Christmas

I forgot to take pictures of the kids in their Christmas best.

So instead, here they are with their "disgusting" (as L. calls them) false teeth, from their stockings. (L. refused to pose because they were so disgusting.)

(look at those cheeks!)

Uncle Garrett came from Chicago, Gramom and Grampa from the East Coast/further East, and of course we celebrated with Kay & Dave & Baby C. It was a happy Christmas, but with a note of sadness. We learned last Tuesday that the kids' great-grandfather (and Gramom Lisa's dad) had passed away that morning. Lisa and Tom had just visited with him the day before, braving the East Coast snowstorm, and were so thankful for that. He died peacefully, and at home, which is what he would have wanted.

We were all happy to be together, and especially thankful for the company of family at Christmas.

me: "Hey guys, you've been eating lunch for almost an hour. Time to wrap it up."

A.: "Like a present?"

why we are in no rush to upgrade to a larger-than-3-foot tree

(this happened twice already--today.)

1/2 Birthday

Since L's birthday is in June, we wouldn't get a party at school. So we celebrated her half birthday instead. It coincided with the last day of school before the holidays, so we did a combined caroling/cookie decorating/birthday party. In the top photo, she is wearing the birthday hat and her reindeer antlers at the same time.

The Kindergartners went from classroom to classroom throughout the whole school and performed songs for the other students. And L's teacher is just the coolest. She has a great sense of humor about everything, is totally 100% chill all the time and has got all 27 of her students completely under control. And she plays the guitar. She rocks.

The school building itself is really old and well-maintained and parts of it are really beautiful. For example, this huge staircase and the stained glass in some of the classrooms (the colors are not very bright in the photos, but you get the idea).

flash (flood)

(warning: some disgusting content in this post)

BR is potty training. We are working on timing, but it can be very tricky. He is a little confused about whether to inform me before or after there is a puddle on the floor. He doesn't quite understand that "Quick, Mommy! Take me to the potty!" is really no longer relevant once the trousers are soaked.



On my end of things, I am no longer very fazed about the process (usually). I am not even embarrassed about having to mop up a mess under a coffee shop table or whatever public place we happen to be (usually); I always carry a change of clothes and underwear, and then the rest of it... Well, really, third time around there is not much he can dish out that I haven't already handled before. (With grace and poise, of course. Always).

I guess if I had to point to the particular moment when I knew that I reached "Experienced" Mom status when it came to diapers and potty training, it would have to be a couple of months ago. That morning, I woke up earlier than the kids and somehow successfully (and miraculously) snuck into the bathroom without waking anyone up on my way there. I showered and even washed my hair before any of them realized what was happening.

When I eventually made it upstairs to BR's room to pull him out of his crib, the stench was fairly overwhelming. The diaper had not held up, and his sleeper, sheets and blankets were a freshly browned hue.

Ordinarily, this would lead to an interior self-pitying monologue about how this was no way to start the day, and then probably something sarcastic like how I didn't need more laundry to do today, thank-you-very-much. I would grit my teeth and then reason my way into believing that although it was not BR's fault that the velcro bands on the diaper didn't do their job, maybe he could grow up just a little faster and figure this out on his own... That sort of thing. (I know, I am so mature, right?)

But that day was different. My first reaction was just to shrug calmly. "Huh. Look at that," I thought. "Oh well. And who cares, anyway? I can handle anything today because I had a shower!"

very hungry caterpillar, i mean, baby

this baby can eat. he can really eat. Here are some shots of him post-bottle. With a full tummy, he is one happy guy:

We enjoyed our times with Baby Cousin so much, can you tell? I especially like the way his face lights up when he sees his Auntie Claire.

Observe:

cousins shaking hands

Personally, I like the improvised finale.

(no audio)

we've been using this...

...to help with the before-school morning routine. It's been working pretty well.

"Clown Clothes"

I was given orders to post this, with that title. I do what I am told.

deserving of its own post

One of the highlights of the trip to Washington was that we got to visit with Jeremy's grandfather, Wendell. He was married in April of this year and we finally got to meet his bride, Jo!

I think they felt very much at home with their family around them, and we often caught them like this, resting peacefully and naturally in the middle of all the noise and festivities. We look forward to seeing you again soon!

a different rendition

A: "BR, do you want me to sing 'Bob the Builder' for you?"

BR.: "Yes."

A.(singing): "Bob the Builder, can he fix it?"

BR: "Wait, wait, I can sing it: Bob the Builder, NO HE CAN'T! Bob the Builder, HELP ME FIX IT!"

another strike for Rel.Ed.

There we were at Sunday Mass. I thought, what a great time to explain about some of our Christmas traditions.

