We got to celebrate Kiki’s birthday with a funfetti cake. It was an amazing time.
Also: amazing cake.
Bibi went all out and got us some awesome crafts for our week in Colo. Like all out. Beads, play-doh, stencils, markers, paint, the works. Mox did a fair job of roping others into her projects. We appreciate everyone’s patience.
First we tried play-doh made from peeps. It was a good 6.4 minutes of fun. As legit play-doh it was a fail. As a delicious snack it was only a partial fail.
Then we made necklaces. This was less of a fail and more of a time sink. We also got to wear our art around. That’s a bonus.
Good times had by all. Or one. Good times had by one. The rest of us are just here as support staff.
Who among us has not wanted to lose their whole shit at the end of a long travel day? Moxie wanted to and she did it. She went big. She pitched a 30+ minute freak out complete with tears, screams and a fair amount of snot. Basically it started with the pilot having the nerve to land 20 minutes into the nap. This was followed by the grave injustice of having to disembark (she tried to stop the process by holding onto seats as we passed them–to the great amusement of the a-holes behind me trying to run off the plane). THEN we had to ride a train–which is usually awesome but this time was complete torture. Finally we had to wait for bags. God. The bags. What snapped our sweet little sociopath out of her sweats? The freaky looking bus driver who asked, “what’s wrong with you?” Mox straightened up and said “nothing. I love buses.” And we were good until bedtime. Thank you weird looking shuttle driver. Thank you.
More amazing pictures from LR&R
A few weeks ago Moxie had a play date with her friend Vivi. It was great timing because we had to spend that morning with Keen at the doctor, who ended up being fine but had a high temp. Anyway, Moxie got to go see the dancing dragons for the Chinese New Year! She got to have snacks, bang on a drum, and eat a fortune cookie.
Moxie’s teacher takes pictures everyday. It is wonderful. Here are a few from the last couple of weeks.
Moxie’s book club.
Out for a ride.
Ice and letters.
Dancing for the lunar new year.
Let’s get serious.
They have music class every two weeks. I think this is where she gets her ballerina moves.
Keen is the big 2 months old. She is smiling, cooing, and continuing to poop like a machine. She has already had 3 colds and a stomach flu. We couldn’t be more proud.
Well, it happened. It finally happened. Moxie puked her brains out. A lot. We’d made it 2.5 years without a stomach bug in our little Rocket but our number got drawn and it has hit us like a ton of bricks. Best news? Keen caught it too! An 8 week old baby with dry heaves is pretty heartbreaking. We are comforted by the fact that neither of them will remember this.
Moxie has been home all week. Wednesday and Thursday we had strider home in part due to the epic snowfall in the DC area and in part because my hair was starting to fall out. I’d like to say the week has looked mostly like this:
And this:
But honestly it has looked more like this:
And this:
But there were some of these sweet snuggles:
And last night we let her put sprinkles in snow
But I’ll be honest PBS kids might not have an episode of anything that we haven’t seen 7 times.
Our kids are alive. Pinterest can suck it and Caillou is a jerk.
This morning Keen needed some diaper free time and Moxie helped entertain her by singing. After the song Moxie said, “I’m a good helping big sister.” It was absolutely heart melting. I wonder how long she will like helping…
Our preschool hosts dinners at a local restaurant called El Gulfo. The food is pretty good and they are really nice to kids. Also: there’s always a performer for the kiddos. Moxie (seen above) loves to be in the front of the crowd.
Keen and Grandma watch the other folks. Keen is terrified.
Mox got her face painted like an elephant. She now uses toothbrushes, sticks, and food to “paint her eyebrows.” This is where she got it from.