Hung

Ugh. Hung jury today. Must retry. No words.


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Grandmary

Most of the people who read this know my mom, who might just be the closest thing any of us will ever know to a saint walking the earth. She is so amazing and patient. And the number one member of her fan club is vake. He is so confident that she can solve any problem.


Tonight, we lost a train and he begged me to call her. "I know who can find it. Grandmary." For the record, I tracked I down but neveryoumind.

Funny story. Today we were all in church. Gil has failed out of nursery and candidly, I like having the baby with us. Vake was sitting with beloved grandmary until the offertory. I gave Vake his quarter to put in the plate. He put it in the plate, and about 25 seconds later he took off down the aisle after the ushers. Wheeeeeee!

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And the sad part is...

I already know how much I am going to miss it when it is over.


Look at this funny little monkey. He's got his favorite books, his Raffi, Raffi's family and his trains all gathered up around him.

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Writing his name

He's still learning but it is finally obvious that he is writing v a k e. my big boy.


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Challenges of Church

Now that Gil is basically down to one nap, we're trying to get to church every Sunday.  Whew!  Easier said than done.  Today,  I slept until 7:45 and the service starts at 8:45.  I don't mind so much being the family that is scooting in as the whole thing is getting underway, but it was particularly frustrating today.

This Sunday and last Sunday, we've taken Gil to the nursery.  I think Gil is right in the middle of the worst of the baby separation anxiety right now because he just howls when he is held or taken by someone he doesn't know.  So our church nursery, like many others, has a pager system.  You drop off the child, you take a pager. 

And that's what we did.  About five minutes into the service, what I think is my cell phone starts buzzing and won't stop.  I check my phone, and it is not that.  I check Mom's phone.  Eric checks his blackberry- and we finally realize it is the pager from the nursery.  Oh dear.  I never had this problem with Vake at all. 

I arrive upstairs and Gil is upset, but it is an upset that I honestly think that the nursery worker could have gotten him through.  Oh well.  Nevermind.  So I take Gil back downstairs.  He's definitely pretty outraged and is still sort of randomly shrieking throughout the service.  I finally take him out and sweet Bo stops his sermon to tell me that Gil is fine.  Oh well again.

At any rate, we make it through.  By the end of the service, Vake is so amped up that he is ready to run up and down the aisle.  Yowzers. 

I do stand behind my firm belief that it is incredibly important to raise children in a faith but whew!  it is exhausting.

Outtakes from bath time

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