Albuquerque Turkeys

Aunt Julianne to Hayden:  So how was preschool yesterday?
Hayden:  I will tell you one thing.  It'th over in thix dayth.
(true story--that boy did not like preschool very much.  I hope he likes kindergarten!)



Another time I was snuggling with Sydney, hoping she'd fall asleep.  After awhile of her tossing and turning and continually getting in and out of bed, I said, "Are you going to sleep or not?"  Sydney replied, "Not."

The first week of swim team, the kids were discussing last year's swim coach vs. this year's swim coach.  One of them said, "Coach Niko has earrings and a tattoo, but he's still really nice."  And Daphne said,  "At least he doesn't have gages, and sparkly nail polish, and a bracelet that says "Boobies" like Coach Luke.  And that bracelet was black and green, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't talking about breast cancer."

I signed Sydney up for the preschool age swim lessons which is in a little pool with a gate around it.  Well, Sydney did not appreciate me putting her in a cage full of other kids she didn't know and stood out of the water the entire first lesson screaming, "Get me outta here!"  I tried a different tactic the next day.


Sydney, holding a stolen binky, said, "I am little."  I replied, "But you are also kind of big." Too big for a binky, is what I meant.  And she, understanding me perfectly, said, "But I'm also kind of little," and popped the binky back in her mouth.


Sydney sneezed.  "Bless you!" I said.  Then she coughed, and looked at me expectantly.  After no response from me she said, "Mom, say 'What a nice cough.'"


(I think I genuinely may have had some sort of nervous breakdown, although I guess I can't be sure.  Not entirely sure what constitutes a nervous breakdown, but for three days I cried whenever I was alone--in the shower, doing the dishes, running errands, you name it.  But I finally pulled myself together, and CMT 2013 ended up being a success--thanks to lots of people who helped out when I figured out that I couldn't actually do it all by myself.)


When Dallin and Brooklyn were practicing the scene with the love song, "Til There Was You" for the first time, Dallin was suffering from all manner of awkwardness.  His friend Charles was there giving him a hard time, but threw out this good advice:  "Come on Dallin, make it a positive experience!"

It's been a very busy couple of months over here, and hence my blogging has been neglected.  I'm kind of surprised anybody even checks our blog anymore, but my stats tell me that some people still do.  :)  So for the faithful few who have been checking up on us now and again, I just thought I'd let you know that I am coming up for air, and will have some updates soon.  Stay tuned.

Not ours, though.  As much as Daphne would have loved to adopt them all, Arthur and I have told the kids that we have enough poop to clean up.  Therefore, until the last Gariety is potty-trained, we will not be entertaining any ideas about adding something else that poops to our home.

We have some friends whose cat had kittens in April, and they were so nice to let our kids come over and hold them like once a week until they were old enough to give away.  Daphne asked me DAILY if I would take her to the Steels so she could visit the kittens.

They were very darling, and to be honest, had Arthur not held his ground, I'm pretty sure I would have been convinced to take one.  (Daphne would have been elated!)