Hair: Jim Henson
Color scheme: Punky Brewster
I call this bologna, because all the child really wants is do some fun thing we can't afford to have everybody do, bathing in the temporary bliss of only childom.
So Momo wanted to go to a movie, and this is how she talked us into it. Obi and I took her alone. She has been to a sum total of two movies in her entire five yearhood, so this was indeed a rare opportunity.
I will say as yuppie as the concept seems, it was truly, truly a treat to be with our little sprite, chatting in the back seat without having to simultaneously smack Jude, saying yes to a bag of candy because we wouldn't be buying six of them, or three and forcing them to "just share you ungrateful whiners!", and watching her dance to the credits without a whole herd of siblings dying a slow death of social mortification.
Special time for the win!
Out on a Limb
After almost three years here, our little magnolia in the back is officially climbable.
But why Isaac?!?
Yes, his widdle head did just get bonked. But no biggie, just a barbell.
And these workouts are precisely why we can't park in the garage. Fair trade for flat baby abs.
Beevis and Butthead
Peter tries something new for once.
Jude spent long weekend hours developing a brilliant scheme that involves completely one upping his teachers beyond their ability to reprimand.
Will they ask him to pull his pants up, or will they ask him to pull his pants down? Win-win for the genius child.
And Obi did a whole lot of martyr architecting. Don't tell God. He did it for his family.
And why doesn't it feel like Monday!
Because it's spring break, yo!