Happy 40th Birthday Michael!

The birthday boy could, of course, plan his day as he saw fit. So, we - read that only Michael and Kimberly- headed to the river.

Ahh, the bliss of a day on the river without children climbing all over us while we're trying to paddle. Without children reaching over the side with their hands in the water creating a crazy amount of drag.

I feel pretty honored that he didn't just leave me home too!

Morgan's first bike race

Morgan competed in her very first bicycle race today. She pedaled all the way around the course (with Momma and Daddy holding on to her arms - hopefully someone has a good picture of that).

She was pretty excited when she was all done.

"I'm the winner Momma!"

Of course she was.

Everyone knows the purpose of a garage.

We'll get to the garage-bit in a minute. We borrowed Mike's parents' car so we could drive to the aquarium today. It's the size of a pea, but gets about twice - literally- the gas mileage that my van gets.

Mike's dad brought the car over yesterday. This is the conversation we had while waiting for him to arrive.

Me: Hey Patrick. How are you?

Patrick (Mike's brother): Fine.

Me: You can just pull the van up there so your dad can park in the driveway. Or, hey he can park it in the new garage!

Morgan: Oh Momma, that's so silly. Cars don't go in garages. Garages are not for cars! Bicycles go in garages!

How can I argue with that when even with our old garage we never put any motorized vehicle in there. We don't plan on putting our van or truck in the new garage either; it's for bikes, gear (biking, camping, boating, etc.) and tools. Err...that should be it's for tools, bikes, and storage. Right!

Knock, Knock joke

Morgan made this joke up all on her own. It was several months ago, but she was able to share it with her doctor the other day, which pleased them both.

Morgan: Knock, Knock

Dr. Palley: Who's there?

Morgan: Pumpkin

Dr. Palley: Pumpkin who?

Morgan: Pumpkin Dr. Palley! (giggling like crazy)

Dr. Palley: Well that is a very good joke Morgan.

Sheetah

Morgan: Mom, when the baby comes out I will call her Sheetah - like cheetah, but with a "sh."

Me: What if it is a boy, Morgan?

Morgan: Baby.

This name doesn't fit into our naming scheme we've got in the family; so, I don't think it is a keeper for the official birth certificate, but Morgan may not give it up easily.

I really don't understand...

why boobs have to be sore during the early stages of pregnancy. let's face it you won't actually need the milk until..., well, for sure not this early. And, why the heck would it need to be sore, when you're still making milk for the toddler? It's not like they have to prepare and figure out the milk making process again - it's still doing it - which is probably why the sore is so darn annoying.

April 1, 2009 - no fooling!

PS: Deborah, I wasn't exactly honest last MNO.

"A Christmas Story" moment

You know the classic scene in the movie...the one where the kids dare each other to lick the flag pole, then one poor sole does it and finds out just how bad it can be?

Here's our family's version.

We were at the grocery store, trying to get just a few things before biking back home. Michael, was looking over the ice cream selections trying to make a decision, while I went across the aisle to find frozen orange juice.

I was holding Kenna while searching for juice. We found it and she asked to hold it. I knew if I didn't give it to her she'd just keep asking. What harm could come from her holding the orange juice? Sure she may drop it, but that isn't so bad, it's frozen. So, I of course obliged her; I handed it over, and headed back to Michael.

About 3 seconds later, Kenna let out a yowl. When I looked at her, I couldn't figure out whether to be alarmed or only amused. She had licked the metal lid of the frozen orange juice. She was pulling it away from her mouth with all of her might! I can tell you that human tongues are very elastic. Hers stretched much beyond what I could have imagined.

Trying to convince her that putting it closer to her mouth would make it better, was not the easiest thing to do. We did eventually pry her tongue off of the lid.

Lesson learned: Maybe handing over the orange juice is not the safest idea.

In response

to my friend Gretchen, whose garden is better than mine in many ways - just not this one.