The Many Faces.

Stella. Stella. Stella.

A dynamic, wack-o little bird.

Three days bring a thousand faces.


Feeling both irritated and grateful for the grub.

Asking me to restrain myself with my bad camera ways.

Resigning herself to the camera and the mom.

Playing with brother's bike gear.

Okay.
Not one of the faces of Stella.
But she got a new dress this weekend that came with these beauties.

Exhibit C.
Crazy.
Lady.
Eating PB&J.

Waiting patiently for BBQ.

Changed her mind. Where in the hell is my food?

Blowing off steam after dinner.

Signed. Sealed. Delivered.

It's official.

He starts Kindergarten in the fall.

Now bring on medical school.

Or a Master's program in creative writing.

Or, you know...

Whatever makes him happy.

Round and Round and Round.

This weekend will be all about shopping (the kids have no clothes).

Literally, I’ve heard about this but have yet to experience it (times two). They really have no clothes. Stella's pants are too short. Henry's shirts are too tight. There are no socks. No lightweight pajamas. No leggings.


All that to say, look out Macy’s and Old Navy. We’re coming for you.

This weekend will also bring swimming. And bbqing. And music and gymnastic classes.

And there will be bike-riding practice. Henry got a new bike last weekend and we’re going to take him out for another spin round’ the park.



He’s decidedly not a fan of trying to balance a bike on his own at this point. But we’re taking a page from the old school parenting book that says “AH! Don’t baby em! Just throw em off the side off the side of the pool and they’ll learn to swim.”

Well, maybe we won’t reference the ENTIRE page of that book, but he’s definitely getting back on the proverbial horse this weekend.

It will help him hone his complaining skills to a beautiful, fine point. Which one could argue is a greater life skill than riding a bike.

We’ll see.

Four Leaf.

This weekend was full of adventure.

Saturday we hosted our annual Cinco de Mayo party but, as I write this, I realize I may talk about parties too much.


So, other than a brief mention of good friends, sombreros, cowboy hats and a GINORMOUS meal that did not suck, let me just say this particular fiesta went well.

But there’s bigger news!

We have another family member! His name is Clover and we got him on Sunday.

The bad news: When we showed up at the pet store to pick him out, we arrived about 20 minutes too early.

And it was closed.

And there was crying.

And pouting.

And more crying.

Eventually we calmed down, regrouped and made it in PetCo. We picked out Clover, picked out an aquarium, picked out water treatment, picked out a water heater, picked out a thermometer to check the water temperature, picked out plants to go in the aquarium, picked out a skull to go in the aquarium, picked out fish food. Whew! And, as a side note, picked out a new cat bed for Sam. The original pet.

It was quite a trip. I thought we’d go in, get a bowl and a fish and call it a morning. So, you know, as I’m finding more and more often these days – I was wrong.

The good news: he made it through the night and was not doing any sort of suspicious back float when we got up this morning.



Henry checks on him about every 10 and a half seconds and has declared himself quite a fish dad. And we think it's funny to say Clover's father.

I wonder if he'll feel like a father when it's time to clean the tank?