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9.14.2009

ayant chante tout l'ete*: virginie (partie une)

Almost as soon as school let out, we fled the coop. Up, up and away! First stop? Home.



Grandpa and Grandma's magical tire swing




Uncle love




Wouldn't Ed make a great Harry Potter?




Cast, schmast...this boy showed no fear




Uncle power






We spent an afternoon taking in the scenes at Burke Lake Park.


Blowing bubbles

























Summer was off to a great start!





*de La Cigale et La Fourmi

il court et nous suivons

Somehow, over the years, J has become the "trailblazer" and I the "sweeper." And if you ever chance to join our family on an outing, for sure you'll hear me shout ahead, "J, wait up!" I guess he isn't a mother hen, and I suppose I dawdle (more likely one of the chickadees). Though at times we are probably equally annoyed to look ahead (me) and look back (him) to discover how far apart we are, it works out in the end. After all, someone's gotta get our wagon train rolling, and someone's gotta make sure all wagons are accounted for.

So naturally, when he sprinted ahead to run the mother of all relays, I gathered the flock and drove to catch up with him.


My dream of surprising him with a sign and cookies and a
cheering section died in traffic. So this isn't a shot of him running
his leg of the relay...it's better. It's him running to meet us...soon
after his first leg.




A bag of "Mary's" cookies that C whipped up and I baked &
a last-minute homemade sign that C and I designed and painted





J & a few teammates. Right after this shot, we realized that a local
weatherman and camerman were right behind me. Jones told J that
she saw me on the 5 o'clock news. There went my 15 seconds.







9.09.2009

encore l'ecole

After J gave each of the kids a father's blessing last night, we laid out school clothes and tucked the kids in bed by 9:30--a mini miracle considering our summer habits. Sleep didn't come easy for anyone except SoSo (the kid's body needs and loves sleep) and J (who I spared as best I could because his alarm goes off so early on so many mornings).

Ed lay awake for an hour and a half or so thinking about school and waiting to be tired. I heard him get up in the middle of the night, but it was just to use the bathroom. C woke at 4:06 AM with butterflies in her stomach and came to our room at 4:15 for comfort. I tucked her back in bed and let her listen to a book on tape to get back to sleep. I was drifting back into sleep again when I heard a different set of footsteps--unquestionably LiLi's. I opened my eyes to find him and his soft yellow blanket getting ready to make their way into our bed. There's simply not enough room for J, me and the 4-and-a-half-year-old in our bed. So I hopped up, scooped him up and told him I would lay down with him in his bed. To which he replied, "Mom, you're not friendly." After two "lay down with me" sessions, I staggered back to my bed and made it the rest of the night without further visitors.

The bus came at 7:45 and they were ready for it...





Our 5th grader (Ed waited with us at the bus stop and
then rode his bike to school--I hope it's still there after school
as he left home without his bike lock)



Her supplies weighed more than she does



Our 4th grader



Our 1st grader

Tonight, after such a big day, I'm betting sleep will come a little easier for us all.

9.04.2009

les jours des fetes

You may have caught on that I try to promote a mostly vegan diet of whole foods. I haven't always been this way. Not at all. And it's not an easy transition to make with four kids and a husband who haven't always been this way and aren't as sure this is the way for them. When birthday parties roll around, especially piggy-back birthday parties, all I can do is look the other way and remember that this too shall pass and it won't necessarily mean my kids will come down with type-2 diabetes or die young--I hope.

Our birthday traditions of letting the kids choose their favorite breakfast and choose where we're going for dinner (because let's face it, "vegan*ish," they always want out for dinner) have led us down junk food road this year yet again. SoSo's party landed on his actual birthday, so his birthday was basically a harbinger of chronic disease.

SoSo's Birthday Menu
Hootnanny Cake (oven pancakes chock full of eggs, butter, worthless flour, milk, sugar & a pinch of salt)** & Juice for breakfast
Donuts & Ice Cream & Soda at the party (this pretty much turned out to be lunch, too)
Taco Bell for dinner (at least it's inexpensive death)
Cake and Ice Cream for dessert (family celebration with JJ & Dine)

The whole gang around the table (of course I forgot to charge
my camera battery, so there are only a couple of shots of his party)...
when LiLi saw this photo as I was posting it, he made me pause on it
and drooled (and I quote), "See my ice cream? Yummmmy, yummmmy."


"Let them eat cake" takes on new meaning...(this is classic LiLi)



Though it may look like SoSo is dreading the junk food
he's about to eat (I sure was), he's really just a shy boy hiding
behind his hands as we sing to him.

It is a tad comforting that the kids probably worked off a lot of the calories at his party. A huge indoor jungle gym, glow-in-the-dark mini golf, and an arcade meant tons of action and a great way to spend a couple hours.


Ran out of individual candles for the family celebration,
didn't have a "7", and so we made do with "1" and "6"
(simply helping him get ready for school again)







Thanks for the spider cake Dine and JJ!



Chlo Bo's party wasn't on her birthday, so the overload was spread out over two different days...thank goodness.

C's Birthday Selections
French Crepes** & Juice
Ribs & Soda & Mashed Potatoes for dinner at Famous Dave's BBQ (Dave's not exactly fond of vegetables either; he and C get along)
Baskin Robbins for dessert
Godfather's Pizza for her party lunch (I did offer watermelon and carrots to go with it--not a single carrot was eaten)
Cupcakes & Ice Cream at her party

Has your stomach lurched just thinking about all this junk? Mine has as I sat here and typed it all up. But again, it was good that C's party was action-packed. We took the party ice skating for a couple hours first.











Go Babe











Decorating their own cupcakes...


A rainbow in the making














Though a decadent whirlwind, our party week was fun. And let's face it, I'm a realist. Even though I didn't like what we were eating, I realize that birthdays are "vacations" from the day-to-day and that there will be more of them. So after her party, I replaced the lid on the the Pillsbury Cream Cheese Frosting can and set it on the shelf in the fridge...right beside the organic vegetable broth.


**C's taste buds are so refined that she always catches me when I sneak in alterations, so I didn't do it for her crepes. It was her birthday afterall, and I didn't want to have to battle her. And believe me, she would put up a fight about it. But SoSo doesn't ever object, so here's how I tweaked his Hootnanny to soothe my conscience a little (and C ate it just fine): used organic cage-free eggs, split the flour 50-50 between worthless regular flour and whole grain brown rice flour, split the milk 50-50 between water and organic whole milk, cut the butter in half, and used real unrefined sea salt instead of table or kosher salt. Also, I now make my own syrup so that I can reduce the amount of unnecessary chemicals and preservatives in our diet.

sept ans


It's now just a couple days later, but there's a new kid to shoot. Even though C and S are two years and two days apart, when their birthdays roll around each year, they are only two days apart--and it feels like they are only two days apart (more about their parties coming later). So here is SoSo, on his 7th birthday, with a fresh haircut for school (which begins next week!) and his ever sweet face and a dog all over it.












neuf ans

Just in time for 4th grade (school begins next week!), our baby girl celebrated her last single digit birthday a couple of days ago. And though I haven't even begun to blog about 99% of our summer (maybe when school begins next week?!), I have begun to realize that if I don't try to keep up with the flow--occasionally going back in time to catch up--I'll never catch up. So here is C in her 9-year old glory. Click on the photos for a better view.





A kiss and a gift from Aunt Dine