Lost doesn't even BEGIN to cover it.

So we stayed up late last night to watch the series finale of Lost. Late meaning, after 9:30. Que Lastima! (I don't know how to say "Coulda waited and got sleep instead" in Spanish). Actually, I was totally with it until the last 20 minutes or so. I dug the characters finding each other and "remembering" what they meant to each other. But the ending was a let-down. Because it was too confusing! Nothing got explained, no loose ends were tied up in a pretty bow. The explanation they gave didn't make any sense. We walked upstairs to bed shaking our heads and trying to offer up ideas about what it meant.

I thought this was funny. How they got the little figures to look like everyone when none of them has a nose is beyond me. And why does Hurley have a scale?

Bye-Bye School, Hello Summer!

Last Wednesday was the last day of "school" (said with tongue in cheek) for Tessa and Jack. To commemorate the day, I tried to take a picture of them together right before loading up in the van to go. Here's how THAT went:

OK! Let's try standing together! Tessa, put your arm around Jack.

OK. He kinda walked away on that one. Try holding him tight.

(Struggle, struggle, squeal, push) Tessa says, "Oh forget it!"

Oh well. This is the best we could do. Done and Done.

It was a fun day for the kids. They got to play water games that involved changing into swimsuits. And there was mention of shaving cream, but I never found out how that factored in exactly. On a personal side note, NEVER get shaving cream in your hair and then immediately jump into a swimming pool. What happens is some kind of insane chemical stripping that no conditioner can touch. Frizz central will ensue. Maybe for days. What? I had a bad camp experience...

So now, ALL of my scheduled activities that involved childcare are over for a few months. Bring on the cross-eyes and lip drumming! I'm ready!

Our summer plans are in their infancy right now. We 'rents are in negotiations about a family vacay. It's in the word flinging phase right now. From me: fun, tradition, meaningful, needed-for-sanity. From Anthony: budget. (And sometimes variations like "travel budget" and "money")

Until that treaty gets signed, we will be filling the standoff time with trips to the park, the library, the pool, the zoo and long nature hikes. I have a love/hate relationship with summer.

Little boys come in all shapes and sizes,

Shy and adventurous, full of surprises,

With misshapen halos and mischievous grins,

Small dirty faces, and sweet, sticky chins.

They'll keep you so busy, and yet all the while

Nothing can brighten the world like their smile.

And no greater treasure has brought homes more joy

Than a curious, active, and lovable boy!

Angels must dream of little ballerinas...don't you think?