William and I are in a movie…short film. It can be found here. William is Lotus and I am behind the counter in the coffeeshop.
We also revisited a gift from Great-Grandma from awhile back. We made snakes.
There are always battles going on over here. Lately, beating each other silly with cardboard tubes is where it’s at…
Then there was that whole street-wide yard sale. All the houses on our street decided to have yard sales on the same day. It turned out fairly well. Despite the rain threatening to drench us all it was a great day. The best part was having all the neighbors out and seeing each other visit, swap and have fun. One neighbor even brought out the grill and started grilling up food to sell and for the other neighbors…but she’s just awesome like that anyway Alas, no pictures.
On Sunday we had our First Annual Ice Cream, Jazz, Water Balloon/Gun and Champagne Fun Fest. We opened our house to pretty much anyone and everyone. It was a success. People of all ages and backgrounds came to hang out, pig out and make friends. Our first visitors showed up a little after two and the last visitors excused themselves around 9:30 or so. We still have SO MUCH ice cream it is sickening! The good news, is that we won’t have to buy it for awhile
I learned that I am not the person to fill up water balloons, because I turn them into deadly weapons. Apparently, you are supposed to fill them up really full, which I didn’t do and unless you were line-driving them into people, they wouldn’t pop. Next year, I will recuse myself from that duty and we’ll just stick to buckets, cups and squirt guns. I have to say that it was really fun despite my death bombs!
Again, alas, there are no pictures. I am beginning to think I have a problem. Is there a way to surgically affix a camera to one’s self?
I managed to get 13 seedlings/plants in the ground in our home garden after picking up the yard yesterday. Hopefully, they will make it and we’ll be eating more from our yard soon. I wasn’t on the ball this year for some reason. I think I have just been so overwhelmed with all the BIG things we’ve been planning and getting ready for and the ones that we’ve already adventured through.
And last, while pretending to be DJ Lance, I told Elijah more about how school children are not being allowed to share in the human experience by way of hugging. Here’s his reaction in a photograph:
Really!?! I mean really? (thank you Seth Meyers) No hugging? At what point are you allowed to be human at school? Wait, at no point, because that would mean that your autonomy would be respected and you could think critically and realize that you’d be much better off living and learning in the REAL WORLD and not in a brick box only reading about the Real World all day.
Ban hugging in school? Is it wrong that I totally agree with the little story in the beginning of this…”Well,” said the mother. “You did what you felt like doing — and so did he.” Don’t just think you can hug my son — try asking or waiting for him to make the move.
I say, all these tight-ass school board types need some Free Hugs, because obviously they are deprived of human touch and love.
Exhaustive & Exhausting
Elijah Uriel, my Indigo Child, turned five on Thursday, September 18th, 2008 at 2:44pm
E, you rock and may the trail blaze bright in your wake for others to follow!
Your party was, well, it was a party for you and it was your party I think the message is clear — you would rather not have a ‘party’, because YOU don’t find it necessary. Point taken and heard loud & clear. I love you Elijah.
Oh, and lots of thanks, kisses & hugs to Courtney, who understands and seems to always be willing to stick around until the end. I love and appreciate you tons
Yesterday, we bus hopped to hang out with friends we haven’t seen in awhile. There was fighting, bickering and arguing, as to be expected. There were cars, planes and trains, as to be expected.
Elijah was more interested in the baby’s toys than anything else, I think! Well, actually, there was some scheming by the boys — they were making plans for a sleepover in the near future.
I got to see the adorable and yumm–ily sweet baby girl Banyan (and her mum, Courtney), who I got the pleasure of being midwife to at her birth.
There was crafting of sorts with Dore (he is sporting the best ever vest!), which consisted of using scissors, tape, markers and wooden trains. Poor guy is all blinded by my super bright flash
It was a happy day, if you subtract all the traffic we encountered when our friends drove us back home all the way across the city
Though, as my husband points out, maybe this should be called a ‘basket lunch’ or ‘potluck in the park’, since according to ‘urban legends’, ‘picnic‘ does have its roots in racism as a slang term for lynching. I haven’t seen where this is true and it’s more possible that the term actually comes from the French ‘pique-nique’.
Either way and however you choose to describe/label this gathering, you should come. It will be fun and as always, please don’t leave the children at home — this is for them too.