4.22.2015

happy earth day!


Vintage Catcher: apparently he likes looking up to the sky with his mouth hanging open. Be kind to the earth!

4.21.2015

bookish


These girls are crazy. It cracks me up when Scout tucks a pile of books that weighs almost as much as she does under her arm to take along on the short car ride to school. Her little shadow follows suit, of course, so at any given time our car is a mobile library with 40 or 50 books riding shotgun. I'm not totally exaggerating on this one either. It started with each girl bringing four or five of your average hard cover picture books on every trip, and the situation escalated from there.

I thought I was outsmarting them one day when I said they could only bring the number of books they could carry themselves--I was tired of being the one lugging the books around ("Can you hold these on the way to the car? while I get in my seat? back into the house?"). But it turns out the teacher became the student because they outsmarted me. The ingenious girls turned the tables once they figured out they could easily carry more paperback early reader books than silly old picture books. So now on every car ride we're accompanied by Frog and Toad, Amelia Bedilia, an array of Disney princesses, a mouse or two and a big chicken, Buzz and Woody, a dog named Peanut, dancing ballerinas, dancing dinosaurs and countless other characters I can't even remember. It's a zoo in there.

4.19.2015

sporty saturday


After missing another lacrosse game because of rain on Friday night, the Scotties were back in action for their second game of the season on Saturday afternoon. They snuck it in right before another round of thunderstorms with monstrous hail hit Austin. Catcher, Mr. Scrappy, played his heart out while his sisters ran wild in the adjacent open field. It was a mothering win-win because all three children properly tired themselves out and fell soundly asleep after a post-game celebration dinner from P. Terry's (player's choice).

I know it will take me years to understand the nuances of lacrosse, but in the meantime I have Catcher--the rules-guy-analyst-kid--to explain the different positions and strategies. I still don't get why you're allowed to run behind the goal, but I have picked up a little lingo that's fun to say (or yell): "Check stick!"  It's probably the football equivalent of "make him eat dirt," but it sounds nicer.





4.16.2015

days with tillie


She looks pretty cute here, but don't let those big blue eyes and sweet laugh fool you--this one is a handful. I've been known to confess to Alex "none of our other children were like this," while Tillie is in the midst of an epic mega-fit, because I don't think either of the other two experienced the terrible twos (or threes!) like this girl. I get it...I do. She's the youngest and has to have her voice heard. Around here that may be easier said than done (we have a bunch of talkers).

On the flip side, she is as adorable and sweet and good-natured as these photos suggest. She was my best toddler shopping companion, and it was under the influence of her contagious laugh that I decided not to enroll her in preschool this year. Yet her time has come. It looks like I might take on a part-time job next year, so she'll be hitting the books M-F. It's been a good run, and I'll miss our quiet, sophisticated lunches. When I get all nostalgic about our days together, however, I'll remind myself of the time(s) she looked at me and squealed at the top of her lungs because...well...just because.

4.15.2015

observation day


Now we know where she gets that swagger. Today was "observation day" at Scout's dance school, so I was able to see first hand where she picked up that little sashay in her step...

I must say, though, watching four year-olds swish around the studio is almost as much fun as watching four year-olds on the soccer field. Scout has her first recital in a month, and I can't wait to see how this goes down. I'm more nervous at the thought of hair and make-up (gasp!) preparation than whatever could possibly go wrong on stage (because is there really anything this age group can do wrong...or right?).






4.13.2015

a bug's life

We've been waiting for a rainy afternoon in Austin for Tillie to work on her bug costume that arrived this month as part of the Koala Crate subscription her cousins gave her for her birthday. Although there have been several threats of rain recently, in true Austin fashion, the rain has not come to fruition (at least not during the waking hours).

By Saturday mid-morning--after Scout's drizzly soccer game--I announced it was officially rainy enough to bring out the box and make a bug. Tillie was thrilled. She was so excited about the project that she even let her siblings help "decorate" the cape. Once it was time to put it on and run around the house pretending to be a bug, however, Tillie forgot all about the whole sibling cooperation thing. She insisted she was the only bug in the house (except the one that Catcher reminded us we "caught" earlier that morning). She was a pretty cute bug; I wouldn't squash her.




4.11.2015

view from the top


Almost as exciting as Catcher losing his first tooth this week was the girls getting a bunk bed. And almost as exciting as getting the bunk bed was the three children and me assembling the bunk bed. Not to brag, but Catcher and I did most of the work while the girls jumped around on the mattresses laid out on the floor. It took us a little more than three hours from start to finish, but that time could have been cut in half if I hadn't started the project by screwing one of the guardrails to the wrong side three times in a row (thank you, Catcher, for keeping count).

The bed felt a bit "woggoly" (Tillie's word) at first, but I counted all the pieces before we put it together--a first for me--and there wasn't anything left over, so I figured we were good. I was first to climb to the top. I told the girls it was because I wanted to make sure it wasn't too woggoly, but the truth is that I'm the younger sister, so I was always on the bottom in childhood bunk bed scenarios. I wanted a view from the top. It was pretty sweet; I totally get why Tillie wants to sneak up there. However, this is technically Tillie's first "big girl bed" (excuse the lame expression) now that she's free from the toddler bed, so she ended up having a ball on the bottom bunk when she was exiled from the top.