Sunday Cell-Phone Dump

A whole bunch of pics/stories have been backing up on the ole cell phone and deserve a mention.

Left: When TubaDad is on a long business trip, the girls think the best thing EVER is to drag out the air mattresses and have a sleepover in mama’s room on the last day. Right: We’ve been having an oddly mild winter – high 60s or even 70 each day – and the sunsets have been gorgeous. The girls asked me to take this pink-sky shot on one of our walks:

Left: I can’t believe they climb the big rope in gymnastics. I wouldn’t even make it up one foot, but Ree (pictured here) and Ro get to the very top every time. Right: They decided to “dress like twins” (their words) on this day and got a few doubletakes. Ro left, Ree right:

Left: I never knew that different brands of olive oil tasted differently, but we had this one to dip our bread in at a local restaurant and it was SO GOOD and so much better than the one we normally buy. Right: A fun lunch the girls liked. He’s a little mangled looking, but you can still tell he’s a snowman, right? It also kind of amuses me to make winter-themed lunches while we’re in the middle of summery 70-degree winter days:

Little Ree was sick one day and Ro oh-so-kindly brought home her missed school work for the day. Ree made it about half way through before face-planting into a nap, so I took this pic and sent it to her teacher saying that she’d get the work done later:

Left: We got a new coffee maker and are loving it. It’s a Nespresso Citiz with separate Aerocino milk frother. Makes a perfect latte or cappuccino every single time. (I’ve learned that I’m a latte girl). Right: These shirts we found at Crazy8 amused me. The text across the bottom of the graphic reads “No pictures please:”

Left: Seafood of any kind (raw, cooked, whatever) is always a popular choice around here. Right: We went shopping after our seafood dinner and the girls desparately wanted us to buy this Papasan chair for their playroom:

Waiting-for-dinner drawings have gotten so elaborate and cute. Dinner is almost an interruption now. Ro’s drawing left, Ree’s right:

Left: I thought it was funny that they were both doing the monkey bars with flowers clenched in their mouths. Right: The girls were dressed in PJs one night, TubaDad was a business meeting, and I said “Hey do you wanna go take a late-night walk with flashlights?” Oh the screaming and jumping for joy:

Bathtub paints (shaving cream squirted in muffin cups with a couple drops of food coloring in each one) are always good for a long stretch of nice, quiet fun. I drag a comfy chair into the bathroom and they play and play. On this particular day, TubaDad was at the fateful 9ers playoff game, so we had a whole lotta hours to kill:

Left: The girls still take ballet/tap. And they haul HUGE bags of stuff with them every time they go. Just in case there’s some emergency and they suddenly need ten books, a horde of stuffed animals, two or four changes of clothes, or a few bathing suits, you know? Crazy little bag ladies in training. Right: We all love hanging out in bookstores. But that’s not the reason I snapped this photo, it was because of that lady’s funky coat behind us. Wild:

We’re separating the girls more and more to encourage individuality. For starters, they are now in separate gymnastics classes on different days. Each girl gets a little mama time and a hot chocolate while her sister is in class. So far we’re all loving the arrangement. Ree left, Ro right:

Left: TubaDad and I celebrated our birthdays this week (he’s one day older than I), and he brought me the traditional Donettes and strawberries for breakfast in bed. Mmmm. Oh, and for the record, this was the first year that I’ve had to use my reading glasses to see what my birthday cards said. Sigh. Right: The girls and I have a new fave yogurt. It’s Greek Gods yogurt. Oh man, the stuff is heavenly. If you’ve never tried it, please do so now.

Well I guess that catches us up. It’s always interesting to look back through the cell phone and see what we we’ve been up too. I find myself saying “Oh yeah, I forgot about that” an awful lot. Guess that old age is really kicking in. Heh.