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Field Day… or not.

So Marlena was supposed to have Field Day today at Camp Arrowhead. She was very excited about running races and winning prizes (maybe, as she kept adding). Sadly, there was rain, lots of it, so they just went on a nature hike and played on some camp playgrounds. What really annoyed me was the attitude of the camp personnel. Her school had a rain day on Monday, but there was a scheduling snafu and Monday is a half day, so they wouldn’t have been able to go at all. The principal therefore insisted they do what they could today, rather than miss out altogether, but the staff was pretty snippy about it. One would think they would be able to get past that to give a great day to the kids despite the disappointing weather, but we are not all adults, regardless of age.

Marlena had a lot of fun though, Oliver and I came along for a little while to shoot some pictures:
Marlena shows some muscle:

Go Sister!

Marlena outside of school:

Marlena pushes the swing:

Marlena and Mr. Brown:

Sadly there was more rain at the end of the day, so the kids had to leave a little early and ended up watching movies, but they did get a lot of running around time and outside time, and all in all Marlena had a lot of fun. She is such an adaptable kiddo, always good at figuring out a way to be happy with what she has. She gets a blue ribbon in my book anyway!

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What are uncles good for?

Human pacifiers! Yes ladies and gentlemen, in an act guaranteed to get him drooled on, Devon offered up his (freshly washed) pinkie finger to the crying Oliver in an attempt to allow me to cook dinner! It worked too! Oliver gracefully accepted this opportunity to slime someone other than his mother.

Whew! Oliver has begun to speak out against the putting down of babies. Now I don’t mean the insulting of babies, though I am sure he would be against that too, given his political leanings, I mean the setting down of babies. Oliver is of the strident and firm belief that all babies should be cuddled by someone warm and cooing at all times! He cares not for the crib, or the playpen, or the swing, NO! Only the arms of a living, breathing person (preferably a woman, as he is a boob man already) will do.

If one should be so foolish as to attempt to set down a baby in Oliver’s presence (usually Oliver), he will loudly proclaim to all present the unacceptable nature of that attempt.

He will accept a sling, or a snugly, but notice that there is no setting down of the baby in a sling or snugly, there is merely an additional mechanism by which the baby is attached to a living breathing person. I fear this trend will only continue as I found strongly worded propaganda hidden under his crib sheet this morning, obviously intended for mass distribution the next time we neared a park or Babies ‘R’ Us.

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The good, the bad, and the snurfly…

The good: We got the house. We are moving into a gorgeous 3600 square foot house with spanish tile, marble kitchen, hardwood floors, and it’s own Koi pond, in the family room. It is the lap of luxury, of the kind one can only afford when rich, or when renting with a friend, like Devon. Devon has a 800 square foot master bedroom suite, and Lee and I have a two room suite with it’s own laundry room/kitchenette and marble bathroom. Marlena has a room with it’s own bathroom, with tub and shower, it’s own walk in closet, and many windows. She loves it! It pleases her to no end that she gets her own bathroom.
There are 4.5 bathrooms and two kitchens. The main kitchen is huge and amazing, with ample storage, a giant marble island, and marble countertops. There is another small kitchen with small island in the Koi room, which will be perfect for entertaining. There are three seperate AC systems in the house. It is amazing and comes with a three car garage, that I would enjoy living in if I had to, as it is finished with electricity, high ceilings, lots of windows, and paint. We move in July 1, and then the enjoying begins.

The bad: I have mastitis again. It came on last night with a high fever and left me miserable in bed all day. I had little warning this time too, so I am going to have to see what I am doing wrong. Sigh. Breast infections are simply no fun.

The snurfly: Oliver has been an awake baby today and tonight, snurfling and blinking owlishly at me from the center of our bed. Go to sleep baby!! Blink blink Sleep is good baby! snurfle Mommy needs sleep! Blink blink

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