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I LOVE summer!

No homework, sunshine all the time & kids, kids, kids. Yes, I love having those energetic, fighting, wiggling, whining, yelling, laughing, screaming, naughty children home with me. I make them go on adventures with me, and make them stay home & clean with me and we all drive each other crazy. And what a guilt-free way to avoid all that stuff I hate- bills, working out, cleaning, errands, fighting with the insurance company, and mostly the have-tos of life. I can’t possibly get to that now. The kids are home!

Is it summer yet?
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Chicago 4/18/2011


why did the rooster cross the road?

Look at this gorgeous, wild rooster. Yup- running crazy in the wilds of Key West.

Our first morning Kyle runs into our room sputtering, “Er, er, er, ERRRRR! What is that? What is that?’ At 5:15am it can only be one thing. One of the many roosters roaming Key West. Apparently, this particular rooster enjoys roosting outside the window of the little house we rented for the week. We learned that roosters, hens & chicks travel as family groups, scoff at cars, bikes and other vehicles, but run blindly if a tourist is attempting to take pictures. But we just can’t help ourselves.

We hope he enjoyed us as much as we enjoyed him. We even miss him, back here at home, where we get to sleep late every day. Well, almost until 6am, anyway.


Mud Season

Yup, mud season in Chicago. From now until the hot, hot days of summer we’ll be jumping in puddles, squishing through soggy sod, and finding mud smushed in carpets, clumped on hardwood floors and smeared on doors, windows and on the inside of ears. How does it get there? We don’t know, but we’re sure it has something to do with little boys…


Spring!

I know it seems early here in Chicago. We have snow, and we’ll probably have more, perhaps even one of those winter storms that hint at a snow day.

But today it feels like SPRING. Birds are singing their return, the sun is shining & the sky is the bluest blue, a blue we don’t remember through all those gray winter skies.

And look, there’s proof! Here’s what we found in the yard today: