Linus is the brains behind the boys’ newest project, a movie involving Power Rangers and a ninja and some other stuff. I’m just the hired help.
We filmed over two days and now I just have to edit it all together and add special effects. I’m a little nervous about that part, since I only have iMovie. Maybe I can convince Uncle Evan to give it a little pizzazz. (Hint.)
It was actually pretty awesome to watch Linus and his brothers create this. There were costumes, a script, the fights were even choreographed!
If this doesn’t shred your heart into a million pieces…I don’t know what’s wrong with you.
I was able to get some behind-the-scenes photos. I guess I’ll use these in the inevitable “behind-the-scenes” documentary.
And what you’ve all been waiting for…the movie’s trailer that I put together last night. Gotta build up some buzz, you know.
It’s only 9:45 in the morning, and it’s already a winner. I got to sleep in (thank you melatonin) and I was presented with a plethora of cards and gifts upon arising.
Look, I love presents. A lot. But I can honestly say that there is nothing I love more on Mother’s Day than a pile of handmade cards and drawings. I want no other gift.
Some highlights from today include:
A family drawing from Miles, with a list of what he loves about me and George on the back (they combine Mother’s Day and Father’s Day since they won’t be in school in the summer, but George lets me keep them on my desk.)
A photo of Linus with his hands in a heart:
A card from Oliver with some nice (I guess) things about us in French:
There’s also a list of 10 8 things that Miles loves about me (he assured me he ran out of time, not things)
and then Linus, who brought the tears:
You have to love the honesty of kids, don’t you?
I’m not going to publish this right away, because I’m still waiting for the other requirement of a great Mother’s Day: a photo of me and the boys. Preferably one with only four chins between the four of us. We’ll see how that goes.
Editor’s note: it went fine. Always get a friend who understands how to minimize multiple chins to take your photos. Also, I think I need a new dress.
The boys and I got back Monday evening from our trip to Virginia and Washington DC. It would be a really long post if I recapped in detail (and I know no one wants to sit through all that), so I’ll just hit the highlights.
Plane ride went fine. iPads FTW.
We met Emily at the bus stop.
Much soccer was played in the backyard.
I got some Andrew snuggles.
We went to the Natural History museum one day.
Emily had her First Communion.
There was a crawfish boil after.
The next day, we went back into DC to go to the Air and Space Museum.
After, the boys and I spent some time with Kiki and Mike and some other friends I don’t get to see very often. This is how their kids reacted to the boys:
Not really. I was just taking pictures of them because they’re so cute and their backyard is awesome.
The next day, before heading back home, we took the boys to the Lego store and visited Mike at work.
The last NOLA Navy Week was a few years ago, and I can’t say it went all that well (with the boys) but this year, we went on a tour of a huge ship, and they had a blast.
It helped that Ethan and his parents came with us, along with some other friends. The boys were in heaven, climbing in and out of every kind of military vehicle imaginable.
Some pictures from the day:
Waiting to get on the ferry. Which one of these is not like the others?
On the way to the USS Wasp:
With Daddy right before getting on:
In and around and on and under various vehicles around the ship, and wearing a helmet (remind me to shave the boys’ heads ASAP):
Details of the ship:
My favorite part, when they got to sit in a tank. It was probably the cutest thing ever.
Tank in a tank. (His nickname as a baby.)Linus in a tank.Oliver in a tank.Miles in a tank.
Their favorite part, though, was firing this giant gun.
A few weeks ago, I responded to a casting call for local identical twins about the boys’ age. Didn’t hear anything, forgot about it, no big deal.
But then yesterday, I got an email in the morning asking if the boys would be available for filming today. I called back the casting agent and was told the casting person from the other show gave her the boys’ pictures for this movie. Since I said they could be available, the boys were now going to be considered.
Since the filming was taking place the next day, they’d have to choose someone quickly, so I spent all day in a state of nervous excitement. I couldn’t even eat, could barely concentrate.
It’s just as well they never called. I could not do this all the time. Although I suppose it would be a good weight loss tool.
