Ask, And Ye Shall Receive

Here is the Georgia Tree I've started. I'd like to make it a community affair, with her family and friends contributing. Send or tell me things that remind you of her, and I'll hang them. Or send things that you think will remind her of you--Blaise, Kevin, Sadie? Every week, I'll post a photo of its evolution. Six weeks to go.

Georgia is not enjoying her gig in Costa Rica. She's eating fish sticks and sleeping with mosquitoes. There are lizards in her dresser drawers.

I'm hoping this will cheer her up.

Hey Mamoo, Thanks for This

I just found him in the bag Lo brought home from my mom's last weekend.

Tonight: Melissa Delbridge at A Cappella Books

Meet the lovely Ms. Delbridge live and in person. For more information/directions, go to the A Cappella website.

FYI

In The Car With Lola

Because Lola was deemed contagious and not allowed to go to school until tomorrow, Biggy and I tag-teamed taking care of her today. The plan: morning shift for me, and Biggy would meet us at Portfolio Center at noon, so I could get ready for my one o'clock class. On the way into town, Lo asked me to quiz her, a frequent request, and we started with spelling. As I often do, I looked around on the roadside for word ideas:

TR: Left.

Lo: Mom! That's too easy!

TR: Median

Lo: Huh? What's that?

TR: OK! Oil.

Lo: Boil?

TR: Fine. Boil.

Lo: But what did you say?

TR: I said OIL, but BOIL is fine.

Lo: Boil like that lady who always picks her son up from ASP has on her face? Do you know who I'm talking about?

TR: No, I don't think I've seen her.

Lo: Yes you have. She looks like she's got a big wad of gum in her mouth.

TR: Sick!

Lo: What exactly IS a boil anyway?

TR: I don't really know--some kind of infected bump. But I was thinking boil like 'boil water.'

Lo: On Fairly God Parents, Elmer has a big red boil named Bob on his face. Bob has a mouth and talks and controls Elmer.

TR: Seriously?! Who makes this sh-crap up?! Can you just spell it already? Or choose a different word?

Lo: That woman at ASP, with the boil on her face--do you think when she's asleep at night, if she rolls over on it, it will pop? I've been wondering about that.

TR: Oh my god, Lo! Can we change the subject?

Lo: What's inside a boil?

Separated at Birth

Dear Georgia, Here's What You Missed Sunday:

This was slap in the middle of the day, when you were feeling homesick and worried about how the world back here might be changing without you...


Lola napping. She has a little case of Strep.


Jack waking from a nap. He has a little case of Teen.


Pepa hunting crickets.


Roxy admiring himself in the mirror.


Rusty snacking. Blocking Tebow from snacking.


Laverne checking to see if I gave the guinea pigs snacks.


Fay and Daisy guarding the stairs until Biggy gets back from riding his bike.

Stella guarding the couch.

Timmy guarding his rock.


Me, just back from the Y, guarding my bra fat.

Separated at Birth

Biggy is the best!!!

Just a quick post to say I love my husband dearly and am so fortunate to have him in my life. He's the most fit and handsome almost 40yr old male i know. He is also terrific father and is very patient with my failure to pick up the most basic of guitar chords after almost 3 years of trying to learn.

Dear Georgia,

Here's what you're missing while you're in Costa Rica.

Nature or Nurture?

After Georgia left for Costa Rica on Monday, I found this lying on her bed:



Lola's planning to race BMX this weekend. I just discovered this in her book bag:

The Bert Show Blows on TV Too

So George and I were at the Y last week. I was minding my own beeswax on the elliptical machine, watching Best Week Ever, when this commercial came on and almost made me puke up my Kashi. What--did they have a $50 gift card to Ads R US? And their stylists must have been volunteers from the Marching Band's Booster Club. Jeff's wearing the tuba player's necklace and Bert's got on a pair of momjeans.