(Me, whispering to L.): "See those candles? There is one for every week of Advent. See that image of Our Lady of Guadalupe? Her feast day is December 12..." And so on.

"Mommy, your breath smells like tacos."

catching up

O loyal blog readers, I have neglected thee terribly.
This is by far the longest we've ever gone quiet here at RandBs, but not to worry. It wasn't because of crises, just an overload of fun and travel.

First, we went to Seattle, which was like this:

table set for Tanksgiving dinner:

a peak at Pike's Place market:

bah-ket-ball HOOP!

Lunch with Johanna:

had some "rock band" fun (and discovered that L. rocks the guitar, A. knows all the lyrics to "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and BR is not too bad on the drums):

Then we came home and had a couple days to get ready for our next adventure. Gramom came to hold down the fort and take care of the kiddos while J. and I went south to New Mexico to check out some job opportunities for 2011 (since we won't be able to go there this time next year, because of the whole India thing). I forgot my camera but found the following photos that capture the essence of the trip.

We visited the Navajo Nation at Shiprock which was a little like this:

but the hospital compound was kind of more like this:


next, we went to Gallup, NM (which was actually like this since we happened to be there during their annual Balloon Festival):


on the way home, we made a stop at Aztec, NM (which never had any Aztecs, but did have Native American populations a long, long time ago as these 900 yr-old ruins prove. Yes, apparently the US does indeed boast some 900 yr old structures. take that, Europe!)


We're home now, and glad to be. The kids loved every minute of Gramom's visit from what I can gather and I will have to collect photos from her. It was hard to drag them away from Seattle, though, because "Grammie and Papa's house was WAY more fun" than they'd realized it would be, according to L.!

visit to Grammie & Papa's

We arrived at Grammie and Papa's house yesterday. The kids are ecstatic. They have a great big house, lots of toys, (plenty of yummy snacks) and some tricycles and little cars in the backyard for the kids... It's preschool heaven.

It is fun to find photos around the house of Jeremy and his sister Meredith as babies and toddlers because there are some family ressemblances I can find in my three, especially BR and A. There is a wall upstairs dedicated to family portraits of Jeremy, his sister and his parents. The photos span the years from the time Meredith was a baby and Jeremy a toddler (he is older) up through the highschool years.

A. was particularly excited to show me all the photos. She recognized Jeremy's mother so she dragged me over to "come and see pictures of Grammie!" Well, what about the other three people in each picture? I asked her. Who else did she recognize?

Demonstrating her complete lack of understanding of linear time and the chronological nature of the aging process: "It's Big BR and Little A.!"

dominos

they're all the rage right now. youtube's got some great clips of domino creations, and the kids were inspired.

take a picture, mom!

There is a little tension about the blog around here these days. If the mama happens to laugh about something someone has said, they usually squeal, "Mommy!! Don't put that on the ba-log!!"
On the other hand, if they do something they find really funny or clever, it's "Put that on the ba-log!"

So I can only publish with permission.

It has meant for a bit more quiet on this site than we've been used to. But if I know kids (and I like to think I know a little about them by now) this will soon pass, as all phases do.
In the meantime, here is some of the usual silliness.

pyjama shenanigans:

a breakfast moustache:

(dedicated to Julia, who loves to laugh at my kids almost as much as I do.)

all 3

Me: "L, you are always the last one buckled in. Look, A. beat you to it, that makes you the loser!"
L.: "No, that makes me the winner of the losers."

__________

We were trying to be sneaky, but A. wasn't fooled...

L.: "Mommy, can we have C-A-N-D-Y for dessert?"

Me: "Oooh, how about some I-C-E C-R-E-A-M instead?"

A: "We can't eat letters for dessert!"

___________

BR: "Let's do ring around the Rosary!"

just TRY not to smile

mad craft girl

During the snowstorm we had over L.'s school fall break, she didn't waste any time. I keep finding, around the house, more and more of the pictures and crafts she worked on during that time.

(Roaring Dragon)

(dragon tail and arms and feet)

(a tight-lipped pumpkin, of course)

_________

And last, but not least, here are the pages of L's manuscript about poobas. You might remember that "pooba" are this family's silly word. Sometimes the kids are poobas, sometimes we go to a "pooba playground," and sometimes we think we might have spotted a pooba, although we can't be sure.

L. thinks she knows what they look like, though. Here are the pages she stapled together to create her "Pooba Picture Book":

note that Pooba children are born with wings that eventually fall off with age...

And what do Poobas do, you ask? Well, I got her to interpret some of the images for me: they like to think about how they don't like mushrooms, they get angry, they wonder what they would look like with legs and feet, they are surprised that they are upside down. They have busy lives.