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Camera phones.  Filters.  Capturing the everyday.

And then sharing every week.

It’s kind of our thing.

So we have this cat now.

And it turns out that Optimus and the dog are long lost BFFs from another mother.

Hours and hours you can find these two wrestling and rolling around.

A 90 pound dog vs. a 15 pound cat.

Hours.

It’s really quite entertaining.

After my space shuttle adventures, I decided to take the kids to the California Science Center for the day.

The shuttle woudn’t be there for many more hours, but it sounded like a fun thing to do.

Plus, my sister and fiance offered to come and help me wrangle the kidlets.

This girl.

Ohmyword.

She was in the stroller and threw a FIT.  Screaming.  Arching her back.  Freaking OUT.

I couldn’t figure it out.  She’s usually my quiet, easy going one.  Why was she making a scene?

In desparation, I thought maybe she would be happier walking around with her walker? (We just got new swivel wheels for it so she can turn and navigate on her own).

Girlfriend OWNED that museum.  She just wandered all around like no one’s business.  Going from exhibit to exhibit…pushing buttons…playing with blocks…watching science-y videos…and just meandering about.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the metal walker she was using, she was just like any other kid at that museum.

I seriously just stood there with my jaw on the ground.

That’s my girl.  You own it Jill.

And because I’m a sucker, I let Henry get a 747/shuttle toy from the gift shop.

Even though he totally didn’t deserve it because he was kinda naughty.

But I was feeling generous, and I don’t know the next time we’ll make it down there so…

Like I said: I’m a sucker.

Bedtime stories in this house often have some kind of science theme.

Because my boy loves himself some science stuff.

If it ain’t bugs, it’s space and airplanes.

The Frizz and her hippie schoolbus from the 90’s was selected.

Two things I noticed: 1) the books are hard as read alouds; 2) it was apparently published before Pluto got booted from planet status.  Which Henry promptly informed me was wrong…it’s a dwarf planet.

Whatever that means.

You know what I love?

Baby rolls.

On baby thighs.

Happiness.

Slow down there little buddy.

No need to roll over yet.

No, no, no.

You’re my caboose.

You need to simmer down and take it a little more slowly.

I don’t get to do this again.  I gotta make it last.

I really don’t mind cleaning.

In fact, I actually kinda like it.

Instant sparkling gratification.

But it would be much more enjoyable if I could just CLEAN.

You know how people clean their houses before the cleaning lady comes?

I should hire someone to do that.

And then I’ll scrub.

My five year old Kindergartener taking huge 2+ hour naps on a regular basis?

Yes.

My three year old girls refusing naps for WEEKS now?

I am not happy about this.  Not one bit.  I thought I had at least a couple more years.

Boo.

Also boo…this mama was SICK this week.

I’ve managed to avoid catching whatever the kids bring home lately, but somehow I not only caught their cold, but I got it 100 times worse.

My sore throat was EPIC.  In all my 32 years, I have never ever EVER had a sore throat like this.  Ever.

I finally made myself an appointment to see if maybe it was strep throat (it wasn’t), but I did get some meds.

Jilly’s UCLA hospital stay is Tuesday…I can’t be miserably sick for that.  So meds it is.

I’m already feeling better.  Yay!

What’d you do this week? 

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jeannett
I'm a mom to four. A wife to one. I believe in story. I love telling you about mine and would love to hear yours. There's really no sense in wasting our suffering and not sharing in each other's joy. We're all in this together...even if it doesn't always feel like it.
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  1. 1

    welcome to the world of the epilepsy monitoring unit. we’ve spent many days hooked up to the video EEG. there’s nothing like being videotaped every minute of the day, but the data collected will make a difference. i’m praying that you’ll get the answers you need. and that jills last seizure, was indeed her last…

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    Cleaning? I feel the EXACT same way. Love to scrub. Hate all the picking up that has to be done first.

    Also, WTG Jilly!!
    Vanessa @ Brock Rocks´s last blog post ..Did you know?

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    Your picture from the California Science Center made me think of the fizzy lifting drinks scene from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!

    Your kiddos are so stinkin’ cute! And the dog and cat wrestling…precious! Have a great weekend!
    Stephanie´s last blog post ..instafriday…

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    Love that jill had such an awesome time at the museum. Hope you feel better soon!
    becky@oursweetpeas´s last blog post ..Insta-Friday Mid-October Edition

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    I love the photo of the cat and dog. Brings back so many memories of our dog and cat when I was growing up. We have a dog and cat right now that wouldn’t be caught dead in the same photo. The cat pretty much runs the show. // Have a great week!
    Anne´s last blog post ..A Post About Beauty and a Letter to My Daughter(s)

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    Rock on, Jilly.
    And sucker moms are the best. I should know. I am totally one.
    I love me a baby roll….or five. That’s how many I counted on my little one the other day.

    Jessie

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    Visting for the first time via Lisa Leonard’s blog. I may have to jump on board with this one of these weeks!
    Barbie´s last blog post ..I Hear You!

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    First, the cat / dog combo is heartwarmingly amazing! Inter-species love is like the cutest thing ever!!! Also heartwarmingly amazing: your girl owing the museum! Wonderful! Congratulations to her!!!
    Finally, I remember as a teenager loving the Magic Schoolbus and being totally stoked that my babysitting kids loved watching it so much. It’ll be funny to revisit it one day with my own kid!!
    erica @ expatria, baby´s last blog post ..289-294 / 366 {A chronicle of life as it exists in 88 boxes.}