Tiger Ghosts and Electric Youth

Well, he does have a green sleeper, and we almost used it to make a leprechaun out of him, but just thinking what a fit he'd throw if he had to don the hat and the fake beard was enough for me to ditch the brilliant idea (although his sister was all for it). Instead of a leprechaun, he was a... well, everybody thought he was supposed to be a tiger. They could have been right, but I think it's just a Halloween sleeper; there's a ghost patch on it.

Marguerite is getting to be such a know-it-all, it's really mostly funny. Her dad is a frequent victim of her corrections, and I myself haven't been spared either. There are times when she's just so set in her ideas that she's funny in her obstinacy. Once I told her that she had to rinse off the shampoo well or her hair would be sticky, and she said, "I think you mean stinky." I explained that I had actually meant sticky, and she said, "Yes, but it will also be stinky." In the end, I couldn't argue with her. Another time I told her to make sure her hands are dry before switching off the bathroom light or she might get electrocuted. She nodded her head, but after a beat or two, she turned to me and asked, "Does electrocuted mean that I will become cuter?" Stifling laughter, I explained what "electrocuted" meant. She made noises implying that she understood, but a couple of days after that incident, I heard her using "electrocute" to mean "make cuter" during one of her eternal games of LPS Makeover/Hair Salon.

Painful Lymph Nodes, Mullet Babies, and New Website

I'm making some blogging changes around here. This, Spinning Lovely Days, is going to be my personal blog, so you'll probably find inane musings and random news about me and my family here, which is why I'm going to tell you about the painful lymph node behind my right ear. It was extra painful Saturday and Sunday (the pain becoming more intense as the day progressed), but considerably dulled Monday onwards. It's still there though. I've prayed for it to go away and I expect it to just disappear without me even noticing it. I did have the beginnings of a cold twice last week and it never fully developed both times; I'm thinking that's related to this lymph node episode (rhymed!).

If you've been following this blog for years, you probably know that we didn't give Marguerite her first haircut until she was 3.5 years old. Now, with a boy, lurking in the back of my mind is this notion that we'll be opting to grow his hair long, about shoulder length (just like Jesus'!!! - is what we'll point out to naysayers). The thing is we didn't factor in that he'll find those wayward wisps of hair irritating, but we wouldn't want to tie or clip them back lest people mistake him for a girl. We're also now considering the climate here which is muggy 97% of the year. Mark said that he could cut the long strands hanging over the baby's ear (we still refer to Cameron as THE baby even if he's 1.5 and about to start slow potty training - my dear husband found out what that meant and quickly announced that he's going to stay completely out of it. So much for support!) unwittingly offering to give the baby a mullet. Shudder!

Anyway, here are some recent pictures, a few of them with good friends. The other little boy is Asher who's about a week younger than Cameron. The boys were so adorable playing on the grass. Precious moments! I, on the other hand, look fat in that black and white blouse. While clearly overweight, I am nowhere as heavy as I seem in it - just wanted to say.

Btw, I've started a new website: Our Lemonade Days. It still needs lots of work, but I'd like it if you could visit it and check out what's already there.