This year I decided to opt out of Lotoja. One reason has to do with me being on antibiotics which cause my trips to the bathroom to be more frequent. The other reason doesn't take much thought to figure out....lets just say that I've given the bike a girls name and he spends as much time with it as he would a mistress. Only its better for me cause I know there are no diseases involved. At this point in the weekend I can clearly see that I made a huge mistake in staying home. My kids have caused me to have a bit of an emotional breakdown.
Thank goodness for Abby. She has only whined a minimal amount. Now, if I could only get her to brush her teeth twice a day I'd have the ideal child.
Lets talk about Gil. Everyone knows that when Jeff is around the kid is a saint. When Jeff is gone Garretts evil twin appears. On his way out Jeff had a big talk with him and told him that he was the "man" of the house while he was gone. Probably thinking that by saying this Gil would be less whiny. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong! The second Jeff left Gilly started grounding everyone and with his new authority he became a bit of a dictator. It took lots of time to undo the trauma he caused the girls.
Here we are making a sign to put on the garage.
Other points of interest: We had a humming bird fly into our house. We used some nets and caught it but it took some fast handy work to wrestle the net away from Em as she wanted to keep the poor, scared bird.


I loved going on walks with these two and finding the small things only kids find interesting...fallen baby coconuts, dead birds, fallen flowers, and an odd assortment of leaves both dead and alive. As everyone knows I can't resist taking kids to the store to let them buy whatever they want so I snuck them to ABC and we had a grand ole time! One of the greatest things about having older kids is that you really have fun with little ones.
This is on the North Shore where it had been raining but the sun broke through while we were dining outside. After we stopped at a McDonalds (really?) to try a fried apple pie which Monica ended up regurgitating. Why is it that every time I'm in Hawaii someone from the Phelps family throws up? Anyway.....



