Say what you will
…but if buying a selfie stick means the boys not only sit still for pics but actually want to be in them, then it’s worth the embarrassment of admitting that I bought a selfie stick.
Author: Pam Kocke
NOLA mom of identical triplets. Talent Acquisition at Automattic. Enjoy reading and photography and sewing and bookbinding.
Another one bites the dust
The tooth fairy has been very busy this week. She needs to get some more golden dollars, stat!
I need to figure out how many teeth have been lost this summer. I’d guess ten, at least.
Just little things
I keep thinking of little things to say, then I forget. Let’s see if I can remember.
- Went swimming last night with the girls. Adults only, had festive beverages from the club’s bar. Too bad our membership runs out at the end of next week. There’s going to be a lot of evening swimming in the next two weeks, I hope!
- School starts Monday! Second grade. Nuts.
- The attic is getting insulated tomorrow, just in time, since it’s about a thousand degrees here.
- I started running again, even though I am still dealing with Achilles tendinitis. I’m trying to do my stretches, icing, and rolling my calf muscle in hopes that I’ll survive the Jazz Half Marathon at the end of October.
- Helpful hint: Don’t put the digital food scale too close to the hot element on your flat top stove. Unless you want a new digital food scale.
- Promised I’d take the boys to see Pixels while we have to be out of the house for the attic stuff. I am not optimistic about the quality.
- Took the boys to the dentist last week – no cavities!
Some pics ‘n’ stuff:
Oliver uses his head:
What is the deal with these? I have seen “Asia” like eight times, but never a Linus, Oliver, nor Miles. But I had to buy these when I saw them both at Target. Sucker.
Saying bye to friends
I went to a goodbye party last night for some friends who are leaving New Orleans. It was sad, of course, but also full of laughs.
Especially watching old people my age try to figure out selfie sticks.
Those are all triplet and quad mamas, giving Robin and Bryan a send off before they head out of town.
The Gates moved here about five years ago, as part of the Hornets/Pelicans coaching staff. Thanks to them, the boys got to attend a couple of NBA games, which was pretty awesome.
Their triplets were born quite prematurely, but they’re all healthy four year olds (what?) now, quite a bit bigger than when I photographed them.
Aw, squishes!
Anyway, they’re just great people and hopefully they’ll find themselves in New Orleans again one day.
Linus update
Linus decided that he actually didn’t want the Star Wars backpack and lunchbox he’d picked out last week. (Because the lunchbox wasn’t rectangular like his brothers’. Okay.) So we returned them to Toys R Us and headed to Target, since Toys R Us was pretty picked clean.
He ended up with…
A not-rectangular Mario lunchbox and backpack! Sigh. (Well, at least it’s more rectangular than Darth Vader’s head.)
We also went to the dentist so they could tell us how much it would cost to take care of his yellow tooth. Turns out it’s not as expensive as I’d thought it might be (I think it would be a veneer) so his smile won’t look like this for too much longer:
Well, it’ll still be goofy, just a bit whiter.
The 90s #tbt
In a few weeks, the New Orleans Moms Blog is throwing the annual Moms Night Out. It’s really fun, and this year’s theme is “90s Prom.”
As one of the organizers, I’ll be wearing a t-shirt, not a prom dress, but I’m making my outfit as authentically 90s as possible. Well, early 90s. High school.
But I’m somewhat pleased to see that my 90s style wasn’t all that bad. I mean, it could have been much worse.
Well, okay, I did have “the Rachel.” This is my first college apartment, 1994.
But other than that, I mean, okay, cut off jean shorts were a constant.
and Birkenstocks!
Sure, there was that ill-advised perm in 1993, but I learned my lesson.
But can you blame me? Obviously I could rock a perm, as evidenced by the bottom row of pics:
By the time the late 90s rolled around, we were living in London, my hair was long and straight (thank you, English dry air) and probably my glasses were the worst thing about me. Or those ubiquitous black slides. Hmm.
Well. I hope you enjoyed this short trip down memory lane. Just wait til you see my outfit for Mom’s Night Out!
It’s gone!
After 7.5 years (kind of a lie, we really put it up probably 6.5 years ago) we finally took down the baby gate.
I know it seems weird – do 7 year olds really need a baby gate? Well, our living room is upstairs, and the floors are wood. And at the bottom of the (hard, wooden) stairs is a ceramic tile floor.
And with the amount of running and wrestling and general tomfoolery that goes on upstairs, I just felt better having the gate there. But I’ve forbidden socks upstairs now, and the boys are a pretty cautious sort, so I feel okay about it.
Hopefully we won’t end up with any more fractured skulls.
92 months
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Campers of the Year!
I know it’s just a silly award, but I’m still a proud mama.
Linus, part deux (plus more)
I know you’re on the edge of your seat. “WHAT BACKPACK DID LINUS PICK!?!?” you’re screaming. Well, your wait has come to an end. He chose…
Minions.
But there was no matching lunchbox.
Okay.
Mario, then.
No matching lunchbox.
There’s gotta be something.
Lego? Nope. Skylanders? Nah. Power Rangers? Oh please, Mama. Eye roll.
How about…
Darth Vader?
Yesss!
Whew.
Now, this was after dinner. And honestly, because of what Linus did at dinner, I would have bought him every backpack at the store.
This is what I put on their plates. Grilled chicken, a few square inches of sauteed kale, and half of a tiny roasted potato. The chicken, I knew they’d eat. The other two things I threw on just because I am an eternal optimist.
Well. Linus ate his kale. And liked it. And asked for seconds, and thirds. They all gobbled up the potatoes (you’d think roasted potatoes wouldn’t be a hard sell to kids who eat french fries, but well, you know my kids.) It was a triumph! Woot!
I’d like to thank Penzey’s for their help. The Country French Vinaigrette was what I tossed the potatoes in before roasting and the Trinidad marinade went on the kale. (They also will eat the heck out of fish when I sprinkle it on.)
Linus Day (part 1)
Finally, poor Linus got his turn. He’d been waiting and waaaaaiting and life isn’t fair and why does he always have to go last? I reminded him that he was the first pulled from my uterus, but he didn’t think that was funny.
We hit the mall first, where there’s a Payless. Shoes first!
He knew exactly what he wanted, we were in and out in five minutes. I thought, this is going to go way faster than the other two!
The skies were black when we left the house, and while we were in the mall it started pouring. So we hit the salon in the mall for a haircut. I forgot to get a before, but here’s one from yesterday morning to give you an idea:
He looked so cute in the chair, but I was sure he’d lose an ear because every time it thundered, he’d twitch.
After. Still kind of a mess because of his cowlicks. But still adorable, right?
Dinner next! And so many choices at the mall food court! Ha! So fancy. He had chick-fil-a, while I got to have mall Chinese, my favorite! Bad mom, no pics of our fancy meal.
It was still storming like crazy, so we went to Dillard’s so I could get a wedding gift for a friend. Even got it wrapped all fancy since we couldn’t leave the mall.
Eventually made a mad dash for the car while it was still pouring, and we got soaked to the bone (see top pic for evidence.) There was no way I was going to drive all the way to Toys R Us in that weather – the roads to our neighborhood flood in storms like this – so I told him we’d have to wait for another day. He just wanted to get out of the storm, so he was okay with it.
So I’ll get two trips with Linus, lucky me. 🙂
BINGO!
My post today at the New Orleans Moms Blog…NOLA Parenting BINGO! Play today!
(And I changed my blog theme. Like it?)
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