4.75

So I guess this really didn't end up being the promised 'tomorrow'. Did it?

Would the stomach flu count as an excuse?

Good.

I'm feeling better, thanks. I'm also enjoying the temporary 2-3 pound weight loss from dehydration, so that's a bonus.

Anyway...

Adelaide

I know Christmas is way over, but I'm keeping her away from cameras for a while. Adelaide recently got the worst haircut. Ever. I even took her back to get an upgrade to what I would call barely marginal.

Of course, I'm kidding, Mom! She still looks cute...sorta.

Truth be told we haven't been taking too many pictures lately. It's shameful. We need a new camera in the worst way. But there's always something much less fun, and much more demanding, to do with our money. But that's a whole other, less interesting story.

What's more interesting is our littlest angel isn't so little anymore. She can write her name. (And with the name of Adelaide that is no small feat!) She is a CTR 5. Yep, 5. Soon, even. I'm going to cry.

She is a girly-girl. Except for the fact that I can hear her downstairs trying to burp with her brother right now. Normally she likes painted nails and curly hair instead of disgusting things like burping. I really should go put a stop to that. But then it might go back to the pestering and whining it was a few minutes ago. I'm going to stick with the burps.

Adelaide has started planning her nighttime wardrobe. She plans, and sets out her pajamas--days in advance. What's weird about the girl--she cannot wait to go to bed. I'm not kidding. She begs even. Although there might be a good explanation for this:

Adelaide loves to play dolls. Barbies too. It's cute. She often plays by herself in the wee hours of the morning though. She doesn't see the problem with this because she is an early-riser. By early, I mean before the sun. Which I guess during this time of year doesn't mean much because the sun never comes out, so let's just say it's too early. We do see this is a problem. We just don't know what to do about it...because we're too busy sleeping at the time.

That, my friends, is a pillow pet. And this girl loves her pillow pet. I mean, looooooooooves. The thing isn't necessarily heavy, but it still throws off her center of gravity when she hauls it around. I'm afraid she is going to go flying down the stairs one of these days. I'm just hoping she'll use it to make a soft landing, saving us a copay to the MD in the end.

And that is our girl. She is full of hugs and kisses and friendly mornings. I love her sweet, pixie voice that seems to be sticking with her even though she's growing up so fast. Thank goodness for small blessings.



So how's Randal you ask?

Post TBD. I'm not going to commit beyond that. Bad things happen to me when I do.

7.5

I think I heard the "new post" button let out a little sigh of relief when I clicked it. It must have been thinking it would soon be out of a job for all the use its been getting lately.

You haven't heard from me in a while because we've been busy. And lazy.

Mostly lazy.

Hmmm. Where to start?...

Ethan

Ethan is thinking he might like to be a chef. He is helping out in the kitchen more and more. He and I like to watch Chopped together. He is certain he could do better than the professionals with the ostrich egg if he were on the show. Because it is just an egg, you know. Gotta love that 2-grade overconfidence!

To pass time while he waits for a call from the Food Network, Ethan is playing basketball. By playing I mean trying to look up while dribbling. That's our number one goal. Baby steps.

He is also trying to reach the goal of reading 100 books. A trip to the Great Wolf Lodge will be his reward. To tell you the truth its not going as well as I hoped. Don't get me wrong, he's a great reader. His slowness has more to do with his announcement to me the other day that, "reading just isn't my thing, Mom" than his ability. I have faith when he finds the right book he'll be hooked. I think How to Train Your Dragon is the closest we've come to finding it so far. I'm open to suggestions.

(A really poor shot, but ironic that it has the book in it.)

This week Ethan starts piano lessons. He has been asking to learn for weeks now. Did I mention we got a nice, used piano for Christmas? Oh yah, I haven't posted on anything these days. Sorry.

Anyway, he was to start lessons last week, but lessons are canceled on snow days. And apparently 2 inches warrants a snow day. That still baffles this Utah girl who trudged to school, uphill, in 2 feet of snow when I was his age...both ways.

And lastly, it was recently brought to my attention that Ethan and spaghetti are no longer friends. In fact, Ethan has declared spaghetti to be his nemesis. I would have laughed out loud if I wasn't so annoyed about him not eating his dinner at the time. It's too bad, really. Ethan is so cute when he eats spaghetti. Or at least he was...

That's him in a nutshell. I love him very very very much, but pray for the day he figures out he doesn't actually know more than I do. Now that will be a good day.

So. Adelaide?

Tomorrow.