100% Chance

Dear Kristen,

Is it raining over there?  Its raining over here.  Its been raining for days.

And days.

And days.

At least it feels like that.  Today, the forecast is 100% chance of rain – ALL DAY LONG.  And the weather is tracking with the weatherman so far.  Its rained 100% of the day, so far.

Is this what it feels like in Seattle on any given week? In London?

Hello Joaquin.  The Hurricane; not the Phoenix.

Apparently we are not slighted to get hit by Joaquin anymore, but we have lots and lots of rain, along with the rest of the states between here and the homeland Florida.  Not being a weather person, I’m unsure if this rain is part of Joaquin or another storm.  There’s been talk of a nor’easter, but now all the weather mumbo-jumbo is rolling together and creating sophisticated sounding confusion for laymen like me.  Here’s what I do know.

Rain Results = 68% Hilarity and 100% Mess

  • After looking at the news and radar, Munchkin is convinced that Joaquin is a red cloud, and she’s been asking when the red cloud will show up.  I keep telling her that’s the radar making the projected path….I’m speaking gibberish.
  • Munchkin insists on using her umbrella and I insist on her wearing a raincoat.  Meaning: I am hit non-stop with the umbrella on the way to and from the car.
  • Since Little Man is a baby, he doesn’t have a rain coat. I cover his carseat with an extra raincoat of Matt’s or a blanket which he promptly pulls off right after I leave the cover of the porch.
  • Gibbs needs to go outside to do stuff – like chase imaginary squirrels (because they are all hiding in trees from the rain) through muddy puddles and then lays in the mud, like a lion, to catch her breath.  And then brings the mud inside.
  • There is a towel on the kitchen floor for Gibbs to walk on as she comes in to get a little over the dampness off her feet.  Little Man keeps trying to drag it to the family room with his teeth. “That is not your blanket!!!”

So we’re hoping for 100% chance of a good movie for the afternoon.

Side note: I feel like if I saw Joaquin Phoenix randomly on the street here in Virginia – I would think he was just another hipster seeing the sights and eating the yummy local food and would glance the other way.  If I was ever famous, which not even 1% of my soul desires, that’s the kind of famous I’d like to be.  Recognizable and anonymous all wrapped up together.

A Conversation with Munckin

Dear Kristen,

So we’re back up with our normal routine on the blog!  Hopefully.  Meaning…hopefully I will post when I’m supposed to.

Which hasn’t been the case of recent.  But…well….that happens.  And so did this conversation:

(Italics are me, bold words belong to Munchkin.  Anything she says that has an exclamation point was shouted.)

  • Mommy, I know how to spit-up.
  • Spit-up?
  • Yes, spit-up. Its an exercise.
  • Spit-up?
  • Yes! MOMMY! (as if I’m not listening to her) Its an exercise!
  • Oh – SIT-up.
  • (said with dramatic flair) Mooommmmy! Sit-up is what I know how to do. Spit-up is when you’re sick. Look!

I turn slowly, cautiously, not sure which one I’m going to see. She lays down on the ground and describes what she’s doing:

  • You sit like this with your legs out. Then you go down and up. And look what else I can do!

She flips over to her stomach side and assumes a push-up position. She goes down and up.

Assuming the postion.

Assuming the postion.

  • See! I can do that exercise, too!
  • Where did you learn that?
  • I made it up.
  • You made it up? (apparently I can only repeat what she just said with a question mark added)
  • You sure? No one showed you?
  • No! I made it up. I am STRONG.


Next day. I just want to see what she says.

  • So, remember yesterday when you did a sit-up?
  • U-huh. (she’s slightly distracted by Mickey Mouse)
  • Who taught you to do that?

Nothing. Silence.

  • Who showed you how to do that?
  • Mooommmmy. I just made it up. You know that!

So…apparently we are raising an exercise Einstein.


It might be more likely she saw her dad doing that last week. That’s almost like making it up, right?

When you’ve got nothing to say….

Dear Kristen,

I love the stories from Hawaii – dancin’ in the seat, chasin’ chickens, flyin’ in death traps helicopters.  It sounds like it was a glorious trip!  (Except for the helicopter – that sounds terrifying.)  And I’m so pleased you made it to Puka Dog – because that is seriously the BEST hot dog I’ve ever had.  Matt and I still talk about it on occasion, almost 10 years later…and it was a hot dog.  A HOT dog.

Over here on the other coast, there’s not much to say.  We’re getting back into the rhythm of life that is not summer; doing projects, making plans, learning things, and drinking coffee.  So when there’s nothing to say…

Show pictures of small people with funny hair…


And silly faces…


Chasing Chickens on the Beach

Dear Erin,

I know it’s weird for you now, although when I talked to you on her first day of school, it sounded like you’d been working on drowning your sorrows in coffee. Coffee makes everything better, right? This weekend the temperature has dropped, and it’s downright cool this afternoon so I think I’ve had more coffee in the last few days than in the week or so preceding.

Of course, last week I was here:


so it was more fruity frozen drinks than coffee.

This was our first vacation together this year, and we went to Hawaii. Mom and Dad invited us to come with them and share their timeshare, and we had never been there before, so it was a pleasure to say yes. We stayed on Kauai, and we felt like a week was a good amount of time to spend there.


We visited the lighthouse, where Little Mister made a friend who taught him to jump on the trapdoor.


The sea was a little rough to get into much, but it was spectacular to watch from the beach, the cliffs, a boat, or a helicopter. And we did all four. If you’re only going to take one vacation per year – and if you have babysitting included – you’ve got to make it count. So we rode in a helicopter tour with the doors off all around the island. We took a sunset dinner cruise and were joined by a pod of dolphins. We drove all over the island to visit the different beaches.

We did a luau of course, and LM had a surprisingly good time throughout the whole thing considering it was nearly all after his bedtime. The show was after the meal, and he sat on my lap, eating puffs like they were popcorn, and watched the whole thing, dancing periodically as the spirit moved him.

He also enjoyed chasing the chickens.


I don’t know if this is the case on the other islands, but on Kauai there are feral chickens. Everywhere. Eventually, Little Mister started chasing them and clapping to scare them away. This has carried over: as we were leaving Target this morning, he started clapping at some of the little birds out front.

Other favorites included 1) running up and down the hills:


(He liked that much better than the beach itself. Every time we tried to take him into the waves that day, he’d ask to get down and then march back up the beach away from the water.)

2) the extremely bumpy road to the beach we visited on the last day (that’s the first picture).

3) identifying every bus we passed on the road (“BUS!!!”) And there were a lot of them.

Anyway, we all had a great time, and it’s nice to know now personally what everyone is always raving about. I had kind of expected something just very similar to Florida, and in some ways they are quite alike. But there are more than enough differences to make me glad we finally got to visit there and know that someday (although not very soon, as a 6 hour plane trip with a small child is not something I seek out in my life) we’ll go back.

Yup, Its Over

Dear Kristen,

You are right; with the coming of Labor Day, summer is officially over.  No more white pants or shoes.  No more pool time (unless its at the gym).  And then, this happened:


It used to be me that headed back to school.  Now its hers.  Here’s her picture for the first day of preschool.

So summer is over.

And life as we knew it.

I think it will be great – but right now, its just weird.