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Archive for July, 2008

The drive from Southern California to Northern California taught me a few things:

1. There are fields of cows on Coalinga as far as the eyes can see (and smell).  So much that it gets to be kinda creepy and twilight zone-ish.
2. Fields of uncut hay are very pretty.
3. “I Spy with my Little Eye…” and “Name 20 words that begin with the letter…” make a 6-hour drive seem shorter.
4. Repeatedly listening to “Jesus, you’re my superhero, you’re my star, my best friend.  Yeah yeah yeah yeah better than Superman, yeah yeah yeah yeah, better than Spiderman, yeah yeah yeah yeah better than Barbie…” makes a 6-hour drive seem much much longer.
5. The Bay Bridge is actually a lot longer than the Golden Gate Bridge.
6. I have a fear of bridges.  I can do it, but my heart races and my palms sweat.

My nephew was asking us if we’re going to see the “Golden State Bridge” and so we were discussing it.  A few minutes later, Big Mochi, who apparently had misheard him, asked me, “Mommy, when are we going to see the “Go to sleep Bridge?” 

We went to see Wicked today.  Totally awesome play.  It’s very true what they say about never being able to see the Wizard of Oz the same again after this.  I wonder if the guy who wrote the Wizard of Oz minds that Wicked changed everything.  I mean, if I wrote a story and someone else comes along and writes a story that takes place before mine and makes the bad guys not so bad, I think I’d mind.  Not a very good example, but years ago I read the Bridges of Madison County, which was a very beautifully written romance novel.  Then a parody came out after that called… I think it was the Ditches of Edison County?  Not entirely sure, but it totally ruined it for me after that.  Not that it was bad because it was hilarious.  It just took the romance of the original right out of my head.

G and I had a date night last night.  We went to see Hancock after having a quick drink at El Torito.  Had a great time.  It’s not often we get date nights, and even when we do, we’re so tired.  And then more than half of our conversations revolve around our kids and the things they do that make us so happy.  What saps we are.

So anyway, today C&K came down to take Mom out for a belated birthday lunch at the El Torito (her choice) G and I were at the night before.  Then we went to the little arcade next door where mochis ran amock.  Everyone was pooped by dark and no fireworks woke anyone up.  Happy day!

The summer 4th of July party at daycare occurred today!  Perfect weather for lots of outdoor fun and inflatables and water games.  Baby Mochi had a blast going in and out of the jumper.

Then the big kids bobbed for ducks while the little ones kept trying to figure out why everyone’s face was in their pool.  I added the one little pic where it looks like Baby G is trying to get Baby Mochi out of the pool.  Nice try, little guy – great effort, but that’s like trying to cool down a volcano with some ice.  (In other words, futile.)

    

Here’s my favorite marshmallow not quite getting the hang of the inflatable skee ball, and Princess S slippin’ and slidin’ down the lane!

   

 

A box is all it takes sometimes.  It’s a refuge, a fort, a place to hide where no one will find you.  It’s a place to lie down and chill.  It’s an escape from big sisters who won’t change the channel or share their toys.  It’s a place to run from mommies who are trying to get you to brush your teeth when you don’t feel like it.  It’s a cave to explore.  It’s a place that you can jump out of to scare grandmas who pass by unsuspectingly.  It is more fun than the colorful toys with the blinking lights and cheerful tunes.

To you and me, it’s just a box.  To a mochi, it’s a whole new world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My mom cannot hear well.  She cannot watch movies in the home without being offensive to the neighbors unless there are subtitles.  She can hear a lot of what we say, but doesn’t understand as the sounds are heavily muffled.  It’s difficult, but once in a while, the cause of great entertainment.  Here’s an example of a phone conversation we had a little over a year ago (July 15, 2007):

• Me: I’m going to get hot water.
• Mom: That’s not very smart!
• Me: Huh? 
• Mom: Big Mochi’s allergic!
• Me: What are you talking about?  I am going to make some tea so I need hot water.
• Mom: Oh, I thought you said rottweiler.