Sorry again about the time lapse between posts. Daddy's been up in Philadelphia, either studying a bar (candy? gold? pull-up?) or going to a bar. Whatever. Bottom line: he hasn't been around, so he's not able to maintain my burgeoning stuffed animal collection while I free up some time to write. Let's cut to the chase: two big things went down in the last three weeks, with lots of pictures to share.
First, our minivan took its maiden voyage out to Minnesota. Unlike the Titanic, the Green Machine (as it has been christened) made it back in one piece, without hitting any icebergs. Our primary purpose was to go to a wedding:
Get me out of these snappy clothes, dammit!
It was much more fun shaking booty on the dance floor all night. They should skip the damn ceremony.
Naturally, we spent most of the rest of our time hanging out by the pool. Despite the fact that I had been in swimming pools hundreds of times before in my life, and had in fact been in this swimming pool half of those times, I decided for the first few days that I was too scared to go in. So I contented myself with such activities as...
Hanging out with other kids, comparing the size of our Cheez Doodles (it's never too early to start!)
Doing my best dad impersonation... (Holy s#!t, he's blind. Can you imagine if someone ripped off his glasses when he was driving??? He'd be screwed!!!)
Our trip coincided with Mother's Day. I was under strict orders to make sure daddy didn't do what he did LAST YEAR (I'll give you a hint: it's the same answer as what our president is doing about global warming). So I orchestrated a new family mother's day tradition: elaborate fruit sculptures. The inaugural project: a watermelon minivan, with fruit family inside it.
OK dad, you put the blueberry arms on the pear like this...
Mission accomplished. That's Evvy the Apricot in the middle seat. If you look closely, you might see the mango car carrier.
Mission double accomplished. Mommy loved it! (Though Evvy fell asleep looking at it. I'll have to tell Daddy to try harder next year.
The highlight of the trip was when Sydney came down to visit. At first I was content to just enhance her swimming experience...
But I was finally coaxed into the pool. At which point I remembered, hey, I like swimming! Duhhhh...
It bears mentioning that Sydney, although not an official member of my immediate family, fits in perfectly. As you can see, we get very good cell phone reception as a result:
Next big event was daddy's graduation. Family was out in force:
Me and the boyz.
Me and the sis.
I basically became the youngest graduate in UVA Law history that day when I received my rolled-up-paper telescope with the rest of the people in black robes. But before I could do that, I listened attentively to the inspiring graduation speaker, What's-Her-Name, tell us to, y'know, do it up:
Hey lady at the podium! Where's my dumb hat?
And then it was my time to shine. It's best to give you the freeze frame effect:
The approach...
The awkward handshake attempt...
Handoff attempt #1: Not For Daddy.
Handoff Attempt #2: Yep, That's For Me.
Telescope secure.
And success! The handoff is complete!
And no blog post would be complete without the Philadelphia Chicken, which made a surprise appearance at the law school pre-graduation reception:
Another big event was the pre-Philly-move garage sale we had last weekend:
Mommy's selling this awesome rug??? But it's perfect for standing on!
I had a hard time parting with any of my precious precious toys, though I did end up purchasing some new (old) toys from our neighbors who were collaborating on the sale.
And lastly, some sad news to report: I had my very last day of Molly Michie preschool last Friday. Here I am saying goodbye to my teacher:
More than anything, I'm really going to miss my friends. They've taught me about life, love, sharing, and (most importantly), potty talk. Here's a conversation I had with mommy as she picked me up from a play date at my friend Nate's house:
Me: We had a chicken diaper sandwich and a poopy diaper sandwich and a poop sandwich!
Mommy (thinking she's all down with my peeps): What about a fart sandwich?
Me: Mommy, you can't have a fart sandwich. A fart is just a sound that comes out of your butt. You would just have two pieces of bread.
On that note, I'll see y'all in Philly! (Wait, I guess I'll see youse guys in Philly. Sorry... it's going to take some getting used to...)
First, our minivan took its maiden voyage out to Minnesota. Unlike the Titanic, the Green Machine (as it has been christened) made it back in one piece, without hitting any icebergs. Our primary purpose was to go to a wedding:
Get me out of these snappy clothes, dammit!
It was much more fun shaking booty on the dance floor all night. They should skip the damn ceremony.
Naturally, we spent most of the rest of our time hanging out by the pool. Despite the fact that I had been in swimming pools hundreds of times before in my life, and had in fact been in this swimming pool half of those times, I decided for the first few days that I was too scared to go in. So I contented myself with such activities as...
Hanging out with other kids, comparing the size of our Cheez Doodles (it's never too early to start!)
Doing my best dad impersonation... (Holy s#!t, he's blind. Can you imagine if someone ripped off his glasses when he was driving??? He'd be screwed!!!)
Our trip coincided with Mother's Day. I was under strict orders to make sure daddy didn't do what he did LAST YEAR (I'll give you a hint: it's the same answer as what our president is doing about global warming). So I orchestrated a new family mother's day tradition: elaborate fruit sculptures. The inaugural project: a watermelon minivan, with fruit family inside it.
OK dad, you put the blueberry arms on the pear like this...
Mission accomplished. That's Evvy the Apricot in the middle seat. If you look closely, you might see the mango car carrier.
Mission double accomplished. Mommy loved it! (Though Evvy fell asleep looking at it. I'll have to tell Daddy to try harder next year.
The highlight of the trip was when Sydney came down to visit. At first I was content to just enhance her swimming experience...
But I was finally coaxed into the pool. At which point I remembered, hey, I like swimming! Duhhhh...
It bears mentioning that Sydney, although not an official member of my immediate family, fits in perfectly. As you can see, we get very good cell phone reception as a result:
Next big event was daddy's graduation. Family was out in force:
Me and the boyz.
Me and the sis.
I basically became the youngest graduate in UVA Law history that day when I received my rolled-up-paper telescope with the rest of the people in black robes. But before I could do that, I listened attentively to the inspiring graduation speaker, What's-Her-Name, tell us to, y'know, do it up:
Hey lady at the podium! Where's my dumb hat?
And then it was my time to shine. It's best to give you the freeze frame effect:
The approach...
The awkward handshake attempt...
Handoff attempt #1: Not For Daddy.
Handoff Attempt #2: Yep, That's For Me.
Telescope secure.
And success! The handoff is complete!
And no blog post would be complete without the Philadelphia Chicken, which made a surprise appearance at the law school pre-graduation reception:
Another big event was the pre-Philly-move garage sale we had last weekend:
Mommy's selling this awesome rug??? But it's perfect for standing on!
I had a hard time parting with any of my precious precious toys, though I did end up purchasing some new (old) toys from our neighbors who were collaborating on the sale.
And lastly, some sad news to report: I had my very last day of Molly Michie preschool last Friday. Here I am saying goodbye to my teacher:
More than anything, I'm really going to miss my friends. They've taught me about life, love, sharing, and (most importantly), potty talk. Here's a conversation I had with mommy as she picked me up from a play date at my friend Nate's house:
Me: We had a chicken diaper sandwich and a poopy diaper sandwich and a poop sandwich!
Mommy (thinking she's all down with my peeps): What about a fart sandwich?
Me: Mommy, you can't have a fart sandwich. A fart is just a sound that comes out of your butt. You would just have two pieces of bread.
On that note, I'll see y'all in Philly! (Wait, I guess I'll see youse guys in Philly. Sorry... it's going to take some getting used to...)
posted by elikaplowitz at 2:55 PM
1 Comments:
oh. my. god.
you made a minivan with people out of watermelon and other fruits.
seriously?
god that's amazing.
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