Lucky Gal

5:45 am. After a bike ride with the dog,  I sat down to breakfast and my scriptures in a quiet house. From Elijah's room I heard a new song come on from his Spotify library. "Sweet Caroline." That boy melts my heart. And he was so on-task this morning, even having enough time to pick up a few piles of dung from our lawn.
When Iris woke up, I asked her if her little sister was asleep. She said, "kinda, because I was in bed with her, whispering in her ear."
Claire is the only one who takes the luxury of sleeping in, but last night I loved seeing her in her new room, drawing in her journal with a sense of independence. She had the epiphany that she should be in acting class which I think would suit her perfectly.
And last night, David was packing in the other room and when a romantic song came on (can't remember which one), he waltzed into the room where I was grumpily editing on the couch and tried to dance with me (I was too grumpy).
Sybil loves stripping which can be complicated, but at least a naughty naked baby provides comic relief.
And the dog just ate a full bar of soap which I'm sure will sweeten the smell of his gas.

I'm one lucky gal--
or maybe 2, depending on which angle I catch myself in a full-length mirror.

St. Patricks Day

The bathroom vanity is installed! On Sunday, David told our dinner guests that if they needed to use the bathroom, it would be more sanitary if they used the bush out back. Truth.

Kids' bathroom = Guest bathroom = No bueno

The bathroom was completed just in time for a special visitor.

The leprechaun left a few friends...

treats...

and a mess

with more mess.

Reactions to the celebration were typical. Elijah scarfed the Lucky Charms and asked me how tall the leprechaun was. I pointed at my head and said, "right around that height." Claire took the shaving cream and smeared it on my face... and got a little on herself. Then she planned an elaborate St Patty's Day outfit. I painted a shamrock on her face and styled her hair with leprechaun ears that were accompanied by a leprechaun mask and a leprechaun top hat on a headband.

Iris shook with excitement (she still has that cute twitch), tasted the footprints immediately (sorry, it was shaving cream, not whipped cream), and ate the gummy bears. Sybil swiped the footprints and rubbed them all over her head and ran outside naked while I was trying to catch our runaway dog in my PJs (the carpool family got quite a show). Sybil was later found in my closet smearing neosporin on her lips and removing all of the wipes from the package. And just now, when I thought she was taking nap, I heard whimpering outside. I went out to found she had crawled through the doggie door after Porfirio but her skirt was ripped and caught in the door.  I put her back in the bed, but now hear a rhythmic beat on the other side of the wall. I peeked. She's dancing next to the keyboard with a huge smile on her face. At least she's getting her piano practicing in.
Porfirio drank leprechaun urine out of the toilet.
And I will clean up. Some day.

Oh my goodness. I literally put her back in bed 2 seconds ago and the beat is pumping again.

Spring Break Camping

I wasn't away as long as I thought. The tiling is halfway done and the vanity is coming tomorrow. Having someone else do it is the way to go.
So here are pictures from camping in Tonto National Forest

This one is fuzzy, but I include it because you may notice an upside-down baby being pulled out of the river.

Claire crossed this river several times.

There was a sleeping bag monster show that night.

Sybil's favorite babydoll suffered third degree burns.
That thing has already been decapitated a few times by the dog.
But Sybil's love is blind.

We happened to be camping at the same time as some friends. 

8 camping girls (1 un-pictured)

Spring Break

Is Spring Break really over? It was a whirlwind even though I purposely didn't make any plans. No playdates. Nothing on the agenda.
Here 's a picture from the park with Claire and Sybil. We had just come from the library and were waiting for Iris to get back from a birthday party at the American Girl Doll store.

Here's a picture of the only graduate I have heard of passing with a failing grade. That's ok. He's kinda growing on me. Sometimes. Mainly when he's asleep.

Claire: the morning after her grandparent sleepover. Sleepovers with the grandparents usually include a trip to Starbucks for a cake-pop and then to the dollar store where she got this spectacular slime beard, which she was mainly interested in for the fart-niose-making capabilities. Iris got a wallet covered in poop-emojis. It must be because a gastroenterologist took them.

Game of dominoes when grandma dropped them off.

While the 2 girls were with the grandparents, Elijah was down with the flu. So I cleaned and organized his room. The girls' room was the next 2 days, but I got so frustrated with the lack of space and the amount of stuff they owned that instead of throwing everything away, like I usually do, I decided to do a little room switcher-oo. Now these 2 girls share a room and Claire has her own.

They share a room, a bunk bed, and a kazoo.

