Happy Birthday to Me!

Woo-hoo!
Here is my favorite card from my favorite four year old.

Mommy-
I hope you get good presents. The person that is going to do it is Gene Juarez.
I hope you have a good time. I hope he does nice things for you. I hope he makes your face look good. I hope he gives you a ponytail, the best one ever.
P.S. I love Evil Kneivel.
Love,
George

My family bought me a spa day at Gene Juarez and apparently I get to have my face look good and get a new ponytail.

I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

And if that wasn't enough, Goldie went pee-pee in the potty today.
It was the kind of potty that is free standing and you have to empty it into the toilet. According to my mom, who owns the potty and witnessed the pee-pee,
Goldie was so excited about it that she didn't want my mom to dump it.
So Nana poured it into a zip loc bag and gave it to me.

Thankfully Milo didn't get me anything.

And there are no pictures to go with this post.

Feeling hot, hot, hot

Guess who is upstairs fast asleep in a bikini.
I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with boldie.

Clay says I need a picture to go with this post. I trust my reader's imaginations.

Clown Car

Clay's friend Denise is the car seat guru of the Northwest and asked for a photo of the three car seats in the Prius for a presentation. I just thought I'd post it here first.

We really look like a clown car when we pile out. (And sardines while inside.)

Yom Labor Day

George: "Are the neighbors Jewish?"
Clay: "Yes, why?"
George: "I thought they were. 'Cause I heard them talking about Labor Day."

His Jewish education is really paying off. He knows all the Jewish holidays.

15th Ave Coffee and Tea

This morning we took the kids to 15th Ave. Coffee and Tea. aka: the new Starbucks that's on 15th and has baristas in street clothes instead of black shirts and green aprons and a funky new ambience. They opened this morning and we wanted to be first on the scene.

Outside the front doors were hilarious protesters dressed like Howard Shultz and baristas. They were so effective, they actually made me feel guilty for stepping inside. (I can't wait for the day I'm so bored that I have time to protest a Starbucks opening, or anything else for that matter!)

Once inside, George cried. He wanted the old Starbucks back. "The old Starbucks was better... They had chocolate milk..." To be read in your best four-year-old whiny voice.

Clay and I liked the decor and the general concept and I've decided that I have enough love in my heart for multiple coffee houses.

George, on the other hand, does not. When we walked out, the protesters asked us how we enjoyed our experience and I apologetically confessed to liking it.

George wanted me to turn back and let them know that he did not like it at all and wasn't planning on returning.

Harrumph!

http://www.capitolhillseattle.com/2009/07/24/protesters-start-early-at-15th-ave-coffee-and-tea

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/businesstechnology/2009527518_starbucks24.html?cmpid=2628

You think you know someone...

I met Clay the summer of 1996. We've been together 13 years with three minor break ups. (He dumped me all three times and I proceeded to date gay men to fill the void. All Jewish, of course. He loves when I bring this up.)
Anyway, this summer I'm finally getting to really know Clay. For example, I've only recently learned these three things about him:
He can Moonwalk.
He's a puppeteer.
He can hula hoop!

He entered a hula hoop contest at a picnic this weekend and got second place (and a crisp five dollar bill).



You think you know someone...

Puppets?

Did you know my husband is a puppeteer?

Neither did I until a friend sent us this photo from an event she attended with her son. He even has a website.

I'm onto you Mr. Martin

http://claymartinspuppets.com

Dirty Faces

Goldie and George went to the wading pool at Volunteer park with a babysitter today and this photo was emailed to me by a friend who saw them there. What is all over Goldie's forehead and hands? I'm guessing she saw that darned ice cream man again.

George colored a helmet and microphone on his face and called himself a Rescue Ranger. I call him a Rescue Rabbi.

George has been attending the sweetest day camp called Moon Paper Tent. He came home with this crown and facial hair and told me he was Burger King. I swear he's never, not even once been to Burger King.

Milo's face isn't dirty yet, I just thought a recent picture would be nice.
He did, however, get an ink stamp on his leg at a dinner party last week. One of the kids there couldn't resist.


More later, gotta sleep.

George's Rules

George posted a list of rules on his door today.
Here they are, in case you come over.

1. Take your shoes off before you go on the bed.
2. Take your shoes off when you go into my room.
3. Only boys can go into my room to sleep.
4. Boys, if you want to take a rest in my room, tell us.
5. If you want to take a rest you can do it in my bed or in my closet.
6. No guns.

George Speaks Again

"If I never ate I would never have to go Ka-Ka or Pee Pee."

"He was happy until you came along."
Says George to Clay after Clay picked up Milo and Milo started to cry.

"I got my coat on so we can go."
Says George while wearing underpants and a coat on the hottest day of the summer.

All three quotes in less than an hour. Not bad.

Above is George in his philosopher's pose at age two and again at 4.

Happy Fourth of July!

Love,

Little Miss Firecracker