them, "Gracias! That means hello."
But she does know (and usually understands the meaning of) a handful of Spanish words and phrases -- hola, gracias, rojo, azul, buenas dias, etc. But she is far from fluent. The other day I was trying to tell her that the Spanish word for Spanish is Espanol. She kept saying, "yes, but what does it MEAN in Spanish?"
So, as she continues to brag and we continue to encourage her to learn more Spanish words, Dylan sneaks up from behind with what is apparently a pretty good understanding of the Spanish language.
His teacher, Julia, told Brian this story this morning. Yesterday at daycare Julia told another teacher in Spanish that it was time to wake up Giovanni. Dylan said, "'Banni?" and pointed at Giovanni's crib. So Julia responded, in Spanish, "yes, let's go wake up Giovanni" and watched as Dylan walked to Giovanni's crib and banged on the side of it saying, "'Banni, 'banni!"
How cool is that? So, maybe all his gibberish actually means something in Spanish. Now we need to hire a translator to help us communicate with him, and a handy man to follow him around and repair the messes he leaves in his wake. This kid is expensive.
But she does know (and usually understands the meaning of) a handful of Spanish words and phrases -- hola, gracias, rojo, azul, buenas dias, etc. But she is far from fluent. The other day I was trying to tell her that the Spanish word for Spanish is Espanol. She kept saying, "yes, but what does it MEAN in Spanish?"
So, as she continues to brag and we continue to encourage her to learn more Spanish words, Dylan sneaks up from behind with what is apparently a pretty good understanding of the Spanish language.
His teacher, Julia, told Brian this story this morning. Yesterday at daycare Julia told another teacher in Spanish that it was time to wake up Giovanni. Dylan said, "'Banni?" and pointed at Giovanni's crib. So Julia responded, in Spanish, "yes, let's go wake up Giovanni" and watched as Dylan walked to Giovanni's crib and banged on the side of it saying, "'Banni, 'banni!"
How cool is that? So, maybe all his gibberish actually means something in Spanish. Now we need to hire a translator to help us communicate with him, and a handy man to follow him around and repair the messes he leaves in his wake. This kid is expensive.
WLKOM HOMM MOMMY
This is the Welcome Home card Kelsie made for me when I was in SF. She sounded out the words by herself and wrote them. Isn't this sweet?


Notice the picture of me on the cover with the huge red hair!
She had a hard time while I was gone this time. She's usually a trooper and behaves herself perfectly for Brian whenever I leave town, but this time was different. Not sure why. She was very tearful the day before I got back. Then the day I returned she was incredibly clingy. I went to the Fathers Day party at her school in Brian's place (he had been leaving work early every day to pick up the kids while I was out of town, so he couldn't take the afternoon off to go to this event, unfortunately) and she never wanted to leave my lap. She's usually a little social butterfly but not that day. But on the plus side, I got tons of great hugs that day!


Notice the picture of me on the cover with the huge red hair!
She had a hard time while I was gone this time. She's usually a trooper and behaves herself perfectly for Brian whenever I leave town, but this time was different. Not sure why. She was very tearful the day before I got back. Then the day I returned she was incredibly clingy. I went to the Fathers Day party at her school in Brian's place (he had been leaving work early every day to pick up the kids while I was out of town, so he couldn't take the afternoon off to go to this event, unfortunately) and she never wanted to leave my lap. She's usually a little social butterfly but not that day. But on the plus side, I got tons of great hugs that day!
Monday, June 9, 2008
The Kissing Hand
I'm going to San Francisco tomorrow for work, so for Kelsie's bedtime story we read The Kissing Hand. It's about a raccoon who doesn't want to go to school and be without his mommy, so she gives him a kissing hand -- she kisses the palm of his hand so that when he misses her he holds his hand to his cheek and it's like she's kissing him. Sweet book.
So, I read that tonight and then Kelsie and I gave each other kissing hands to use when we miss each other this week. Then I gave her the book to flip through in her bed -- like she does every night -- and she told me she wanted me to have it instead so I could take it with me on my trip.
Awwww. It made me cry! So, now I have one more thing to pack, but that's okay.
So, I read that tonight and then Kelsie and I gave each other kissing hands to use when we miss each other this week. Then I gave her the book to flip through in her bed -- like she does every night -- and she told me she wanted me to have it instead so I could take it with me on my trip.
Awwww. It made me cry! So, now I have one more thing to pack, but that's okay.
She's lying now -- we're so proud
I know that lying requires a lot of cognitive development to be able to fabricate a story, keep it separate from the truth, etc. So, maybe I should be a little proud that Kelsie told her first true lie. But I'm not really.
She was sitting in the shopping cart, holding some Hello Kitty sunglasses that I told her we were not going to buy. When I went to get them from her to put them back, they were gone. Knowing that she had hidden them in my bag I asked her where they were and she told me she put them back on the shelf. I asked her how she did that when she had been in the cart all along and she looked me right in the eye and explained that she got out of the cart, walked to the shelf, put the sunglasses away, then got back into the cart. Kind of a complicated lie for a first timer. Sigh.
Maybe I should be most disappointed in how many holes there were in her story. She needs a little practice at this whole lying thing.
The teenage years should be a ball.
She was sitting in the shopping cart, holding some Hello Kitty sunglasses that I told her we were not going to buy. When I went to get them from her to put them back, they were gone. Knowing that she had hidden them in my bag I asked her where they were and she told me she put them back on the shelf. I asked her how she did that when she had been in the cart all along and she looked me right in the eye and explained that she got out of the cart, walked to the shelf, put the sunglasses away, then got back into the cart. Kind of a complicated lie for a first timer. Sigh.
Maybe I should be most disappointed in how many holes there were in her story. She needs a little practice at this whole lying thing.
The teenage years should be a ball.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
My first gay wedding!!!
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