Dear Pals,

Thanks for caring about us! Maybe I shouldn't use the blog as a diary, because the help that I get from writing and venting shouldn't unnecessarily scare you. Thanks for your offers of help.

In other news, we have decided not to take that apartment, but apparently are mad (think crazy) enough to continue our search.

Fairy Dust

Today has been a hard day. Besides not enough sleep, I've been caring for and worrying about Clark, who has a little fever- or the promise of one- and a cold. On top of that, I think that he has a sunburn on his head, which is already covered in cradle crap and is a mess. Speaking of messes, that barely describes our home, which, in actuality, is a shambles. We're looking tentatively for a new place to live (we want a dishwasher and a washer and dryer inside our actual home), and the place that we just applied for I should love but I don't and they're making silly demands. Like our move in date should be in 4 days. I just don't think that I have the energy to get everyone in bed, although they are fed and playing happily right now. Perhaps I can just hide in this corner behind the computer until Paul gets home (maybe by 10?) and/or the girls just get tired and fall asleep on their train set.

And maybe a magical fairy will come and clean the home and feed the baby while they're at it.

Blessing Day

Clark was blessed in church on May 10. Below are some pictures from that day. (Mothers Day!)

Grandpa with Clark- checking each other out

Finally some fun! Uncle Scott chases Camille

Camille and Grace- happily loving the happy baby

The cutie sailor outfit that my mom made for Clark- and his fancy soft blankie too!

Grandma coaxes a smile from Clark. For the record, he has never ever smiled at me. Hmmph.

Us... daddy was upstairs talking to Amah on the phone for mother's day. Happy Mother's Day, Amah!

Adored Adorable

Uncle Sean attempts to steal the frog painting but is foiled by Clark

Hemet shirt in action

It was a great mother's day. Busy- that's how motherhood seems to be right now. But, a blessing to be surrounded by so much family. And my wonderful mom, who is the greatest example of motherhood for me.

Pockiscles

Grandma gave the girls this cookbook. Of course, the first thing that they wanted to cook was the popsicles- or as they call them- pockiscles.

Diapery Baby

An obligatory, slightly naked shot.


Having a boy is different than having a girl. It's weird for me in the way it was weird for Paul with the girls- there's the issue of different "parts". Actually, having a boy stopped being weird a few hours after he was born- there were enough diaper changes to get me quickly accustomed to the difference. The thing that was bad was that we couldn't get the doctors to circumcise Clark while we were in the hospital. Apparently this is a weird thing to ask for when you live in Southern California. However, a month later, we got to bring him in to a great pediatric urologist who also happens to be a mohel. If you want to see parents in agony, you should go to a pediatric urologist's office. Most parents opt out of attending the procedure, and prefer to wait outside, writhing in as much pain, apparently, as their poor sons who are crying inside the examining room. I was not as smart as these parents, opting instead to attend the procedure. I'm not sorry that I did it- I wanted to see what happened, but I would not choose to watch it again, and if we have more sons, I think I'll make Paul take them by himself.

I'm reminded of my small-town upbringing. When I was in highschool I dated a Jewish guy. There weren't any synagogues in our town, and to my knowledge he was one of 2 Jewish people at our school. Although, looking back, how can I claim to know the religious beliefs of 2000 teenagers? Anyway, this boyfriend's brother was about to be bar mitzvahed and I went around sympathisizing with all of my guy friends at this poor lad's fate- circumcision at 13- what pain to have to endure!

I later minored in Jewish studies and learned a thing or two.

A New Look

Truly, I have no idea as to the vagaries of Blogger. So, bear with me, while I deal with our heading picture being on its side. But, they're cute- right?

*Edited* Paul spent 2 hours last night figuring out the problem, and actually rewrote the code. I love being married to my nerdy husband!