I don’t know if it’s okay to give too many details of what the movie is, but let’s just say:
– I’ve been binge watching The Americans and one of the stars is in it
and
– Alright alright alright!
The part they were up for involved holding on to Mama’s leg and crying, and I don’t know if Elizabeth Jennings would be wearing the skirts my children would take turns crying on, or that the dude in the Lincoln commercials would be their dad, but it’s cool to imagine it was.
But the state of nervousness all day was too much to take on a regular basis. The boys didn’t even know, so I don’t have to worry about their delicate egos being bruised, at least.
Oh, who am I kidding? This is the second time in their life we’ve been through this. I can handle it once every three years, right?
The window next to my desk has an air conditioning unit on it. This side of the house gets full sun, so a long time ago, we put in the unit and installed film on the windows to reduce the heat. I tell you this because this morning, this gal/guy was hanging out on the air conditioner, just chilling and cooing.
I mentioned the window film because I am pretty sure s/he couldn’t see me because it’s reflective. So that’s handy.
I tried to get a video clip of the cooing, but while I was filming, Bird 1 flies off and Bird 2 is now holding down the fort.
This one has a very…”don’t let this guy drive the bus” look, don’t you think?
So I guess they’re pigeons? I suppose I could use something more reliable than a children’s book to identify it, hmm.
Mmm, oysters.
Kristina and I tried out this new food market the other day before she went back home. We had some really delicious raw oysters, a cheese board, a salad, and a crepe stuffed with macaroni and cheese and pulled pork. I mean, yeah. It was good.
We also attended the boys’ school fundraiser on Sunday night. More good food, especially the brisket tacos from Taceaux Loceaux (the name annoys me greatly, but what can you do?) (PS It’s pronounced Taco Loco. I don’t know how obvious that is if you’re not from here.)
Entertainment at the fundraiser
I may have hit the open bar a few times, because by the time we left, I had a fancy bottle of wine from one raffle and I’d outbid everyone for some hair salon services in the silent auction. It’s all for a good cause, at least.
Sunday was a really big day, actually. Between the garage sale and the school fundraiser, we also went out to cheer on my friend Heather as she finished her first half Ironman triathlon!
Well, I should say we attempted to cheer her on. Thanks to some gross ineptitude by local organizers, the website said the race finished at City Park. But no, it actually finished several miles away at the lakefront.
By the time we finally go there, she had already finished. 😦 I was so upset about it, and really freaking angry at the organizers. I wonder how many other people missed seeing finishers?
The kids made a poster for her, and the adults made a few too.
On the bright side, I almost got to see fellow identical triplet mom Kim close to the finish line. You may remember me posting about her husband, who was killed last year in a training ride for this very same triathlon. She decided to train for it and race it in his memory. So inspiring.
(My friend Robin, also a mom of triplets, also finished it. I know so many kick ass women!)
In horticultural news, a couple of weeks ago, I planted some jasmine along our iron fence. We only have a side yard, so hopefully this will add some privacy as well as some beauty and nice scents. And probably bees.
And it’s already growing! I don’t know how much I am supposed to nudge it along the fence, but it seems to be doing okay. I guess it’ll be a few years before the fence is covered, but it’s fun to watch the progress now.
On the other hand, the Bradford pear I planted when we moved in eleven years ago has some weird black spots on the leaves, which also look like they’ve been eaten. I need to figure out what to do about that.
Remember when my friend Matt got very very sick about five years ago? Well, the husband of another mom of multiples is currently very ill with the same kind of situation. A flesh eating bacteria. Matt pulled through, and I’m confident Melissa’s husband will as well, but they can use all the positive thinking (and other support) we can send their way.
I remember Alicia saying that Matt did as well as he did because he was a rugby player, so big and muscly and solid. Melissa’s husband Josh is a police officer, so similarly brawny, so I think this is a good sign. Keep them in your thoughts.
Next week, the boys and I are headed to Virginia for Emily’s first communion. A plane ride with all three – hopefully I won’t get barfed on this time. Hmm.
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