Thursday, September 30, 2010


If it's true that everyone in the world has a twin somewhere - then Kooka's is in her third grade class. 

This picture does not do it justice. Ella just got a haircut, and they are standing at different angles - but the similarities between the two are pretty amazing. They are the same height, roughly the same build, and both have a keen sense of style. They have been called twins more than once - and get mistaken for each other all of the time.  At the very least, they look like siblings - don'tcha think?

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

public school

Homeschooling is easier - by far.

You'd think that sending your kid to public school would be an easy out - but nooooooooo.

It's much more difficult to write the math problems in the exact format that somebody ELSE thinks they should appear.  Or transport the musical instrument to and from school. Or cut the current events out of the newspaper instead of just discussing it at lunch time. 


Tuesday, September 21, 2010


I sometimes wonder if he knew what he was in for.

When he first showed up we lived in a small house on a side street, and it was a fairly quiet existence. Sure, we had a pet toad, and a parakeet - but for the most part life was pretty subdued. I dropped both kids off at school, headed to work, met him for a late lunch, picked up the kids, helped with homework, and we went about our business. 

But now he is not just a guy - now he is their Rico- and things are different.  Life has picked up.  Everyone has adjusted. There is no more parakeet, but there is always the toad, and a new goldfish.  There is drum practicing in the basement, half a dozen girls running up and down the stairs, a baby that needs to be fed (constantly).  There are bedtime stories, nightly walks, gymnastics classes, school programs,  and theater auditions. The whole family piles in the van to go to school, all 5 of us snuggle in bed, we fight over the last donut.  There are chores to do, lunches to pack, and much more laundry than anyone should ever have to fold.

Sometimes I wonder if he was expecting all of that.

He says he knew what he was in for.

I'm still not sure - but he is awfully good at it.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

dream job

I think this just might be Punk's and my dream job . . .
I seriously broke out in a cold sweat just watching.
I hope this guy gets paid a lot.

Monday, September 6, 2010


Punk is 11 now - not quite old enough to babysit a newborn, but responsible enough to be left unsupervised for 10 minutes, with a well-fed, happy baby.  Most of the time, when I do this, I return to such charming scenes as this:
And this:

But there are also scenes like this. Which makes me realize why it is never longer than 10 minutes.

Friday, September 3, 2010

the fair

We took the kids to the state fair last week.  Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe the state fair?

It's true - 12 days of hell on a stick.

I imagined writing some pithy little entry about our escapades - the half an hour bus ride just to get from our parking spot to the front gate, the $4 potato, the deep-fried candy bar on a stick, the $10 rides, the complete lack of sanitation in the baby changing area - I could go on.  However, after spending 15 minutes nursing, on the ground in a filthy, spider-infested corner of the midway, clutching Yoda like I just won her from a carnie, I realized that there is nothing even remotely amusing about my loathing for the fair.  And at least one member of the family agrees with me - guess who . . . .