After sending Catcher on his way this morning, the young ladies and I got down to serious business. We hit up the gym, terrorized Trader Joe's and then came home to a delicious lunch of Pirate's Booty and chocolate milk (we figured Catcher shouldn't be the only one living large this week). Surprisingly, the lunch devoid of nutritional value did not backfire on me, and both girls went soundly to sleep afterwards. We hit up the library post-nap, so now we have nine new books to read ad nauseum this week. I can't wait to see what other shenanigans we can get ourselves into. Go spring break!
Catcher took off this morning to spend the remainder of his spring break--he could only last two days with his sisters--in Houston with his grandmother. Don't fret; the trip was planned. He didn't really run away. But if he had (as he threatened at some point last week) this would have been a sweet way to say goodbye.
Look closely: these are the faces of three children who couldn't be more excited that today was the first day of spring break and our big adventure for the day was visiting an art gallery!
Can you taste the sarcasm? Truth be told at 55 degrees with a steady rain, today felt more like the first day of winter break in Austin, but I was determined to start this thing off right with some good old fashioned family fun. There was much resistance in the car with declarations of "this is going to be boring," and questions like "what is a gallery anyway?" and "is there a playground there?" But the troops were singing a different tune when they marched into Mondo gallery and were greeted not only by the "Nothing's Impossible" exhibit featuring posters from some of Disney's greatest films but also free donuts, juice and popcorn! [Hey guys, I've been doing this a while. Trust me every now and again.]
The bonus--if that's what you want to call it--treat of the morning was a clown show in the courtyard out back. If you would like an adult's review, the "show" was odd and made no sense. I would expand upon that review, but there's nothing more to say (besides clowns are freaky). However, we did get to see a heavily-tattooed woman rip the latest edition of Austin's phone book in half. And that was amazing...I didn't know phone books still existed!
"Don't you want to stay home and enjoy some peace and quiet?" That's what Catcher asked me as I flung my camera over my neck to accompany Alex and the littles to Sparky Park this afternoon for a Daddy play date. Yes, I did want to enjoy some peace and quiet, but I also wanted to enjoy the sunshine. The past two or three--or four, I've lost count--days in Austin have been overcast and dreary. I was beginning to think we lived in northern Washington state in the land of the vampires. I needed the sun as much as the kids needed time to run around and be wild. Alex and Catcher kicked the ball. Scout watered the weeds and picked dandelions. Tillie took off her shoes and subsequently stepped in dog poo, which ended our fun at the park. But tomorrow's weather looks promising. New rule: shoes on!
This massive puzzle has taken over our dining room table (and some of our lives) the past few days. I'm happy to report that Catcher and I finished it this evening after Alex had assembled approximately 995 of the 1,000 pieces. We went in for the kill when he left to work a basketball game at UT. Catcher is pretty confident that Alex will be psyched when he comes home to find it complete. I'm pretty confident that I will never attempt this puzzle again. My eyes are bugging out.
This is Alex's new coffee mug, which I like to drink from to make myself feel more traveled and cultured (especially when photographed sitting atop the New York Times). My gift from Russia was a set of Matryoshka nesting dolls, which I'm completely obsessed with--they fit into that hard-to-define "kitschy-cool" decorating scheme of mine that includes dashboard hula dolls but excludes bobbleheads and beanie babies. The girls are also into the Matryoshka dolls; thus, I un-nested them and placed them out of reach on the mantel. When Scout first discovered the magic of the nesting dolls she remarked, "This doll is fat because she has six babies inside her belly." You can always count on her to offer up a keen observation.