We Learned to Wave!

Katey learned to wave today. Ok, it's one of those mom and dad things in which it's really not all that perfect, but we're pretty sure she means it. She thrashes her whole arm up and down and smacks her legs with a vengeance. To my chagrin, it's usually at Dad - her superhero! It's awfully cute, though.

Missing a Concept Here

So, the 4-old goes into the men's room with his dad and stands before a urinal. He then proceeds to yell, "I need some privacy!!!"

Why Is It So Quiet?

So to continue on about the birthday thing... Jay wanted to have a few boys over for a Mars Mission get together. It's a Lego thing and I'm not exactly sure what he thought we'd do, but I made him a Lego brick cake and put one of his little green men on top. I tried to make it bright orange like the theme's colors, but it sadly came out sort of tropical coral looking. Oh well, Jay has a forgiving nature. He moved on without a thought after pointing out the cake looked "pink".

I bought the boys the little $4.99 Lego Minis for a party favor. We had a variety of Creator, Racer and City Minis to choose from. I love watching them decide which vehicle is "the one" for them. As if touching the box will deliver some kind of whispered paranormal message - "Pick Me!"

After everyone had left, I began to focus on getting my two boys and their friend washed and ready for bed. The three boys opened their Lego Minis and began to work as each one was banished one at a time into the bathroom for the inevitable (and sometimes questionable) bath.

It went perfectly! They were quiet, there was no complaining, and they washed quickly so that they could get back to finishing their vehicle. (Maybe most moms wouldn't appreciate "quickly" like I do - but my oldest is king of the 50 minute bath.)

I talked to one of the moms this morning about how her two boys enjoyed themselves. She began to relate to me that she had arisen that morning and assumed the boys were still sleeping - only to discover they were quietly working on their Lego vehicles. Where did I find these magical toys?

Legos. It's a special kind of boy magic.

The Well-Trained Hair

My oldest turns 7 on St. Paddy's Day. We had a group of his buddies over this weekend to hang out - and one of them was able to spend the night afterwards. They had a great time together playing with water in the backyard and throwing water balloons. I finally got smart this year and had the boys do most of the work by filling their own balloons. At least they can learn to appreciate the amount of time it takes to get that done before they go and smash them to smithereens on each other in about 30 seconds flat.
In saying that they did it themselves, I have to clarify. I had Miss Priss to feed and sent Jim out to help tie them and Debbie to help monitor. Jim had to leave and pick up the pizza so Debbie ended up out there alone for a while. Poor Debbie! What a trooper. She had come in to the party all slick-looking with her hair done perfectly and shining in the way that (annoyingly, for this gringa) only a Latina's hair can do. Ummm... I think being my friend was her hair's downfall yesterday. The spraying water, the breeze and 9 giddy boys unloosed the natural curls that had been chastised so carefully into place. By the time I was able to relieve her of balloon duty, it was history. Of course, she still looked beautiful, but that hair looked at us both mockingly - so thrilled to have been released from it's well-coiffed bondage. Sorry, Deb.

What to Wear

I had the most incredible date last night with my darling husband. He took me to dinner and then we went for ice cream by the beach. It was almost perfect, but Katey is still tagging along. That's ok, she's pretty easy to maintain, but I am so sick to death of having to dress in order to undress later for the baby. I love the joys of being a mom to an infant, but the dressing thing is seriously so old right now. It is practically impossible to find anything to wear and look remotely sexy while breastfeeding. It is what pregnancy was 10 years ago. I so badly wanted to put on a nice dress and some high heels, but everything is pants and tops, pants and tops, pants and tops - and the tops are just blah. Looking sexy and breastfeeding: I suppose if I were Brook Shields or J. Lo or Gwyneth Paltrow I would have the means of doing both. Right now, I can only try to look like my old self. I wonder if my husband misses me.