Sybil is adjusting to sleeping in a big bed. But not really. She escapes more than she sleeps. Today she skipped the nap entirely and was a wild child all afternoon (which wasn't much different from the morning). It's hard to convince that one that there is anything more entertaining than screaming, even at dinner. She now uses the word "mom" with full force. But it's more like "mom mom mom mom mom mom" and it doesn't mean what you might think. It translates to "person who has something I want." She called the elders "mom" at dinner tonight. I feel like that is a pretty accurate translation for "mom" for most people most of the time anyway, right?

And Elijah has been out of town for a few days now. He, my mom, and Tyler took a trip to San Diego. I heard he's been doing well, impressing people with his knowledge, and manners.
This is a note of his I found before he left.

We went camping this past weekend and I got some good pictures, but the pillow is calling and tomorrow begins a bathroom remodel. So I'm checking out for a little while....

Spring Break: Day 1

You know those weekends that are so busy that you don't have time to breathe?
Asphyxiation has been the name of the game lately.
That's why I wasn't terribly upset when Elijah's soccer camp was canceled. It cleared the slate. So today after chores, piano, reading,  and exercise, we headed to the visit the grandparents, watch a movie, then play with the cousins. Pizza in the park for dinner. Nothing more chill than that.

Please notice Sybil is wearing her skirt inside-out. 

It's almost as if the sign, "Grandpa Was Here" is pinned to her. 

Wear it with pride, Sybil! 

The 2 girls are spending the night with the Grandparents. David and Elijah are in the other room watching Dark Knight. That movie is too dark for me.

The Runaway

Today Claire "ran away." 

But not really.

She told me she was going. 

I just didn't believe her. 

She said she needed to be alone and she also needed to treat herself since she finished her chores the previous day and I hadn't had the chance to take her to the library.

So she rode her bike to the park that's about a half mile away. After I finished correcting Elijah's math, I took Sybil to rescue Claire. We found her digging in the sand. And we chilled with her for a little while.

She said we needed to do something special before we went home. So...

We fit 3 girls on a swing. 

er... 2 girls and a woman. The swingset complained and Claire was convinced the groaning structure would drop us. 

But she said that was special enough.

As I left home, I told Elijah that Claire had run away and I was going to get her.

When I got home, he had arranged an arsenal of machetes, knifes, and rope. 

Ready to fight the kidnappers.
And you may notice that Sybil was green around the mouth. Her neck and arms too, with a lipstick-red foot.
That child is always getting into something.

Backseat Adventures

Little did I know what she had packed in her purse. 

This is what I found in the back seat after pumping gas.

Traviesa

Elijah = 11

Here are some pictures from our home celebration of E's bday. I forgot to take my camera to Elijah's party, so we re-created some of the games at home.
This is the Elephant Obstacle course. They wore tights on their heads with tennis balls in the feet and tried to knock down cups.

This is the Bootie Shake. They had to shake ping pong balls out of the boxes strapped to their rears.

I include this one too bc it shows the VDay hair I did for the girls. Iris was jiggling so much that her heart is more of an eternity symbol.

Cheese Puff Head. 

They had to see how many cheese puffs they could throw onto their partner's shaving cream head in 1 minute.

Elijah asked for Angel Food Cake for his home celebration

Here are a few I got with my phone at the party. Elijah wanted to rent a racquetball court to play dodgeball with his cousins. Dodgeballs were his bday present (and soccer camp during Spring Break).

There was also a rock-climbing wall at his bday venue.

Elijah's 11th birthday questions.
I had Elijah fill these out himself.
Favorites
Favorite food and drink: hamburgers and soda
Favorite game: soccer and dodgeball
Favorite movie: 3 musketeers
Best friend: Ian and Eugenio
Favorite book: Harry Potter and The Giver
Favorite thing to do: play dodgeball and soccer
Favorite subject: PE
Favorite songs: Take on me, Eye of a tiger, You gave love a bad name, We will rock you, We are the champions, We are one, La copa de la vida
Favorite dance move: dab

My future
What I want to be when I grow up: soccer player
Where will I go to college: BYU
Where will I live: California 
Who I will love: what 😶?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????😡😖😶
What car I will drive: flying car
Who I am now: a soccer player
What I think about my new school: too much homework
One word that describes 5th grade: homework
Best thing about me:
If I had 1 wish: I would wish to have ever lasting wishes or to be able to understand everything
If I had a million dollars: I would buy a soccer field
My hero: Jesus

I include the above picture of him bc of the red nail polish (he's doing the dab, of course). The polish was in Sybil's stash and when I took her  screaming mouth out of church, I came back to a row of red nails. David was less than happy, but I didn't have remover at home and E was too interested in cousins to get some from grandma that evening, he went like that to school. David cared a lot more than he did.
Elijah's favorite thing is to make people happy and to move. When he finishes his homework, the first thing he wants to do is play a game of HORSE basketball in the driveway (It used to be soccer until the dog turned the backyard into a toilet) with me.

Love this boy to the moon and back!