rub a dub dub...

...three girls in the tub.  Okay they aren't usually quite this scrunched...I had them scooch together for the picture, but I have noticed there is less and less room in the tub these days.  I have been bathing all three of them at the same time since Leighton was a newborn.  Partly to contain them all, partly to get the job done quickly, and partly because of all the fun they have together.  Bubble snowcones, Santa's beard, tea parties, birthday presents wrapped in washcloths, get the bubbly-est contests, silly hair-dos, squirt gun fights, and occasional immediate evacuations due to floating poo poos (not so fun for the one who has to fish them out though). 

Leighton-isms

It is absolutely amazing to watch this little one's personality develop.  She is such a unique individual already.

She is the only one in the family who calls Ellie "Ellison", and its always in a very loud voice followed by... "Where are you?"

She has no fight or flight instincts.  When she gets scared, she simply hits the deck.  And has been known to lie down flat on her face in the middle of a playground if a loud plane or mower passes by.

She could live on a diet of milk and fruit snacks.  And Barney.

We call her a little parrot because she repeats the last 2 or 3 words of literally everything we say.

She definitely inherited the Spross trait of proper annunciation (that is if you don't count her singing Happy Death Day to you...)

She has really taken to hiding and has outsmarted Mommy several times (she is a silent statue behind the curtains I tell you)

Her favorite thing to say is "Awkward"

She always knows when she's had enough of something and immediately says, "I'm done, put it away."  And it must go back exactly where it belongs too.

remberance

Sometimes I have a hard time seeing the necessity or significance in looking back to events in the past.  I guess the urgency of the present overshadows the past for me.  There are some things I naturally look back on, but for the most part I'm a "move ahead'  kind of girl.  I know this can't be right though.  There is so much that we can learn form the past experiences in others lives' as well as our own.  I was reminded at church today that God often called His people to remember.  To remember the things He had brought them through, and the way He displayed His faithfulness over the ages.  This video made me realize that remembering is significant and important because it gives purpose, brings gratitude, strengthens community, provides prospective, and reignites hope.  And most importantly, looking back is a  reminder of God's faithfulness to us.

linkin' up with katie here...

the night the nlights went out in...

Yesterday afternoon, I was convinced that I had blown the breaker having multiple fans, computer, TV, and my kickin' AC unit all on at the same time.  But in reality, I wasn't the only one whose plug got pulled.  Last night we, along with 6 million other San Deigans, lost all power for the afternoon and evening.  And I'm talking ALL POWER.  Imagine the far reaching effects that has on life around here.  No stop lights, limited phone service, no internet, no restaurants, stores, nada.  And as I mentioned earlier this week its been pret-ty hot around there parts as well.  But lucky for us, we were able to stay home, swim, cook on our gas stove, and brush teeth and read stories by candlelight.  Back to simpler times.  Kinda felt like we were camping in our own home.   My only concern was that I would loose my new tub of jalapeno yogurt dip (which you absolutely must try!) that we just purchased form Costco and my frozen yogurt.  Not to worry though, we were warned the outage may last into today, but the lights came back on around midnight (I seriously woke up thinking, "who turned on the lights at this hour?") and all was well.  Including yogurt dip and  frozen yogurts.  Plus Brooklyn got a free day off school. 

reading Pollyanna by book light

and darkness covered the land...

mind tricks you won't mind

9:00 pm is my indulgent hour.  Long day nearly over... kiddos finally all asleep... kitchen cleaned (at least partially)...time to wind down and reward myself.  My reward of choice lately in this blasted heat is something cold...icy creamy ice cream what a treat (as Barney would sing).  But unfortunately, this has been the month of denying my flesh its need desire for the sweet stuff.  So in order to give in a little, but not too much, I've tried a self control/mind trick tactic that I learned from a friend (who may be the queen of mind tricks).  If you must indulge...small bowl (like 1/2 cup small), very small spoon (like 1/4 tsp very small), and eat it very slowly.  You have just tricked your mind into thinking you've eaten a large Cold Spoon ice cream with 3 mixins.

it's hot!

Well, so much for summer being over.  We got a serious heat wave this week.  Serious enough to send us to Costco tonight to buy a window AC unit for our bedroom (now why we didn't do that sooner I'll never know- maybe when we get the first electric bill I'll know).  Serious enough to make Brooklyn strip down to her undies the second she walked in the door from school.  Serious enough to give Ellie sweaty bangs all day.  And serious enough to send this little one running around the house "bunsie".  Totally reminded me of a Shel Silverstein poem (of whom I was a huge fan in elementary school).  Goes like this...

IT"S HOT
It's hot!
I can't get cool,
I've drunk a quart of lemonade.
I think I'll take my shoes off
And sit around in he shade.

It's hot!
My back is sticky,
the sweat rolls down my chin.
I think I'll take my clothes off
And sit around in my skin.

It's hot!
I've tried with 'lectric fans,
And pools and ice cream cones.
I think I'll take my skin off
And sit around in my bones.

It's still hot!

(Now if you've read A light in the Attic as many times as I have you can totally picture a guy in only his bones sweating in front of a fan- in typical Silverstein illustration-love it!)

Labor Day

Labor Day

We braved the beach

thinking we would be fighting crowds,

hunting for parking,

and vying for a spot on the sand.

Instead...

we had the whole place to ourselves,

fought raindrops,

and donned sweatshirts.

Farewell summer, 

you'll be missed,

see you next year.

snails aint just for boys

I guess this is what you do when you live in the city and have a 6 by 6 foot yard.  No tadpolin', fishin' or crawdaddin' for these city girls.  It's just snailin'.  And you've got to get out early so you can beat the heat.  So its okay if you're still in your jammies.  Totally acceptable snailin' attire.  They like to hide in the bushes so you've got to get low to find 'em. And you should have a bucket handy to keep 'em in.  And be careful, they may be slow, but they're known to sneak out unexpectedly.  And whatever you do, don't let your little sister get the salt, no matter how she begs for it, or your snailin' days may be over.

succulence

Take a good look at this beauty.  And realize I have had almost nothing to do with how amazing it looks.  My mom bought it.  My mom delivered it.  My mom waters it weekly.  All I do is enjoy it.  I did not inherit my mother's green thumb.  Mine is black apparently.  Please note the little guy in the back.  Now that, I am responsible for.  Looks pretty good too right?  But, I must confess...this is my third attempt at keeping anything alive in that pot.  The two previous residents (both beautiful succulents at one time) bit the dust.  My thought was putting it near a thriving plant would give it the encouragement it needed to grow big and strong, and mostly just live.  I'll keep you posted.

S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G

First spelling test ever.  Definitely not the last.  The bar had been set...high.  And according to Dad great spelling runs in the family.  Obviously on his side. Which you would know if you've been reading my blog for any amount of time.  I like to blame the majority of my spelling errors on my inability to type.  I believe I know how to spell it, but it doesn't come out quite right when my fingers start flying.  Like right now, I had to go back and correct like 5 words...already... and I barely even wrote a paragraph.  Anyhoo, a big double thumbs up to Brooklyn who has mastered at least one word mommy can't seem to ever type correctly.  That's right folks,  #10- its a toughie for us non typers- or is it typists?  Whatever.

the the the the the the the the the the the the teh (whoops) the the the ...don't mind me I'm just practicing