I have Tri-lingual Children

... in my dreams. Of course, I sometimes also have three children in my dreams.

Today Si choked on a piece of fruit. Emmy said, "Kkok, kkok sheeboh Si!" I said, "Do you know what that means?" She said, "Yeah. Chew, chew your food." I said, "Pretty much." I don't think she realizes she's speaking Korean when she says this.

the sound of shattering glass

Si's turning 1 this week, E's 4.5 and I feel like I'm really getting the hang of this parenting thing. Can handle broken glass on the floor, a crying baby, a preschooler who suddenly needs to poop, a whistling kettle and 12 more hours to go in the day, all at the same time, as was proof this morning. It's about handling priorities in the right order. Do so and you won't even notice that the poop has hit the fan. No big deal!
In case you're wondering:
1. stop the kettle.
2. sweep trail through glass.
3. get preschooler safely to bathroom.
4. clean up glass well.
5. pick up baby and apologize.
6. make coffee because who knows what else is in store.
7. smile! life is good.
Now, not to be a downer, but life is very good. Mike and I often point out how lucky we are, that we bare such a charmed life. BUT life is not good for folks in Japan right now, not good for many other people, for many other reasons, in most parts of the world. Through the day to day I never forget this. This Monday is World Water Day and we who have access to clean water even in our toilet bowls, should do something for those who don't at all.

Is There no Order

Why is the 9-month-old climbing up the futon couch? Why is the 9 month old climbing at all already? And why is the 4 year old fixing sandwiches herself? And how did she figure out how to work the DVD? Where is their mother you ask? In a corner hiding, eating bits of chocolate like it's a hallucinogenic.

6 onths today-eating, and jumping, and clapping, and crawling

mango pits make good teethers!



Remember this? One of few things we kept from E's babyhood... the jonny jump up!


not as addicted as his sis.

last days of summer, first day of school

Proud E on her first day of school.


E's lemonade stand... and $9.60 richer.

Somos Quatro

So much has happened since March 09. Most notably, this little guy was born.

And now we are four!

we're baaaack!

stay tuned...

before I go

got berry?

another fire alarm, E got to stay up until around midnight.
Heading to Seattle tomorrow morn to meet up with M and E. M reports that E is saying things like, "Look, two doggies!" and "Two flowers!" and "Boy running!" and "12345," which makes me about the saddest mom on earth to miss out on so much of her development. It's been 3 days and she looks like a tween on the iChat already. Might as well shoot myself. Except it has been fun to stay out late and pretend I didn't turn 30 this year...

chatty little girl

trip to the zoo... last month

E did NOT like the nonhuman primates. I admit seeing gorillas kind of gave me the creeps, like I shouldn't have the opportunity to see such a beautiful creature within Boston city limits... definately an animal that should not be kept in captivity for our entertainment. Neither the birds, nor mammals, nor reptilians...

summertime and the livin's easy

I'll be starting a full time job in a week but will try to keep the blog up regularly... Mike's been instructed to start using the camera more so you don't miss out on E's life. Emmy is growing fast, putting 2 and 3 words together like, "Seeya Mama!" and "I don't want" and "Daddy's book" and "Mama, what is?" and "Bob Dee-yan" and "Winnie Pooh" etc. Pretty cute.

exodus

The great exodus has occured here in Cambridgeland. Tens of thousands of students have fled the city via mom and dad's SUV. Everything that didn't fit was left behind: in dumpsters, on the street, lining sidewalks and porticos. The pictures really do not do it justice. It was in-sane, rediculous!

I admit I have been waiting for this end of the year windfall to happen, with hopes of finding wonderful, designer, useful things for myself without actually looking like I was dumpster diving. If you are unfamiliar with that term, you may want stop here. Anyway, I scored a pair Armani pants for my sis and a hoodie for my hubbie because they almost literally fell into my arms, but sadly, that's where it ends. I really wanted to save the great kitchen table in the photo below from going to a landfill, but the roommates (Mike, E) said no.
Can you imagine? I was surprised that there wasn't better organization to the mess, things that could easily and cheaply have been sent to New Orleans, say. I was happy to spy a few hippies and townies score some pretty good finds (I'm talking NICE things here!), and I am still on the lookout for a few things: bike trailer, shelving, rugs, fan. There are still people moving out all summer so one can only hope.


All this started the weekend our dear friends Dan and Rebecca visited. Here's a shot of them with Mike and E.

A close up of Dan looking rather fatherly. Maybe one day soon D and R will start making babies of their own if I may be so frank.

Not to mention these two yahoos:

And a couple others that I have no current picture of. But I digress. It was wonderful to talk and eat and hang out with them!