thoughts and stuff.

Spring is here. It's a lovely 90 degrees out today. I believe Beckham's beautiful creamy skin is going to require a major sunscreen investment this summer.

We've changed banks. Not so official as the accounts at the former are still open and the current are not really "new," but previously dormant. But a switch nonetheless. Loved wamu, but chase? Not so much. Bummer.

Stinkin' Shellie and the scrapbook convention brought all kinds of new products into my house and wouldn't you know it, I've been drawn to use them! I just may make progress in documenting this family's existence yet.

My ice maker is broken. Let's just put my bad habit of munching on ice through the day out there and be honest... it's killing me. How is one supposed to drink ice cold water or get their crushed ice fix? Buying ice is ridiculous, but justified because we had dinner guests. Not that I've made my way through that stash, it's time to get this baby fixed!

Seneca organizes things. She lines up dominoes and then rearranges them. She stacks up the toilet paper rolls and then does it again. She carries all of the tupperware lids around arranging them just so and then stacks them to do it again. Is it a problem that she found a new box of tampons and has added them to her "stuff to organize?" They get sorted by color on the lip of the easel and across the stair and sometimes I find them in the most random places!

Bex has hit 15 months. When in the world did that happen?! He's in the 80% for height and 20% for weight. Seriously. He's visiting a special doctor in a couple of weeks to see if there is anything concerning about his "cool guy" swagger. One leg a little longer than the other is cool, right? I'm not incredibly concerned.

Speaking of concerned, our pediatrician told me today that I was such a relaxed mom. I laughed out loud, yes I did. Does she know me at all? But in all reality, I'm much more relaxed now than I was with child numero uno. Denten is the one who suggests we call the doctor for things. I figure everything will be fine unless there is a significant amount of blood or eyes rolling back into the head. Guess you can say I've come a long way!

Coop is loving life. most of the time. I had his preschool teacher pull me aside this week and ask if we were moving. What? No. Why? Apparently cooper has been talking about how we're moving to California and his teacher wondered why I hadn't said anything. Keep dreaming of the beach, coop. It just might come true! Boston and his cousins are a big draw westward!

Denten is an official triathlete. He's not messing around. I think the financial commitment says it all. In the last month, we have a new tri-bike, a new wetsuit and new running shoes residing in this house, as well as several smaller accessories. He's getting so fancy. I still like the tight shorts myself and am waiting until he shaves his legs.

Cooper has also decided he'd like to be a triathlete. Saturday he went swimming with his dad. Then they got out and went for a bike ride and finished with a running race. Lovely.

I'm going to Utah tomorrow. I should probably pack at some point. Dent's mom is graduating from college. It's cool, right? We think so. It's a reason to pile the lot into the car and make the trek northward. We are also planning on seeing Seneca's birth mother on this little journey, which I'm really looking forward to. I have more thoughts on that one, but good grief, look how long this is!

Have a lovely weekend. Hope you have crushed ice, tampons in your kitchen and a bank that is easy and convenient. See, I wish you all good things!