Another Excuse Not to Vacuum

Freckles is our new dog and he is definitely changing life at the Robinson house. Not only does he hate the vacuum, he also loves to eat non-food items.
Like socks.
And plastic water bottles.
And pine cones.

When we try to take those things away from him, he runs.
And he's fast.
Really, really fast.

If he finally gets caught, he tries to keep the item from us permanently.
By swallowing it.
I'm still waiting for the DS screen cloth to make it way through his digestive system.

How many days should I wait before I start to worry?

When he isn't whining, he makes me laugh

Our break is coming to a close. It's still raining. And the only interesting thing has been hanging out with this guy.
He is definitely one of a kind.

Spring Break Disaster

Mariner's Spring Training in Phoenix, exploring the history of our country in Washington D.C., and walking the beach in Newport Beach were all on my list of possibilities for Spring Break this year.

But I decided we should stay home, pay the taxes, and save a little money.

What was I thinking?

This Spring Break has been so boring. The rain hasn't helped; but really, I'm not sure we'd have behaved differently if it weren't raining. I've already read 2-1/2 books, watched too many hours of TV, and eaten half of the Easter candy.

I will not repeat my mistake next year.

Then and Now

It's amazing how much our kids have grown. It doesn't seem like that long ago that they were small enough to pick up and hold. And even though some things get easier as they get older, I still find myself a little sad that they've grown up so fast.

Photographic evidence of growth:

December 2002:February 2010:
June 2006:
February 2010:
June 2006:
February 2010:
June 2006:
February 2010:
June 2006:
Februrary 2010:

The O.C.

It's slightly embarrassing to admit to having watched the TV show, The O.C., but it's true.

While we were in California, I made Steve take me to Newport Beach so I could see where it all didn't really take place. Because apparently, the show wasn't actually filmed in Newport Beach, which really shouldn't surprise me.

But we were still there.
In the O.C.
Enjoying some sun and warmth.
Checking out the surfers (and there were a lot of them).
Hanging with some cool birds.
Playing in the sand.

I wish we were still there. Because even though there has been some sun here lately, it hasn't been the 77 degrees we felt in California. Which is basically the most perfect temperature.

California

Too busy for blogging. Just enjoying California and looking forward to 77 degrees today. Take that Washington!

Being Simon's mom is a lesson in patience

Simon is a whiner. And I mean a serious whiner. Steve wanted him to try out lacrosse this year to help us build up a team for the third and fourth graders, and Simon said he'd give it a try if Steve bribed him. He was thinking all day yesterday about what bribe would be required, but it was wasted effort.

This morning when we showed up to lacrosse practice, Simon said he was ready. We found him a pair of cleats, some shoulder pads; we dug through a box of gloves searching for a matching pair that fit, put a helmet on him, and handed him a stick. I walked with him across the baseball field, then the soccer field, and we almost made it to the football field when he stopped, sat down in the wet grass, and started whining.

He whined about how the gloves didn't fit right, the chin strap on the helmet made it so he couldn't breathe, his glasses were sliding down, etc. After some alone time on the field whining to himself, he made it back to the car and sat down to sulk for a while and whine about how "this is the worst day ever." (You must imagine the whiniest voice you can here.)

I managed to get his mind off the horrible lacrosse experience for a while by dragging him down to the street to do a little sign waving. He perked up some and happily shouted at passing cars. By the way, it isn't the best idea to put your thumbs down while driving past Simon. He will definitely have something to say about that.
About 15 minutes before our time was up, he started whining about how hungry he was. I'm pretty sure he was about to faint from hunger (either that or in an effort to get someone to respond to his whining).

We took him to Teriyaki Delight, which apparently was not a delight to him. He refused to get out of the car and went into his usual refrain of, "You hate me! This is the worst day of my life! Why do you hate me so much? Really, you hate me!"

While the rest of us ordered, Simon sat in a chair in the corner, whining. He was starving after all, and since we hate him so much we brought him to a restaurant where there is nothing that he likes. But he did order anyway, even though he wasn't going to like it.

But. As soon as the food came, he started blabbering about how good it was and how we should come back tomorrow.

Seriously? Why does he put us through all of this?