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This is a blog about our family, so that our far-away family and friends can stay close.

Last week Aliya asked me "What does a sign mean when it has a 'P' with a circle and a line through it?" In a moment of evil amusement I told her it meant "No Peeing." I don't know what possessed me to say that because I normally answer her questions truthfully and explain things to her satisfaction without giving more than the required amount of details on the more sensitive topics.
school shootings, dangerous gangs, religious leaders who are sex offenders, and I recently watched a report of six teenage girls beating another and videotaping it to post online.
Jana has prevailed in the search for a different type of birthday party! Happy Birthday Aden!! I had never even heard of a Tumblebus but it was really cool. All of the seats were removed (except the driver's) and the walls and floor were padded, with a slide, rings, a climbing wall, a mini trampoline, a balance beam, and a zip line. They somehow managed to play parachute games in the bus, and they also did the limbo. The kids loved it!
IMO...she looks like she has an extra butt on her chest but to each her own.
I have no clue how she can keep it together with 18 when I can't get out the door in the morning without wanting to go Ya-Ya. Meds??.
After three weeks in the Garden of Eden, God came to visit Eve. "So, how is everything going?" inquired God.
Yesterday we were heading to a play date and I decided to swing by Whole Foods with all 3 kids. I should have learned a long time ago that there is no "swinging by" anywhere with 3 kids, and that no container of cut-up fruit was worth hauling all of them into the store. BUT...you know me. I think I'm invincible. So I load Norah into a carriage and the other two are walking because the carriages at Whole Foods (and Trader Joe's by the way) are too small for Adlani to fit into the basket comfortably, plus I've been hearing about some kooks who get upset about the germ factor of putting kids into the basket and the last thing I need on a Sunday morning is flak from a fellow shopper. Just a word on the germophobia...have they ever considered what gets on the carts while they're out in the parking lot? Acid rain, bird poop, caterpillar slime? Or the fact that the last person who pushed the carriage probably didn't wash their hands after they *dropped the kids off at the pool*? Whatever.
So I make it into the store, select my cut-up fruit, and head for the register. That was just too easy, so Aliya knocks 6 packs of blueberries off the giant stack of blueberry packs, and I have to stop to pick them up, scoop up the loose berries and stuff them back in the packs...
leaving the carriage out in the parking lot. I exit the store carrying Norah, the cut-up fruit, my keys and wallet (maybe it's time for me to break down and carry a pocketbook), while holding Adlani's hand and keeping tabs on Aliya. On the way to the car I notice a guy just getting ready to drive off with his coffee on the roof of the car. I veer over toward him and start gesturing frantically with the cut-up fruit and the hand holding Adlani's. Since that didn't elicit any reaction other than possibly causing him to drive away faster because a crazy lady was waving her cut-up fruit and her 3-year-old at him, I used my only free appendage, my left foot (raised high and proud), to point at the coffee while balancing on my right foot, holding Norah, the cut-up fruit, my keys, my wallet, and Adlani's hand. I simultaneously mouthed the words, "YOUR COFFEE'S ON THE ROOF!!!"

