photo dump: triple digits edition

Dear East Coast, I’m sorry you are dealing with all that annoying wet stuff falling from the sky and saturating your neck of the woods. What is it that you call it? Oh, yeah, rain. I think I heard of rain before. I might have even seen it…then again, I don’t know for sure. Perhaps it’s just what I seen on the evening news. Meanwhile we are hot here in the Central Valley and pretty much everywhere on the West Coast. Very hot. Very dry, miserable hot with sticky clouds up above that only offer dry lightning strikes in the mountains because what’s one more raging wild fire right now?

Whatever!

We’re going over to Casa de Scarborough-Jacques because they have a pool and it’s hot…freaking, broiling hot.

Yeah, this will work. This will work out just fine.

At the end of the day the added bonus for Hollie and Ben…

…sleepy water babies.

summer break look

First week of summer break begins but first let’s take care of some business: dentist, pediatrician, summer tutoring assessments, and, most important, a new summer look.

Because the disco party-rave-bedhead-hot mess ‘do is just all kinds of wrong. The first and foremost wrong is that mom kept procrastinating to make the appointment to get a wa-ay overdue haircut. Daniel would like you all to know about that epic mom-fail.

They know now, Daniel.

Happy?

The challenge this past year has been finding someone to cut Daniel’s hair with respect to his sensory issues and NOT USE THE CLIPPERS because when his mom tells you to not use clippers when giving him his requested neat sweep look with a hat tip to David Beckham, Justin Timberlake and Liam Payne because he. just. can. not. handle. that. buzzing. sensation. Hollie COULD do it but then we stir in that whole bossy big sister, uncooperative little brother dynamic and then I have two cranky kids to deal with. Both pretty much told me yeah, no. Then came the one session in a local barber’s chair where after listening carefully to what Daniel wanted and my request to not use clippers and why, the barber nodded her head yes and used the clippers anyway while Daniel did his very best to keep his shit together until the very end as two, big, fat tears rolled down his paled cheeks. After that, Hollie put a call out to her people as to where could Daniel get the look that he wanted without clippers because Hollie assured me that it could be done.

Enter Raquel.

I missed Daniel’s first time in her chair as his sister, Hollie, took him. Daniel was thrilled. And finally, literally three months later, mom made another appointment and here he was, back in Raquel’s chair…happy. Raquel got to work quickly while the two of them caught up like old friends. She was quick with her scissors cutting off so much hair…three months growth all over the floor…and clippers were never picked up. Added bonus, she is absolutely gorgeous.

Yeah, I can see why Daniel likes her!

NOW, we’re ready for summer break!

and just like that, a new tooth fairy is born

When Hollie was in first grade, she literally was the only first grader, at least at Athenour Elementary School, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine how hard this was on her…or on her parents who thought that something was wrong. But the family dentist assured us that all was good. In fact, he told us it was better to lose the baby teeth late rather than early. Still the shame of it, to be the only first grader in Mrs. Miller’s class to not be flashing a toothless smile. Until that fateful day when, miracle of miracles, Hollie lost her very first tooth just two months shy of her 7th birthday.

Thus began the long and illustrious career of our family circus’ tooth fairy. He was good at his job too…creative, consistent and he looked good in that pink tutu too.

Fast forward years and years later and here we have been with poor Hazel Faye, literally the only first grader in the whole wide world, in the universe even, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine the stress, frustration and resignation as she imagined that she would NEVER lose a tooth.

Toothless at last!! And a little more than a week before she turns 7 too. Oh happy day!

Yes, and just like that, a new tooth fairy was born.

A pretty generous tooth fairy, the elder tooth fairy grumbled. Turns out the newborn tooth fairy found herself with no singles but being a quick thinking, creative tooth fairy, she decided $5 was fair for the first. She even managed to convey that message to Hazel Faye too. She might be young and new at this job, but it seems that she is a creative and quick thinking as the elder tooth fairy. Still, he grumbles, she needs to stock up on some tooth fairy currency. Because nothing sucks more than hitting every open store after 10PM trying to get change including a golden dollar coin. That might have happened one time to the elder tooth fairy.

Congratulations, Hazel Faye! You are even more adorable toothless!

kids, here are 10 things I may or may not have told you

You made me cry…a lot

Hollie and me – 1987. No apologies for the hair and glasses because 1987.

I wanted that last piece of pie…cake…cookie

Hollie, Zoë and me, 1992. Yes, those are matching Christmas sweaters. A gift. Funny how my darling husband didn’t receive one.

It hurt.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby and me, 1994. One child might never forgive me for this picture.

I was always afraid…still am…don’t judge, especially if you are not my child.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby, Jodie and us, 1996. Apparently we didn’t realize just how busy we were then as people told us ALL THE TIME that “we must be busy.

I know that I am not perfect.

And the Family Circus is completed, 2002. Also the year where any doubts of me being a perfect Mother were solidly squashed. Have a teenager and you will understand.

I watched you as you slept…still do.

Hollie, 1990

I carried you a lot longer than nine months.

Zoë, 1998

It broke my heart every time you cried.

Abby, 1997

I put you first.

Jodie, 1999

I would do it all over again…times five…to the infinity power.

Daniel, 2008

Kids, I can’t begin to express my gratitude that I get to be your Mother, Mommy, Mom, times five…to infinity and beyond.

I thank you all for calling me Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mommy Dearest, OMG-Mom, Mother; and, thank you , for needing me, teaching me, forgiving me, loving me, accepting me, modeling me and, most of all, amazing me because I get to say that I am Mom to these five remarkable people.

BONUS!! I have to say that I must be a pretty okay mom because these two perfectly, exquisite children  call me Mima…and give the best hugs.

 

no weasels were teased in this post

You can knit a kitten mittens
And perhaps that cat would purr.
You could fit a fox with socks
That exactly matched his fur.
You could make a goat a coat with a collar trimmed in mink
Or give a pig a wig
In a dainty shade of pink.
But never tease a weasel;
This is very good advice.
A weasel will not like it
And teasing isn’t nice!

A long, long time ago in a land far, far away called Mooncrest I literally read this book so many times that I had memorized it.

Never Tease A Weasel was a favorite of my brothers and sister. There were so many reasons to love this book in both the words and images. Bold, bright colors and wonderful rhymes that clearly paint a picture of all the reasons why we should never tease a weasel because it’s fun to be friends with a weasel instead. Yes, I read this to Randy, Billy and Valerie so many times to the point that the eminently repeatable refrains did become a part of  my familiar quotations.

A very familiar Mom-quote especially for this Fab Four. Growing up, they heard far too many times that they should never tease a weasel…or a sister…because teasing isn’t nice. And they often would roll their eyes because honestly Mom what does a weasel have to do with me teasing my sister anyway? Years later it has become a memory the four of them share and often laugh about…their mom telling them not to tease a weasel (there I’ve said it thrice!). Where in the world did that come from really they wondered out loud recently?

So of course I had to find the book because my grand babies need to learn that it is okay to knit a kitten mittens, give a moose some juice or bake a drake a cake…along with understanding that teasing is not nice.

If only I could find the original 1964 edition that doesn’t cost $30-60 or more.