The Boston Pee Party!

Cold and muddy but more fun than playing air guitar with a bunch of six year olds. A weird way to sum up our trip to Boston, there is it is.  We spent a week with Andrew and Liz to be there for Liz's senior recital/CD release party. But first ...

 ... here are a few shots of Boston Cream, I mean -  Mud 3.14 Party at the home of our super DC friends, Miles and Joe (You can shoot me later, Ginger!) The food was SPECTACULAR, the children mostly self sufficient* and the adult conversation enlightening as always. What more can we ask for in life.

*It could be said that these three boys were a little too self-sufficient. Apparently we ignored them to the point where the neighbor had to inform us that our boys were filling a bucket with mud and leaves for mixing, then adding body fluids to make it more viscus. It started with spit and went "boyscout" from there. (But, how could that be? They are all such ANGELS!)

I don't think this nice little girl saw the incident, but she thought it was really funny when she heard why the boys were in trouble. (I'll just call her Dougletta because she looks exactly like her father ... and her parents don't seem like the type that want their kid's picture -- much less her real name -- posted on the world wide web.)

The hansom revolutionaries of the "Boston Pee Party"

A muddy group of scally-wags! The girls marched the boys around in straight lines all afternoon. Don't mess with these misses, despite the fact they are significantly younger than their minute-men charges.

Below Joe is reclaiming his independence from imperial parental tyranny. I can hear him now. In 30 years, he will still be telling the story of the great Boston Pee Party. "It was in the frozen spring of '09 when we acted like real men. Our message was clear ... THIS IS OUR BACK YARD, AND WE ARE FREE TO PEE WHERE WE WANT!" 

Thanks, guys! Next time we get together I hope it is War Games in the West. Bring your own bow and arrow. 

So they say ...

I guess I should start blogging again, huh? Marco says I shouldn't do any more "dead bunny" posts like the one about Katie and Sam's rabbit, Cinderella. He says it's bad marketing. There's more to that story but to hear the rest of the details, you will have to babysit my kids and buy me lunch. (Not even a $3,ooo,ooo.oo lunch.) 

I'm just going to stop while I'm ahead. 

(Just so you know, when I say babysitter and a free lunch, I mean babysitter and a free lunch!)

 

Reagan moved to Scotland

This week we were in town just long enough between trips to Denver and Boston to say good bye to Zina's super-pal, Reagan. She moved to Scotland with her family for the next three years.  I (of course) assured the girls that Zina would be sure to visit her there. What better excuse does a 4 year old need to cross the Atlantic than a playdate?

Also, I painted a wall in my dining-room jet black! One day I might take a picture of the overall new look. Definitely one of my motivations was to have a built in black backdrop for photos. I like it. Xan has given it the thumbs up too. Marco has been a total trooper and hasn't threatened to hang elk antler chandeliers all over the house in retaliation. (I actually wouldn't mind just the right antler chandelier. Maybe if it were spray painted shiny white? What do you think?)

Darth Tater

This is Marcia's youngest, Tate. I love how he went from slumbering highchair angel one second to ...

DARTH TATER!!!

(Ohh ... babies.)

It's March 6th

It's March 6th! 

Happy 534th Birthday to Michelangelo. 

I still remember the great party Holly, Marsha and KP threw for the guy about 12 years ago. Now go eat something Italian in his honor.

It's March 5th!

It's March 5th!

Happy birthday sister Marcia.

(I just now realized that our parents named you for your birth-month. Would I be a good July?)

03-04. It's March Forth!

What better way to celebrate this great day than the bizarre combination of the famous marching Philippino prisoners (oh, and Princess Di too). I love this song! (I know it takes a long time to load, but the end is worth it. After this, I promise no youtube for a long time.)

Happy March 4th to one and all -- especially Georgia.

The sun is shining; the DI piles assembled; the truck is empty! Guess what I am doing to 03-04. Now get out there and MARCH FORTH.

BTW - I think this should be one of Pres. Obama's public works projects. Imagine hiring hundreds of out of work choreographers to teach American's prison population line dances of 80's. If nothing else, it could serve as a major incentive to stay out of prison!