Monsoon Monday

Yesterday I was puked on twice, once by each child, before 10 am. And when I say I was puked on, I mean covered in fluids, standing in a puddle, frozen for a moment trying to figure out what to do. And the weird thing is that I didn't gag. I didn't cry. I didn't even do anything but hold a handful of puke and tell Milo, "It's okay, baby, get it all out."

It's weird when you find yourself at that place, where the mommy instinct takes over and you just care about these sad little people who are crying and losing the contents of their tummies... Just as long as they're MY little people. Anybody else and I'd be puking along with them.

Anyway, I'm raising a glass of almond tea to a much better day, which I will also refer to as "Monsoon Monday." Here's to you!

Little sprout in a big hat

Here's what happens when a little sprout finds her brother's big old hat.

 

Just checking things out.

Is there the slightest possibility she looks like me here?

Open-mouth smile = party

A Lucy grin

Do you ever end up with a picture that is so blurry but you have to keep it because it's otherwise perfect? Here you go. A genuine Lucy grin in action...

And an in focus picture to balance it out.

Happy Monday from the most beautiful little girl in the world!

75 and sunny

It was a good day outside...

 

MORE of the hat

Hello, sweet blue-eyed girl. I added some long strings and puffs to Lucy's hat, and it's like I gave her a gallon of ice cream and told her to let loose. She loves it! So, here are some more pics of the girly hat, which she now chooses over Milo's hat collection.

These sparkly eyes. WHEW!

The prettiest girl in the world.

Photos and such

I love love love these little people. Someday I'll have a photo of the three of us where we are all looking... At the camera, at the same thing, whatever... For now I'll take what I can get.

 

And just so you don't forget how adorable Lucy is when she's turning on the charm, here's a little something that only a daddy could capture.

In character

Milo could hands-down, 100% be an actor (not that I would EVER condone this). My child can pretend like nobody's business, and he does not break character. We've been the Penguins of Madagascar a lot lately... Milo assigned parts for each of us. He, of course, is the boss - Skipper. Nate is Kowalski because he's the tallest, I'm Rico because I'm the next tallest (and if you've ever seen the show, this means I get to vomit up random items - Milo expects me to deliver), and Lucy is Private because she's the littlest.

I could tell something was really on Milo's mind this morning when he came out of his room. Completely naked. Puzzled face. "Mommy, penguins do not wear any clothes."

"That's true, Milo."

"No clothes. No shorts, no shirt, no socks. Not even undies."

"You're right, Milo. But I think now is the time to talk about the difference between a real live penguin, and a little man pretending to be a penguin. Because you are actually a person, you have to wear at least undies."

He thought about this for a while, and really seemed to get it. So, deal. Undies in the house, clothes in public. Good to go. And it's nice to know that he's both an actor and a scholar - I can at least reason with him.