The trick to surviving a 4 1/2 hour drive with multiple squibs...take along snacks that you can toss into the backseats while you continue driving. LC is the champ at catching Teddy Grahams. When it comes to mini Chips Ahoy, Geb is no slouch. And, it must be said, I'm a pretty good shot. I need to get a video of it to submit along with my resume if they're ever hiring sea lion feeders at Sea World.
(We did a lot of holiday traveling. Totally worth it...but totally exhausting. And the floor of my van remains under an inch and a half of travel snacks.)
You can tell me she doesn't take after her father, but I have a wealth of evidence that proves otherwise...
Lately, I've noticed my affinity for delivery pizza rising while my commitment to daily exercise has been crumbling at an equally swift rate. Which led to the following evening conversation:
Me: Justin, you think I'm cute?
Me: Hypothetically...how much weight could I gain and still be cute?
Justin: 35...40 pounds?
Me: You know I was 60 pounds heavier than this with each of my last pregnancies, right?
This kid had a birthday since you've last heard from us...we caked him up.
I'm nearly positive God is having deliberate fun at my expense.
"I think I'll make Effie really talkative with strangers. Ooooo....I know. I'll make one of her favorite topics her love for Thomas the Tank Engine's best friend.
And then...wait for it....I'll design her tongue to be unable to articulate the "r" sound."
Effie, even if you genuinely adore him and want to recruit more fan club members, "I love Percy" is not going to be an appropriate conversation starter until we get you some speech therapy. #whywehaveanotalkingtostrangersrule
Teachers shouldn't accept holiday presents until after the winter break. The gifts would be a heckuva lot better.
(Squibs returned to the bliss that is typical school routine. Thank you, merciful Lord.)
Someone is no longer allowed out of her kennel during squib bath time.
(The bowels of hell opened up and spat out this dog. Which is exactly why the squibs love her brains out.)
And, speaking of Mabel...
That awkward moment when Jace's progress report comes home. And you realize his goal to "appropriately respond to the commands sit down, stand, point and give me" are the same goals you have for Mabel.
And she's showing a helluva lot more progress in meeting them.
I love the Biggs to the point of physical pain. I can also fully acknowledge the fact that he is an academic lump. These are not mutually exclusive truths. And he's up from the "performed with 0% accuracy" score he received last quarter. Way to reach for the stars, Jace. His teachers are saints. Saints, I tell you.
Thanks for continuing to check in on our herd...until you hear from us again...