ZayZay is as perfect as can be, and needy and sweet and loud. I shouldn't complain because he has mastered the feat of sleeping through the night and that's worth more a few wrestling matches - he's strong and my arms are so weak by the end of the day. He squirms when he nurses, he kicks when I bring him in bed in the morning, and he pulls my hair when I carry him. This morning while I was changing him in our bed I felt suddenly warm. It took a moment for me to realize that I had been squirted from my chest down to my feet. My 1200 count sheets are covered with pee, poo, rice milk from Noah's sippy cup and drool from a teething baby... not to mention KFC crumbs, toys, and some random bedside lotion Noah tried to rub into her feet and hair yesterday. Even with the saggy (way to old) mattress, it's the only bed I want to be in.

Bringing home the bacon

Noah says too many funny things I write down, in fact, everything she says is hilarious. This morning while she was lying in bed with us she told Broderick, “Daddy, you need to put a shirt on. Your boobies will get cold.”

This evening while I was cleaning out their toy baskets (to make room for all the new stuff they are bound to get,) Noah began shoving all her “babies” (stuffed pig, stuffed lamb, and a cookie cutter) into different purses. She put on a pair of fairy wings, her sunglasses, a pair of plastic pink heels, antennas, a bracelet and all her purses up and down her arms. She headed out of her bedroom and when I asked where she was going she replied, "To work." I asked what she did at work and she told me, "I make movies. I made the ant movie, I made it." She's all set for Hollywood, a fierce ambition and already taking credit for things she didn't do. Nice.

This piggy went to the market

Wow, it’s been three weeks since my last entry. So it’s been about three weeks since I last sat down. I probably sound like every other mom when I say; I have to start earlier next year.

There are so many things that happen every day with the kids that I want to write down. For instance, a few days ago I was getting Noah dressed for bed and I noticed her feet. Both my children have the most delicious feet I have ever seen. The picture of her feet I carry in my head is still that of square little baby feet where all the toes line up perfectly. But when I saw her feet the other day, I noticed they were long and skinny and her toes looked like regular people toes – mismatched and irregular, a true mix of mine and Broderick’s toes except unblemished, young and un-stubbed. The homage to what our feet used to be before Basketball, flip-fops and nasty doorways. It’s not enough that I am reminded everyday with her language, ideas and requests that she is not the baby I see in my heart. Now her little baby feet are gone. They have grown into beautiful, perfect little girl feet, but I miss them terribly already. This craving of her baby feet is a message from God to cherish those little boy toes I have now with Isaiah. Did I mention how delicious my children’s feet are?

Chocolate Cup Cakes wih Pink Frosting

Cafe Brazil for Kamilah's 17th birthday party. There was a pink cake with gold sparkles, crowns, pink diamond rings and loud music in Portuguese. We got there early, there was a total eclipse of the sun, and the moment Kamilah walked in the door Noah ran up to her with our card and told her “Happy Birthday.” Noah was so excited to go to a birthday party. On the way over she kept asking, “Are we there?” Noah loves birthday parties. Then she ate everybody’s side salads and danced in her chair with a crown on and a blinking microphone to some Brazilian techno. Oh, no.

Hungry Boy

Isaiah had his first food tonight. In a perfect world, well my perfect world, I would've picked some peas from my pea bush that I nurtured using only organic pesticides and then steamed those peas, for no more than a few minutes using filtered water. After I would have purred them and fed the fresh, organic, love grown peas to him while playing Mozart on my harp. That didn’t happen. I stopped at Albertson’s and bought a bottle of peas. Second time around is so much easier!

Oh, he loved the peas and Noah thought she would too, but she didn’t!

MacEonE

Yesterday's rain made for a clear and perfect morning. I got a quick run/walkie thing in before Broderick left for basketball. Noah woke up this morning asking for cupcakes and was confused and heart broken when she learned that cupcakes are not an acceptable breakfast. Broderick admitted telling her she could have one in the morning. Instead we had oatmeal. Usually she LOVES oatmeal with blueberries and rice milk - but today when comparing the porrage to the cupcakes she had a little breakdown. I had to give her just a dolup of soy cream on top to even it out. She ate her's and then climbed on my lap and ate mine. We colored with markers while I cruised Craig's List for a bed for her. We sat outside and we read the paper together. Well I read and she repated it back to me until she got bored and then hugged the dogs, gave them treats, made a "birthday" out of sand from her sandbox and picked grass out of her toes.

Later she had her beloved mac-e-on-e and apple sause!