August 20, 2006
August 15, 2006
Meet Sally Sparkle
So we finally did it. Our neighbor Ryan has two female toy poodles and when he got back from a trip and picked them up from the kennel, one was hapai. Not really sure what kinda of mix we are looking at: Cockapoo. Shitzpoo. Poobernard. Greyoodle. Poostifff...could be anything.
The kids are over the moon happy and were a great help in naming her. Lily wanted to name her Black Sparkle. I was rooting for Dr. Kobayashi (imagine yelling THAT at the dog park - would so TOTALLY win - but nobody thought it was funny but me - but I digress). Jake suggested McQueen, as in Lighthing McQueesn from Cars. We pointed out that McQueen was a boy and that the dog was a girl, so he came back with Sally, McQueen's Porche 911 girlfriend.
So, here's Sally Sparkle Evans. Stop by and let her sniff you.
August 06, 2006
What a month
In the past four weeks we've been busy
Working backward: Lily had her 5th birthday on the 5th. She and Jake slept over at Tutu Kane's house on the night of the 4th, allowing Mom and Dad time for dinner and a movie, Talledega Nights, which was really pretty funny, thank you Baby Jesus. Started with a trip to the water park and finished the night at Chuck E. Cheese. She was as happy as a five year old should be allowed to be.
Lily just started kindergarten and the orientation is JUST about over so real hours are in effect starting Tuesday the 8th. She was a little apprehensive the first day, but fortunately Mrs. Harada picked "Mouse Mess" as the book to read during class. SInce Lily can pretty much repeat it verbatim she wound up feeling pretty special I'm sure.
Cousin Ary had the most amazing first baby luau ever. Ever. And I've thrown two pretty good one so I know of what I speak. Moana Surfrider (on a High Surf Advisory day - great views of great summertime Waikiki waves - don't know how Ana pulled of that - she must have a connection). Tons of party favors. Great food. Games. Happy kids. Most surprisingly, a clown who was acutally entertaining. Lily and Jake were the first ones up to the stage when the clown got started and until he pretended to fall down off his unicycle, causing Jake to literally leap from the stage in fear (and cause me to literally laugh till I cried), I don't think he created too many traumatic memories.
Later that day I had to act like a grownup for Pa'ani's wedding: semiformal. No shorts. No aloha shirt. Basically all the things that I thought I had escaped by moving to Hawai'i. A quick trip to Banana Republic (I do mean quick - reception was at 5:30 and I got to the store at 4:40) and in a flash I was transformed. Well, mostly - still went with the cowboy boots and bolo tie. So I've made it this far without having to learn how to tie a tie, and didn't want to ruin my perfect....39 year streak....
Yes. Had my last 30something birthday a couple weeks ago and unlike a decade ago, I don't have a "before 40 I will _____" promise going. Last time it was do a marathon and that sucked, so at least I've gained a bit of wisdom. And subcutaneous fat. And an appreciation for naps. And gray hairs. And an aching back.
And way way way back on July 8th, Jake turned 3. I had already posted some pictures of the awesome stuff he scored, but didn't write about the great time we had at the box car racing track. Jake had been waiting for months, no exaggeration, to have his party there. We were invited there to a birthday party for a classmate of Lily in March and Jake weas immediately hooked. We had three hours on the track and Jake only stopped to do pesky housekeeping kinds of stuff like blowing out candles and making small talk with the guests. Otherwise it was race, race, race.
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