Dirt

Field notes:
Sage: Takes cookie, buries cookie. Digs cookie up. Puts cookie in mouth. Takes out cookie. Buries cookie again. Digs cookie up. Forego pattern and faceplants into dirt. Always quicker to take out middle man.
Lola: Fills bucket with water, grabs old mop (where did this mop come from? What/who owned it before and to what purpose? Why did it end up in the hands of my eight year old?) and proceeds to "wash" the car. Gets bored. Takes off clothes. Sticks head in bucket (no, she did not chage the water first)
Stella: Run around yard trying to escape "safety" perimeter. Books it down the driveway to the road. If no options present themselves, chooses cliff to dive off of. If blocked, throws herself down hill towards certian death in vernal pool.

Such a large part of being a parent is watching my kids have fun and just GETTING OUT OF THE WAY.....The babies are finally getting to the point where we can let them roam a bit without complete survelance. One must still be on their toes, but I am a fast runner, so they can have a little bit of extra leash to play with.


Today was probably the most beautiful day I have seen in the last 7 months. There is something to be said about suffering through winter, days like these come at you with a force to be reckoned with. And I enjoy it more. I know, that winter is just around the corner...............................

These people (if you can call them that) who I live with, for some mysterious reason think that I run a restaurant. The weird thing is, they NEVER tip! At first I thought, oh, maybe there was a mix up, when they split the bill, something got miscalculated. I brushed it off, because we had a good rapport and all... Thing is, they keep coming back. I mean, for like, every single meal. And they NEVER leave a tip. I inquired as to what everyone felt like for dinner this evening as I was giving the babes and Lola a bath (first mistake, I now realize they thought I was offering them a menu). I then gave two options. Everyone looked at me like, "....and???? I stated that these were the options unless someone else wanted to cook. Lola asks, "Is there onions in it?" -no (yes, there is. And a zucchini. And garlic. Oh, child, you would be so mad if you knew all of the disgusting things I slip into your gullet) "Is there cheese?" -Yes. Yes, there is always cheese. Because cheese is the greatest thing the gods ever handed down to man. And wine. They are the biblical equivalent of Adam and Eve. Lola looks at me deeply, as if to discern which tricky path I offered was the safest route. "Okay. I guess that will be okay." And with a flip she is fully underwater, practically drowning the babies in her wake. I seem to have forgotten that I did anything besides parent for the last 8 months. Admittedly, I am an Aquarius (yes, those people who "changed it" can suck it) and good at starting things, yet so very poor at finishing. Too broad in scope, I often find. Anyways, I think I will just post when I can, and please know, I usually have no more than 20 mins to do this, so excuse my prose as it were.