he has been waiting and waiting and WAITING for kindergarten to start.  pretty much as soon as the last day of preschool ended, he’s been asking, “is it time for me to go to kindergarten yet?” three months ago, we scoped out the schools in our area and decided we liked one campus over another, so i got him transferred, registered, and enrolled for school, and even got to request which teacher we’d like for him. two months ago, we bought his school uniform in all the various flavors and approved colors– long sleeve, short sleeve, pants, shorts, sweatshirt.  i just like knowing the boy’s got options.  we also got…

while eating lunch yesterday… allie:  daddy, how old are you? daddy:  i’m 35. mommy:  WOW. allie [promptly turning to mommy]: mommy, how old are you? mommy:  guess. allie:  17? daddy:  whoa, that was a while ago. mikey:  60? mommy:  whoa!  too far!  if daddy is 35, how old do you think mommy is? mikey:  21? mommy:  that’s exactly right, my son.  good job.

oh mylanta. quick answers: no, we weren’t planning on having a fourth baby any time soon.  we were going to maybe adopt a few years down the line.  but obviously God had other plans for us. yes, this came as a complete, total, unexpected surprise.  but still a happy surprise, nonetheless.  as phil said (and has said with each of our babies), “that’s cool.  really?  that’s cool.” yes, we do know how babies are made.  but as they say, only abstinence is 100% effective. yes, i have already tried all the natural methods to ease the nausea to no avail.  i’ve already thrown up.  thankfully i have an in-house doctor…

once upon a time, i as a little girl asked for a dog.  a cocker spaniel to be exact.  my dad had wanted to get me one, but finances and circumstances just didn’t allow for it.  my parents got a divorce instead.  and my dad has always felt bad that he never got to give me the dog i wanted.  or so he said when he bought us this (with our prior agreement of course): not a cocker spaniel, but my favorite dog in recent years. meet daisy the dog.  mikey’s over the moon for her.  although he was initially disappointed that she wasn’t a boy dog because now, as…

completely without my consent, my sweet tiny little infant newborn turned two last week.  and seemingly overnight, she’s done away with her babyness and sprouted arms and legs that dangle all over the place whenever i try to cuddle and rock her.  phil laughs whenever he sees me try to hold her in my arms as she yells and squirms to break free.  apparently we no longer have a baby in the house.  i will have to pause and ponder that thought at a later date. in any case, we celebrated her second birthday in grand tsai style.  meaning, we went totally ghetto. after phil got home from work, we…