Friday, April 29, 2011

Where have I been?

I have got to stop these months-long blog hiatuses!  Everytime the kids do or say something funny, Scott says "babe that is SO blog-worthy" and I say yep and keep going.  Living with Francesca and Gavin is like having 2 short, young comedians giving me my very own comedic performance for FREE! It's all comedy, all the time.  Well, almost all the time.  Sometimes the Drama Mama takes over and Francesca is a moody, grumpy just-about-9 year old.  Gav flares his nostrils and tries to be angry but it just makes me and Scott laugh. 

It's Spring around here and that means spring sports, lots of ice pops at Palateria Fernandez, grilling outside for dinner and an itchy-scratchy Francesca (who has to basically do shots of Zyrtec so she doesn't itch her way through the spring and summer).  Gavin is making his Communion 1 week from tomorrow, Francesca turns 9 two days later, Scott is traveling to DC for a few days and I am looking forward to having a minute to just take a breath!  May and June are hectic, but it also means some of the extra activites are coming to an end - Girl Scouts and Cub Scouts, PTO, CCD.  We can enjoy the weather and the extra time to just chill.

I noticed when I logged in that I now have FOUR FOLLOWERS!  Wow I picked one up somewhere...gotta go thank that person.  I've said it before but I will say it again - I am going to try to blog more regularly.  Hey if I can post just about everything the kids do to Facebook, I should be able to blog about it, right?  I just went back and read the last few posts and realized that I posted about Gav's fish from Christmas 2009.  Well here's an update - we are down to just 1.  Gav has now taken all these fishy deaths in stride.  Even when we came home from Cub Scout camping one weekend and found one of the fish half-eaten and fuzzy (not sure what happened there) Gav did not blink an eyelash.  Later that night another one of the fish died - "flush him Daddy".  We just have Sam the fish now.  Plus Picky-Picky and Toots, the fat cats.  Gav would like to get a gerbil though - or a "grrrr-bull" as he calls it.  That's doubtful.  Picky would eat a gerbil for a snack.

Let's see how long it takes me to write a new blog post and spruce up this blog.  Scott, bets?  Anyone?  How about one of those four  followers?  Eh.  See you soon.