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Sisters vs. Arthur

[Note: Web gremlins threw a raging party on the servers where I host my little corner of the web and left things quite a mess. Now ask anyone with little kids, or just look at my lawn, squeaky screen door or busted bathroom ran, things don’t get fixed quickly with kids around. Just making it to 8 pm with your sanity is an accomplishment. So it took a month, but I’m back. Be prepared for a flood of hyperbole, sarcasm and cuteness in the next week until I catch up. On this blog it’s just a week or so after July 4th. Let’s say the 10th.]

The girls (and Dash) spent a solid five days around the fourth of July tiring out and terrorizing the grandparents at the beach house. Despite the amount of obsessive aftermath sweeping by Pop Pop (and obsessive pre-storm weather channel watching by GG), I don’t think many of the adults minded the forced respite that the dear old tropical storm (I did feel like an old friend by the time it arrived) forced on us. We actually made it through most of the day dry, but nightfall brought rain, a loss of power and lots of wind, but it was mostly sunny again by noon the following day and I’m not sure the girls even noticed. Sometimes I envy Ally’s three-second attention span.

For better and worse, Ally is much more independent this year. On the plus side: she sleeps through the night, she’s almost potty trained, she doesn’t think sand is a delicacy, she plays with her sister. On the negative side: she’ll wade into the water up to her neck without a care, she has an irrational fear of dark colored sand, she believes obsessively getting in and out of the pool is a delightful game. Still, the positives far outweigh the negatives. One afternoon, sitting in a beach chair, I watched the girls play together making a sand castle near the water’s

edge and had two sips of a beer. But soon, maybe next summer, I can envision having an entire beer before having to get out my chair to mitigate a dire shovel dispute or pull a hermit crab out of Allison’s mouth. The dream is so close.

Sisters vs. the Blueberry Patch

Blood will tell.

A late, triple H (hazy/hot/humid for the uninitiated) Sunday afternoon after a long triple H weekend, what better time to take the kids (one with a serious bee phobia) to the pick-your-own-berry farm?

I was on eggshells pretty much from the moment we pulled into the parking lot and the sweat started prickling my back. But proving that that Mendel fellow might have known what he was talking about, the kids channeled their mother’s Sicilian farmer blood and had a blast.

I’m pretty sure Ally was annoyed we’d been holding out this all you can eat blueberry buffet for so long.

Blood will tell. Pictures will, too.

Cecilia vs. the Slip’N Slide

Cecilia is currently very interested in what Mommy and Daddy were like as little kids. Did you go to kindergarten when you were a little boy? Did you have chicken pox when you were a little girl? Did you get in trouble? Did you always eat your dinner? Did you have air conditioning? Did you watch a lot of Murder, She Wrote? Did you take a nap? Did you spend a lot of your youth on the Jersey Turnpike? Did you drive your parents to drink?

So today at lunch (when we were able to get a word in) she was thrilled to learn that we were going to show her a toy that both Mommy and Daddy had played with as a child. After spending the morning making our yard less of an embarrassment and lacking much more ambition on a hot day, but with an entire sunny afternoon still in front of us we needed to do something. So we did what a lot of people in more landlocked states probably do: went to Wal-Mart, came home, unrolled some plastic and turned on the hose. I’ll neither confirm nor deny that a cooler may also have been involved.

After some initial concern where Ce was really struggling with the entire concept, she eventually worked out a knee slide technique that worked for her. And after a few hours sprinting around the yard in the sun, both kids are in bed by 7 and I’m a very happy Slip’N Slide owner.