Sunday, September 30, 2012

MorMor's Visit

Mormor got to hang out with her youngest grandson when she visited last month

We were so grateful she was able to paint this little kid's table that my coworker had rescued from the curb for us but it was pretty dingy. This was my kids' first experience painting anything besides a little craft or something.

There's me and my chunky Koa boy.  I will miss it when he's not a baby anymore.  Babies are just so precious and special.

Respectful times two, deja vu

When we got the call from Pacheco elementary Thursday night that both Kawai and Mana were getting awards at the award assembly, I had to laugh.  Last year they both got awards at the 1st assembly of the year.  It was serious deja vu.  So I was able to take some time off work to go to the 9:45 one and see Kawai and Robb got to go see both (he had gotten sent home from work that day - when UPS is overstaffed in robots, they get to choose who goes home).

I laughed even harder when they announced what the virtue of the month was: Respect.  That is exactly what they both got last year.  Different teachers all around however.

By the way, we are still so happy with the school they are attending, Pacheco Elementary.  They love their teachers so much and also they are doing so many fun things as well as learning.  Kawai said the other day (as she listened to me practicing Spanish from a CD) "I don't remember how I learned Spanish".  Silly girl, she's been learning it since Kindergarten, but it's just immersion, so you don't really have to try, the way us adults have to.  It's kind of embarassing doing the lessons in front of her, but after I drop her off at school, and continue the CD on my way to work, I miss having her there next to me in the car, because she corrects me along the way.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Saturday surprise

Saturday morning it was hard to get up.  Not because I was necessarily that tired, or that I wasn't looking forward to my weekend.  It was because there were a lot of things we had to do that day, and I was too hungry to think about making breakfast. Not that I usually make breakfast on the weekends, anyway, since Robb is our head chef.  But I feel guilty that he does all the cooking, so when I am home on a lazy Saturday morning, I feel like I SHOULD be the one making breakfast.

So we lounged around in bed, my hubby and the 4 kids that were home.  We were just enjoying not having to be anywhere immediately, and noticing we had over an hour before we had to pick up our oldest from a little campout with her Girl Scout Troop.

I finally decided not to dilly dally any longer, and got up, hastily inquiring of the kids if they wanted eggs and sausage and rice or were they just ok with cereal.  I would feel guilty if they said cereal, knowing that that's what they eat every morning during the week. I honestly don't even remember what they said, because my stomach was busy talking to me very loudly and next thing I know, I am telling my husband "I want to eat at Margie's Diner".  Since money's tight, I wasn't really implying that we should all go out and eat at our favorite breakfast joint, but the thought of those potatoes and veggie omelet made me say it aloud.

Before I had the chance to even leave the bedroom to investigate how dirty the kitchen counter was, Robb tells me that I am going out to eat at Margie's Diner with my friend.  "What?" I look at him quizzically, as he finishes up a text to my friend and neighbor. "She'll be ready in 5 minutes, she's driving".

It's not my birthday today, it's not even mother's day.  How do I deserve to skip out on feeding the family and go enjoy a delicious meal?

My friend and I speed off, she leaving 4 kids at home as well, and her other was also at the Girl  Scout campout with Kawai.  I tried not to harbor any guilt as I thought about what I was leaving behind. The baby was getting cranky, meaning time for him to fall back asleep, so how was he going to manage cooking breakfast while getting the baby down, and our oldest helper being gone from the house (darn those campouts!  They interfere with child labor!)

I returned from my delicious meal to an empty house, and checked in with the family who were no where to be seen.  After cooking a good breakfast for the kids while the baby sat patiently in the high chair, Robb had picked up the 2 girls from the campout and headed straight for our church where we were signed up to clean the chapel before sunday services.  Somehow he managed to do his part and then some, getting the cleaning done along with the other families that were helping.

They arrived home after I had folded a pile of laundry.  The first words out of my little 3 year old's mouth were "Mom, it was awesomes!  We got to wipe the floor".

All I can say is, thank you honey, you are the greatest.  What would I do without you?  I have no idea!  What would you do without me?  Apparently a lot!

Saturday, September 22, 2012


One is 3, one is 6 months.  They love each other so much.  We love our 2 guys!!!!

Anu does a good job trying to hold Koa before he slips down. Maybe one day Koa will be holding Anu?

Both boy look like daddy in different ways

Our big guy turned 3

Our big dude is 3 now.  He has been waiting a long time for a spiderman mask and glove.  And he was extra excited to get some good avengers toys from dad.  We found out later that he threw the glove away because it was too big for him.  It made cool spiderman sounds and stuff.  Silly guy!!!!  We love you anyway, Anu boy.  He turned 3 and potty-trained just in time for the beginning of the school year and to start up at the Tiny Tiger preschool.  Yee-haw!!

Anu wearing the "new birthday hat" for the birthday child.   The fringe looked like his hair in a certain angle, it was hilarious.  He made his sisters sing the spiderman theme song for him.