Here is Skylar’s ear piercing in pictures.
This also depicts Skilly in a nutshell.
Here is our overly dramatic bag of nerves.
She spent an entire month worried about getting her ears pierced.
Scout tried to help the situation by singing “Baby, baby, baby” — you know….Justin Bieber.
But this wasn’t the last we would hear from Mr. Bieber.
B had to literally hold Skylar down like this so that she wouldn’t move.
Moving had become Skylar’s greatest fear.
Let’s be honest — who would want uneven ears?
She was saying, “NO…NOT YET…NO!!!”
But then Justin Bieber came on the radio over the loud speaker, and in a moment of Bieber Fever weakness, she said, “OK….DO IT!”
And they did.
She immediately said, “That was it? That didn’t even hurt!”
Really?
You mean what we had told you for months was true?
We were glad to see our brave soul comfort the next girl.
(Notice the hand holding.)
Interesting how that next girl started bawling and just couldn’t go through with it.
Maybe it was all of the drama and freaking out that she saw from Skylar for twenty minutes prior to the piercing.
You are the big 12!
You are official babysitting age.
Don’t forget that I trump everyone when it comes to babysitting.
And I pay free fifty free.
Your payment came in the form of me naming my child after you.
After dinner, we had just enough light to get a family walk in. Scout was on his two wheeler, Icka was on the trike (telling me she wanted out the entire time), Micah was overseeing Scout’s safety, and I pushed sweet thing.
The beginning of our journey.
Icka kept flashing her smile, so we tried to get a photo. Micah realized how impossible it is to snap a shot of her, because our girl doesn’t wait for anything — especially the three red eye flashes. Good old Scout smiled on cue every time.
Our neighbors rose bushes are insane! They look like this every year.
Dasiy and Donald are back!
They have shown up for about the last five days, and my kids love to feed them.
My mom gets so annoyed (due to the massive poops) whenever she sees them, and basically forbids us to provide their snacks.
So we usually do it when she isn’t around, or is still snoozing away.
This was the first time that Daisy showed up solo.
Scout had a lot of theories as to where Donald was — Duck Chuck E. Cheeses, Duck Work…
But since it is Sunday, we finally settled on Duck church.
(Update — when we returned from church, the couple was reunited and waiting patiently for us and their bread. Glad to know that there wasn’t a duck divorce like there was two years ago.)
We renewed our pass to the Wild Animal Park, and spent an afternoon there with Nonnie.
Scout used to totally be into feeding the birds, but was much more hesitant this time around. He actually kept a good distance, while Icka was trying to basically terrorize the innocent creatures. They had their revenge when one of them bit her. Lesson learned.
Scout had a death grip on me from behind.
Our time was pretty short, so we headed to the tram that takes us into Africa. Notice Scout sitting so happily on my mom’s lap and Icka trying to escape.
She tired us out, and by about minute fifteen, she was all over the place.
Her favorite place was the seat behind us with a little girl that would scream her bloody brains out at Navy. Icka held her own, and out screamed her. This shot is pre-fight.
As soon as she could tell that her carers were wiped from her shenanigans, she would charm herself back into our good graces with a supersmooch.
I read one of these books a few years back as I only had one little masculine baby under my belt.
I recently picked up another book, that I am just starting.
I will let you guess which child goes with which book.
(Sidenote: (for my children who will read this in the future) I have two perfect and adorable children. One is calm and my little shadow who is agreeable and happy. One is quite the busy little bee, who has started using the word “NO” in a screachy, high-pitched voice. This little one is not bad by any means. In fact, she is an absolute delight and makes me laugh all day long. I am just trying to nip my sweet thing’s strong will in the bud, before she gets into her toddler years. I love her strong will. I love that her personality is bigger than life. I love that Scout is learning great life lessons, I am learning consistency and patience, and Micah is learning that his personality genes took over on this girl.)
Anyone who knows me might keel over and die when they find out what I just bought. For the first time in my life….I bought a calendar. I don’t know whether to celebrate or cry. I have always been able to organize everything in my mind just fine. I am still pretty fine with how I do things. But lately I’ve found that when people ask about a certain date, I get an inkling that I “have something” that day…I just don’t remember what that “something” is. At least this way, when I excuse myself from an activity, I will have a legitimate reason, instead of, “I know I have something, but I don’t remember what it is or what time it is.” I also might show up where I am supposed to when I am supposed to. I think Micah and my mom might have a special party in my honor because of my recent purchase.
But as I write this….I am starting to perspire under my arms just a bit. Who wants a schedule. Who needs a schedule. Certainly not me! We’ll see how this goes. Time will tell.
Talk about buyer’s remorse!
(August 12th update — My calendar is still on May, with scribbling all over it from Skylar.)
Carruthy took a strep test. He said it caused a fight within the office. Carruthy thought it was negative, and the peons thought it was positive. Obviously Carruthy was right, but as a precaution, he took another swab and sent it to the lab. “It would be extremely rare for a child this young to have strep”, according to Carruthy. The results proved that he is the only person worth seeing in that office. No strep. So I asked what else it might be? “Even more rare than strep would be mononucleosis.” I guess my boy is one rare child.
And by the way —- Isn’t mono the “kissing disease”? Furthermore, I don’t have mono….so who else has he been kissing? I wonder if Roly the Holy Poly had mono.
Scout and I tried new stuff in our garden this year — carrots, cantaloupe and sugar snap peas. The carrots and melon were a bust, but the sugar snaps are a huge hit. Scout is always begging to go out and have some peas — which for my picky eater is welcomed news. Icka munches on them, and waits for them to be completely chewed up before she gently uses her tongue to push the green mush out of her mouth and down her cute outfit.
We also got one cherry tomato. Peas will be a definite must for seasons to come, and they are literally brainless. You plant them and they grow.
B is the person who is always in the know. So when she called us this morning to tell us that there was a 35 foot whale that was stuck in the harbor, I was stoked that an adventure awaited only two minutes away. We found her at Doheny Beach, just past the break and along the jetty. Nobody knows if she is injured or just hanging out. Scout thought it was definitely Shamu, but I told him it was just one of Shamu’s buddies. Channel 11 interviewed me and the kids for their afternoon news. The funny thing is that when I got home, I went in and turned the TV on, and there we were. They even used the following soundbite;
Reporter — He just keeps popping his head up….what do you think he is doing?
Me — He is just coming up for air — trying to breathe.
The brilliance just oozes out of me!
Here he is spraying water out of his blowhole.
Poor Scout kept pointing at the whale — or a large piece of seaweed!
Two news choppers, and tons of microwave trucks were hanging out.
These paddle boarders got a serious surprise. Can you imagine being so close? It reminds me of the time I jumped in the ocean to swim with David from Catalina to the main land. For fear of what was underneath the surface, I never put my head under. Good thing, because if I had seen something like this whale underneath me, I would have flipped.
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