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Another year

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

to our guy from his girls.......

 

                

                

                

   

We love you ttttthhhhhhiiiiiiisssss much!

Caught

This past Saturday while Drew was outside packing the car for the day, all of a sudden a cop, or the phrase that we prefer in our house, 'the po-po' car pulled up in front of the house across the street from us.  One cop approached the house and disappeared inside and one stayed out on the street surveying the surrounding area. 

I called Lily over to take a look at the po-po action outside and in the sweetest voice not louder than the softest whisper, she says "Uhhh-oh, someone got caught."

At that moment I decided to take a picture with my iphone so that I could forever remember that my sweet little angel associates a cop car with someone getting caught doing something wrong.  Usually the case I suppose.

As a side note, my good friend that is part of the 'po-po' posse has told Drew and I on more than one occasion, that our use of the slang phrase 'po-po' is not AT ALL in-line with our personalities.  We beg to differ. 

 

As a second side note, Drew almost had a heart attack and did that silent yelling/bouncing/body jerk  thing that someone does when they are silently screaming "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" but doesn't want to say, alert the po-po standing right behind him to his wife's taking of unauthorized photos of them while investigating a scene maybe. 

I of course, am built to repeatedly mimic any action that has caused Drew to make that silly body jerk thing just because I sure do like seeing it.  And you would think that after thirteen years together he would know better...but he doesn't and that's why I love him.

Saying thank you, eight year old style

The girls are in a new camp this year and the first half of the camp session comes to a close tomorrow after completing four of the eight weeks.  This year each girl has a dedicated counselor that stays with them the entire day leaving them only so they can attend their two elective classes.  Other than those two times they were together the whole day. 

This one dedicated counselor was a new concept for us and has been nothing short of perfection.  Consistency.  Reporting back to us.  Open lines of communication.  All of these factors equal total relief.  Mommies and Daddies going off to work with feelings of ease. 

We are so used to just kissing the girls goodbye in the morning and not knowing what exactly it is that is happening with them all day.   Who are they with?  What are they doing and with whom?  Who is watching over them?  All of our questions were usually met with us just raising our eyebrows, mustering uneasy smiles and slightly shrugging our shoulder like "o.k."  

I mean we sort of knew who the counselors were if we asked enough questions, but mostly no, we knew nothing.  At their new camp, the very first day we were introduced to their counselor and this counselor would actually talk to me about their day.  What they ate, how they did, if they were tired at all. 

The camp also has a policy that if anything at all happens during the day that is out of sorts, they will call and let you know.  I mean ANYTHING.  I have received phone calls that consisted of, Belle didn't feel like going swimming today so she sat on the side of the pool and watched, or Lily got hit in the shin while playing soccer and went to the sports therapist but she is back with her group now and feeling fine. 

And the call that I get most often happened again just yesterday while I was in the middle of a meeting.  The phone rang and I said to the person I was meeting with, "so sorry for the interruption, this will just take a second" and then proceeded to pick up the phone.  "Mrs. Daniels this is camp calling to tell you that Belle just got hit in the face with a basketball.  There is no broken skin and no signs of bruising so she has gone back to join her group." 

Now for those of you that know me personally, a call like this would not have gone over too well four short weeks ago.  The first time around upon receiving this call, I frantically asked questions a mile a minute.  "Oh my god, is she ok?  Is she bleeding?  Can she see straight?  Does she have any bruising?  Did she lose consciousness?  Was she dizzy?  Did she have to be carried to the therapist or was she able to walk herself?  Should I come get her right now?" 

To which the reply was always, "I am not really sure Mrs. Daniels, I just make the phone calls when they tell me too.  I don't really have any more information." 

Oh, freaking great, call me and tell me something has just happened to my child and then not have any follow up information, AT ALL.  Freak me out so bad that trying to work has just become impossible and I might as leave anyway. 

So after this first phone call and me wishing the seconds would fly by so that I could run as fast as I could to get to camp to console my wounded babies, I would show up and they were all, "Mom, what is up with you?  I am totally fine, I just fell outside when we were playing and they took me to get cleaned up and a band-aid."

So during my meeting yesterday when I saw the call coming in on my mobile I was like, "just hang on a sec, ok yes, ok hit in the face with a basketball?, ok, was she bleeding? No, ok great.  See you at 5:00."  The person I was meeting with had a look of horror on his face and kept repeatedly asking me if I needed to leave, to which I casually replied, "Oh, no big deal, don't worry this happens all the time, really no biggie."

So tip time has come and Belle will be switching into a month long theater group so she wrote her counselor a thank you note,

Dear Fabien:

Thank you for being my countsler.  On Monday July 27th I am not going to be in group 103 I am going to 136.  You are not my countsler anymore.

 

And that is how she rolls people, no apologies  what - so  - ever.

Beanbag dodgeball or whatever that is

Today when I picked up the girls from camp, this was our ride home:

"Mama, can I tell you something?   Today I was playing beanbag dodge ball and I was running after the beanbag dodge ball in the gym and then the beanbag dodge ball came toward me and I ran for the beanbag dodge ball and I fell.  I fell, and I slid across the floor playing the beanbag dodge ball and my leg got all burned up during the game, beanbag dodge ball, and I slid across the floor trying for the beanbag......Mommy, I actually think I realllllly like beanbag dodge ball."

That's how they roll

So I haven't gone into much detail about it, but you may recall that I mentioned a few weeks ago ever so briefly that we bought a house in the suburbs and will be moving out ot the city in about two weeks. 

Which by the way should you ever find yourselves in a position to move to Long Island and need a realtor, do contact me because I have the very best realtor around.  Allow that last sentence to serve also as a pulse check to see if my fantastic realtor is reading along....;), wink wink.

So due to this recent purchase and subsequent closing which was filled with STUPID amounts of drama, I must include a second shout out to our lawyer who happens to also be a dear friend, who was so patient with us throughout the whole process.

Anyways, my point in all of this is to say that I am so tired of living and waiting and waiting for the next thing to happen.  It is not peaceful AT ALL.   And now the shuttling back and forth every weekend to the new house is making me crazy, good crazy because we are so, so lucky to have bought such a wonderful house, but crazy just because, 1) I am tired because I work ALOT and leave very early in the morning, and 2) I am NOT the detailed planner girl in my personal life. 

Details are critical to my performance at work and losing track of them is simply not an option.  And I manage the details and manage it very well (arm currently breaking while I pat myself on the back),  So due to all of this detail-oriented detailing, it causes me to shun details and the ownership of them in my personal life.  I am just a girl with a spirit that likes to go where the wind takes me and all of this planning is making me CRAZY. 

(Blah blah blah, man this girl can talk.) 

My whole point in this whiny explanation was to say that I am a little spent after the weekend and I wanted to just share something light here with you today.

Of the 281 views of this video, I think me and the girls are responsible for 175 of them.