This one makes me laugh

While slowly going through the 2,000+ pictures from our London/Italy trip, I stumbled upon this one:



It makes me laugh for a few reasons.

First of all, there's me, coats and Ergo in hand, ready to go! Just waiting! Let's go people! Pretty typical of me, getting impatient when I should just chill, because next time I will probably be the one making the others wait.

Then there are the kids. Sitting on the step. Waiting patiently. This is very untypical. In fact, I'm surprised that it happened, and that we caught a photo of it.

Which leads us to the next thing, where is R1? Taking pictures. That is quintessential R1 on vacation, taking pictures of everything, at every moment.


Be on the lookout for picture-laden posts in the next few days as I finish sifting!

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Tonight, we had a birthday celebration for little H1. She seemed a little surprised at all the fuss.

Mother Nature celebrated with us by sending a snowstorm. Not only did it whip W1 and L1 into a frenzy of excitement, it fascinated and amused H1.

Instead of blowing out the candle, she opted to sample the frosting.
Again and again.


Earlier today, W1 and L1 picked out presents for her. After returning the fire truck and tractor to the store shelf, I helped them pick out some more appropriate things. W1 took a page out of Toy Story and went with Mrs. Potato Head.


H1 recently was taught by L1 how to roar like a lion. She seems to use it as a general greeting, as well as an expression of frustration. R1 would like to count it as her first word, but I'm still holding out for something a little more civilized.


We are grateful for the love and laughter that H1 adds to our family. She's a keeper.

leaving on a jet plane

We've planned, booked, dreamed, laundered, organized, packed, and prepared.




Tomorrow, the five of us head to the airport for one week spent in London, and one in Tuscany. We can hardly wait.



P.S. I may have recently been daydreaming about "accidentally" missing our flight home and staying an extra week, or month...


P.P.S. I'll leave you with one of my favorite songs. Sing it, Mama Cass:

perhaps it is time to get out the humidifier

W1, in the middle of the night: Mom, Mom, I can't breathe!

K1: Is your nose stuffy?

W1: Yes!

K1: Maybe you should blow your nose?

W1: I don't want want to blow my nose.

K1: And let's put some saline drops in your nose, too.

W1: No. (exasperated sigh) I'll just breathe through my mouth. (Stomps back to bed).

Halloween Revisited.

I'm just barely sneaking this in here before Halloween gets swallowed up by all the other upcoming holidays. I am posting this to the background noise of W1 looking through the Target Christmas toy circular that arrived in the mail today. It is a constant repetition of: "That looks fun to play with. That looks fun to play with. THAT looks fun to play with."


At the church Halloween Trunk-or-Treat we dressed in costumes that were, as one friend put it, dangerously close to reality.


We ate chili and bread, played games, and got way too much candy.

On Halloween night, it was cold and rainy, so I sent R1 out with W1 and L1 to trick or treat while H1 and I stayed home. We handed out candy to the kids who came to our door, including one little Dorothy who looked like she was having an awful time, and a cheerleader who had an actual bloody nose.

Now, as we all recover from sugar overload, we are preparing to leave on our trip to London and Italy next week. We are beyond excited!


*Thanks to Kelly for taking our pictures!

She

She is the first of my kids to play in the toilet water.

She belly laughs when W1 plays with her.

She loves cheese.

She doesn't sleep through the night.

She screams bloody murder when L1 pokes her in the eye.

She can stealthily climb the stairs and unroll all the toilet paper in 2 minutes flat.

She walks lightening fast and is perfecting the 360 degree turn.

She always, always gets food in her hair.

She loves to pull the books from the shelves and chew on them.

She has dimples.

She makes sure all of us know when she is getting teeth.



She is my favorite daughter.

perhaps the best excuse I've heard so far

K1: W1, why are you hitting L1?


W1: Because I can't find my toy drum.