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Showing posts from March, 2010


The zoo on a Wednesday in March is a lovely place. There were perhaps twenty other people in the entire zoo today. Before we left, I printed out pictures of some plants and animals I thought we might see, and stapled them into scavenger hunt books for each of the kids. As we found each one, we put a check on that page. The only one we didn't see was pigs - I guess it's still too cold for the pot-bellied pigs.

The camel was very friendly today.

I think it might be peacock mating season. The peahens were not impressed.

We finally got around to seeing the baby jaguars; by now, it was more like seeing toddler jaguars. The mom was trying to show me up by having a clean kid.

After School

For us, "after school" means about 10:30 a.m. Truman and Penny finished their lessons and I got into the shower. I came out and they were side by side on one half of the love seat, each with a Leapster in hand. Then a few minutes later, Lucy finished her work, and took a seat next to them, with her Nintendo DS ready to go. They had the whole house to choose from, but chose to sit this close to one another. I love these guys.

spring sprung

We have been preparing our little garden space.

While I Was Sleeping

Having been in and out of consciousness all week with The Sore Throat Of Death, I've missed out on a lot of family happenings. David's been an awesome replacement, and has taken full advantage of the sneak peek of spring we've enjoyed the last few days.

Our little tree hugger.


I lost my voice yesterday. It was raspy on Monday, but on Tuesday morning, it was totally gone. Ditto for today, and today the pain in my throat and ear is a lot worse. Being sick is the pits.

So this makes it impossible for me to yell, at the kids, or the dog, or anyone. A creepy guy walked down the street, and I envisioned a whole scenario in which he breaks into the house to murder us with an axe, and I have to text 911 because I can't speak.

This kids, however, are enjoying this thoroughly. Truman pretends to have 'forgotten' several times a day that I can't talk and asks me why I'm "talking in that night-time voice."

In other news, we were expecting an offer on our condo yesterday, and it didn't come. Sigh. We are driving to Pennsylvania next week, so David can tour and interview at Seton Hill. Everything is so in limbo. At least I did finally get my mother to listen to me while I told her we're going to Pennsylvania. Before, she gets all spa…