The Ella and Ivy Show

There was even a section with Maracas.

road trip!

Two weeks ago I became very tired of the endless non-spring around here and decided to pack up the kids and go visit their cousins in Arizona, where everyone wears shorts and sunscreen and 90 degrees is still not considered warm enough for swimming. We left on Monday, had a fantastic three days, then drove back Friday.
(Pretend there's a graceful segue here.)
So nine years ago I spent a semester studying in London, and at the end of the term I was sitting around with some other students and our travel writing professor discussing an essay assignment on what we had learned as students abroad; and there was this one girl in the group, a really nice, smart girl, who was 19 and had gotten engaged the night before we left, and she started talking about how she never wanted to be without her fiance again. Wherever she went, she wanted them to go together. She got a little teary. That's what she had learned.

Guys, I'm not going to lie, I rolled my eyes SO HARD. Because, seriously? lame.

Anyway, I was thinking about that conversation last week on the drive back from Arizona, because the truth is that even though we had a marvelous time, I missed Christofer. He's my best friend; everything is just more fun when he's there. I think that whenever I go somewhere without him, now.

and I was going to tell him this when I got home, I really was ( am very romantic, you know), but I walked in the door and he ruined it. He had cleaned the entire house, dusted even. Bought us curry for dinner. Written love letters for all of us telling how much he missed us.

so later, instead of saying, Christofer, next time I will wait until you can come with us!, I was all, Chris, while it is true that I would have even more fun traveling with you, I think I'll just continue having a little less fun on my own, because it turns out leaving you here is TOTALLY WORTH IT.

quasi

The last week has been a whirlwind of...stuff (articulate! woo!), but we're going to skip ahead to Easter because that was the day Ivy fell off a trampoline and into a window well.
Lined with concrete.
And rocks.

(since the picture isn't as dramatic as real life, she is using her sad lip to demonstrate how you should feel about her bruised chin and hugely swollen forehead.)

(she is otherwise (miraculously) fine.)

Charlie

or, as Christofer has taken to calling him, Chubby Charlie.
(15 pounds at 2 months!)

storytime

Last night I overheard Ivy reading a story to her doll. It went like this:

Once upon a time a big scary monster came and ate William. The End.

You know, I generally try not to take sides in the ongoing battle between Ivy and William, but you really have to admire the elegance of her solution.

babies babies everywhere

Prepare to see a lot of baby pictures the next few months, because everyone I know is expecting. Everyone. Or almost everyone? Maybe it just feels like everyone. Whatever. I don't know. I can't be bothered with "counting" and "facts," okay? This is a blog, you know.

anyway. Here is what I'm working on today:

adorable.