My Tiny Infant Baby Daughters

I just dropped them off at the airport for a field trip with their class to a beautiful Brazilian beach, where they will be working at a sea turtle preserve for the week. They will be saving baby turtles! Baby turtles are soooo cuuuuuuuuute!

They will be staying in a hotel on this beach. Whatever.

They packed their own bags, and when I was going over them, I came across a plastic container with holes in the top. 

"Olivia, why is this container in your bag?"

"In case they let me keep some endangered baby turtles."

I just hope turtles are gluten free.

Jack's preparing for college, my babies are gaining independence, and Henry is, uh, still shooting blow darts into our concrete walls. And what am I doing? NOT PLANNING FOR OUR NEXT ADVENTURE BECAUSE UNCLE SAM HATES ME AND HASN'T GIVEN US AN ASSIGNMENT YET, EVEN THOUGH WE ARE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE IN A FEW MONTHS. I'M SO UPSET I HAD TO PUT THE CAPS LOCK ON.

It's Official

I'm a Trojan mom.

Wait, how did that get in there?

It's Monday

I thought it would be a good idea to update the blog, but nothing much has happened in the last week. Jack is closer to making a final decision on colleges in that he's narrowed it down to the west coast, with heavy leanings towards the Trojans. Sob. No, it's fine, really. Who cares about the dumb Huskies, anyway? 

I'm happy to report that my sickly daughter has gained a tiny bit of weight. Well, she had gained a bit of weight until she went to her friends' house over the weekend and ate lasagna. She denied eating gluten, but I saw it on the way back out. Ick. She also had an altercation at school. It started when Grace called me from the nurse's office, crying about getting hit in the head with a ball. Apparently the girl that threw it at her laughed at her when it happened, and had done it on purpose. I picked her up, only to realize it was hurt feelings and not a concussion that sent her home. About two hours later, I got an email saying there had been an incident in school involving Olivia and said ball-throwing girl. I still don't know what really happened, but Olivia's exact words were, "I was just holding out my fist and [name withheld] ran into it." That's her story and she's sticking to it, anyway.

Domestic Disturbance

This week, out of the blue, our beloved housekeeper of three years told us she is moving to Sao Paulo with her husband. With a kid headed off to college, and my anxiety about having people in my home that didn't come out of my body, I've decided not to hire anyone new. As I was outlining all the chores the kids were going to have to do, I mentioned to Olivia that she would have to start cleaning her own bathroom.

"No, I don't. My bathroom is always clean already!" She chirped.

This should be interesting.