stereotypes, sea creatures, sillyness, a screwup, and Sarah

First off, what in tarnation is this bugger? It’s dead, don’t worry. When I first saw their shells all over the beach i thought they were like our sand crabs back home. They don’t have the front claws though. Now that I have found one, I can say for certain I have no idea what it is. I wonder what they taste like? steamed…butter and herb sauce…fettuccine…white wine…

Top and bottom views, respectively.

Next up, I’m not sure if i’ve ever mentioned this but Violet is a daddy’s girl. All the way. I felt a little left out until Henry came along. Looks like we have a serious mamma’s boy on our hands. Future-daughter-in-law, watch out.

One of Violet’s favorite ways to start a snack is to just say no to everything we offer her. She shrugs, says “Noooo….” and points to somewhere past my shoulder into the mysterious depths of the cupboard or fridge. Then, she starts repeating an unintelligible food name over and over. Finally, we pick her up and let her point out what she wants, which means she gets to see everything in the entire kitchen. Crafty. The funny part is that once she decides on a food, she can pronounce it just fine.

tonight after dinner i made red velvet cupcakes for the first time. Note to self: do not bake or follow directions involving specific amounts when distracted. Instead of that 1/2 teaspoon of white vinegar the recipe called for, I put in half a cup. HALF.A.CUP.  Really? half a cup of vinegar didn’t raise any red flags? Half a cup? REALLY?

Last but not least, I just finished editing the engagement shots I took of my sister-in-law and her fiance. Here’s a taste of the fun.

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blissfully rocking

Today I’m just reposting a poem I read today, but I promise it isn’t a cop-out to avoid having to come up with something blogworthy. I’ve heard this poem before but it means a little bit more to me each time I read it. Learning to prioritize my life has taken on a whole new feel since I’ve had children. Unfortunately, parenthood is the biggest competition on the face of the planet, with special prizes given out to those who can keep their house clean, healthy meals on the table, and look good doing it all while maintaining that self-identity and personal interests. Realistically, raising children calls for all rules to be thrown out the window except the one where you just spend all day loving your children. If you get that one done, you’re good. Forget the dishes.

Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!

I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

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Revenge is a Dish Best Served in the Bathtub

Before I tell you the following story, I want you to take a good long look at the picture above. See the sibling love? Can’t you just feel the warmth and fondness of their relationship emanating from her sweet harmonica song and his soft coos? Got it? Okay.

Today Violet bit Henry. Not super hard, but enough to leave toothmarks on his little pink arm. He cried, she did too–albeit for a different reason–and then we had a good long talk about how brothers and sisters do not hurt each other. I thought the issue was resolved until I put them in the bath together right after. Next thing I know, my sweet son has wrapped his iron fist into her soft curls and Violet is officially freaking out. Let me tell you, having her hair seriously yanked by Henry really rattled Violet’s cage. So let’s review; older sibling hurts younger sibling in a classic case of might-makes-right. Younger sibling gets his revenge by deviously waiting until least expected. Typical.

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finally

Obviously I’m not a filmographer. This is really just for our parents, so don’t judge my mad focusing skills.

Here’s some of the beach…

Last but certainly not least, when Violet was a baby my dad told me that the way you make babies laugh is by tickling their face with their feet. That’s how he got me to laugh for the first time. It sounds ridiculous but it worked on the first try with Violet and now Henry.

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what not to eat

Since we have a fenced in patio on either side of the condo, I just leave the doors open during the day so that Violet can run back and forth. That’s the good part. The bad part is that she is taste testing everything of interest. Yesterday she was plucking the heads off the bulb flowers and eating them. Today she was meticulously stuffing dirt into the mouth of her sippy cup and adjusting by taste.

Next up, I know there still aren’t any pictures to show you guys. If it makes you feel better, I did take pictures for you of that beach and our “village” and Violet chasing birds and throwing sand at the surf again. Someday soon I promise to get my act together…

By the way, Henry slept through the night last night for the first time ever. Yay! OK, so maybe it was only six hours, but it still counts.

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dum

I love the way violet pronounces things. She loves gum, and since i usually have some in my purse, she is always asking for it.

“Momma! Dum! Pease Dum!

“No Violet, you can’t have dum right now.”

“Nooooo! DUM!”

Gum?”

“Yeah.”

In other news, we finally have a car. It feels a little funny to have previously been driving through this exclusive neighborhood in a new car, and show up today in our true colors. For those of you that wonder about the kind of car, I can confidently say that it is a gold car with cloth interior and four tires. It might also possibly be a ’98 Olds 88, but don’t quote me on that. Here’s the crazy thing we’ve discovered in shopping for a car here. The license plates don’t stay with the car, they stay with the driver. What? Who does that kind of stupid? Wait, isn’t John Kerry the something of this state? I should just google it before I go on record as an idiot, but i’m pretty sure he’s the senator or something. Figures. Hmmm, I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about politics here…Anyway, so I have no idea why they do it that way, other than that it gives them a whole lot more red tape and cost.

Okay, well I have to go. My kiddos are freaking cute.

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whew!

I never understood how people could hang out at the beach all day. I think that’s probably because I grew up in Washington. We just got back from finally visiting the beach here on cape cod about a half mile from our house. It. Was. Amazing. We’ve been on the go all day trying to get stuff done, and it’s just been too hot out, so we didn’t make it down to the beach till about 8pm. It was twilight–the most wonderful time of day, and as we walked down several tiny lanes all the houses around us were spilling out onto their porches and decks with people finishing dinner. The sky was hung with satin gray clouds and the air was still like before a storm, muffling the laughter and clink of wine glasses and conversation. After winding down a shell path through some thick shrubs we came around a corner and found miles of sandy beach to our left and our right and the Atlantic ocean directly in front. Undaunted, Violet promptly walked to the surf and threw sand into the waves for the next ten minutes.

The water temperature was better than bathtub.

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