Regular Stuff

On the Ferris wheel at the Santa Monica Pier.

So what's new? Hmm. Christopher made it home safely from Guam (bearing awesome gifts) and we made it safely through the week without him. Millie is still loving preschool. Last week her teacher told me that she was the "master of the class". I think this is a positive thing since she said it with a smile (I was/am a bit 'bossy', so this trait in her can go either way). Apparently Mils' is compassionate (likes to console her classmates who get sad when their parent leaves) and is a strong turn-taker (often preschoolers and toddlers can't yet comprehend the concept of sharing, so we work on taking turns with toys instead). She's completely potty trained during the day and is dealing with the new rule that she can only have her blanket and suck her thumb if she's in her bed. Sometimes she tries to trick me by asking if she can sleep in the car...apparently I turn a blind eye to the thumb sucking when she zonks out in the car seat!

This outfit started out pretty normal. However, she remembered her friend Taylor greeting her at the door in a floor length white dress-up gown and was inspired to dig up her own white dress. There's no explanation for the boots. Or for the hair, really. Just crazy.

Simon is a million miles a minute. Seriously, he's really hard to catch when he gets his crawl up to full speed. No, he's not walking yet. But no, I'm not panicked about it either. He's free-standing all the time so I know we're on the right track. I finally got sick of him dragging his dinner through his hair, so the other night I took some scissors to his wings. I don't think I envisioned his first haircut being on top of the picnic table on the back porch of my friend's house in the last slivers of daylight, but I just couldn't take another evening of scrubbing marinara out of the wisps.

Good shot of the hair butchery...I mean cut.

Oh please ignore the basket of doom in the background. It's my catch-all for things that need to go back into the kids' room. Maybe I should stop blogging and start dealing with that basket. Anyway, a good shot of the free-standing.

He LOVES books. To be specific, he loves five books: DOGS, Puppies, Pets, Baby Animals, and Millie Moo. He also insists on holding a book while riding in the car. He loves trucks and cars and scooting them around the house (Mils never did this, so it's fun that he discovered this play all on his own). We take a music class together on Thursday mornings and my heart nearly explodes with the happiness of having time for just the two of us. I got a little emotional during the first class -- I felt like I was discovering a whole new side of this amazing boy. I think he realizes we've got something special going on, too.

It's HOT here, still. I'm eyeing my fleece longingly and imagining the kids' in long sleeves and pants soon. We've got a crazy, busy month ahead: my big girl will turn three years old! plus lots of other adventures. Fun.

The gang just before Christopher's triathlon in Malibu a few weekends ago. It's about 6:30am. Si's lookin' real happy.

Christopher heading for the finish line. He set a personal best time! The water was SUPER rough (he still swam fast) and he ran the fastest 10K of his life at the end. We are so proud of him.