Monday, May 23, 2011
I've realized that I love my Monday's. It hasn't always been this way, of course, but the last few months I've noticed that I always have good Monday's. Here's why:
Ever since she was like 4 months old, I've been kind of worried that she's going to be super butch when she gets older. She has this really deep voice that scares the other little kids in the park, and everyone still calls her a boy, even when I have her in pink. But then I remember we're in Portland, and boys wear pink in Portland, and have names like Ariel, and Sparrow.
After watering, I usually have some yard work to do, so I let the wild child loose in the backyard. See those bushes she's running by? I've been trimming those damn things for the past 2 weeks.
I repotted some of my geraniums and put them by the door here. I love them! She's sporting her dollar store thermals.
After yard work, we head over to the park, which you can see by her face she loves. I can't stop laughing at this picture. I want to blow it up to life size and make wallpaper out of it. It would sell like hotcakes.
After playing in the park, I head out to track practice. I coach a high school team, and Monday's are our long distance days, where we go for long runs that take us all over the surrounding neighborhoods. I must say, I get a kick out of coaching. Not only is it satisfying to see the kids discovering the intrigue of running, but I also have fun hanging out and running with them. It keeps me young, and high schoolers are pretty entertaining. But it also leads me to try reliving my glory days, which usually ends up making me depressed. That's me in the picture above, back when I was light on my feet, and a little less jiggly.
After track practice, I come home, take a shower while trying to dodge Cassidy playing with her bath toys under my feet, put on something cozy, and sprawl out on the couch with a Rootbeer to watch Gossip Girl. This show is so stupid, it's almost painful to watch, but I have a lesbian crush on Serena, and all of her pretty clothes, so I watch it faithfully every monday night.
And then, it's time to put Cassidy down for bed, and I can fall asleep while reading The Three Musketeers. It's such a good book. Not a bad day, I must say.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I just remembered I had these pics from Cassidy's birthday, and I never looked at them. That's what I love about blogging. It forces me to organize my photos. For her 1st birthday, I got a pinata, and made everyone wear mustaches so we'd look more authentic. They looked cute on the kids, but sort of creepy on me, so you won't be seeing any of those pics.
Tyler's mustache looked amazingly real. This is the only way he'll ever have hair on his upper lip. I think he can grow like 2 mustache hairs on his own. And a couple really long ones on his chin.
What's with River's eyes being closed in every picture? It looks like she's eagerly awaiting some big surprise. Who's that Italian Luigi standing behind her?
Cassidy holding her position before the raining of candy.
The pinata was a giant cat. I found the coolest store in Portland with pinatas in every shape imaginable. That's Jason sporting the uni-brow in the corner. I wish I had a better shot of him in his outfit that day. Tight silvery spandex and a sweatshirt that wasn't quite long enough to cover his bulge.
The anticipation builds as swing after swing breaks apart the poor cat.
Gee Cody, it's just your only child's first birthday party. Don't look so excited.
And the candy goes flying! It really did burst out in an impressive wave of sweets. It always cracks me up how excited kids get over the littlest things. Kids are so much more fun than adults..I wish Cassidy would just stay a little kid. I don't want her to turn into an uptight, opinionated, argumentative adult.