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No more caged little monkey

Since our little monkey fully mastered getting both in and out of her crib, it was time to let it go.

Apparently, I’m the only one with an emotional attachment to the crib. At least my husband has obliged me and simply says okay when I tell him to make room in storage for this because I refuse to ever part with it ever ever.
Thankfully, another family with 4 kids didn’t share the same emotional attachment to their boys’ old bunk beds which thanks to Craigslist are now ours.
We told our little monkey she could only peek up the ladder but not climb on the top bunk, a rule that got tossed out in about an hour despite Ashlyn’s frustration with sharing. 
Bunk beds are so very exciting. 
For some reason, not having 4 walls around her (even though they did not keep her in in any way, shape, or form) made staying in bed…well…nearly impossible. It took a skipped nap and a whole lot of “now, stay in bed!”s to get to this point.
Today, this mama adapted. I refuse to let bunk beds end napping.
It eventually got to this. One more time out of bed, and you’re back in a crib.

Success. 
And, joy all around at the changes happening here. Evan inherited a couch for his room — something I just sorta whipped up with a $5 toddler bed yard sale purchase from Saturday morning and shams and pillows and a comforter cover we had extras of. 
If you can’t find me this summer, go look in Evan’s room. 

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Hello, Summer

Seems like it really wasn’t that long ago that we were excited about new beginnings, a new year, lots to anticipate…

Now, we’re anticipating the return of some old favorites–lazy mornings, swimming and sprinkles, lots of wii, lots of fun books, ice cream, and flip flops.

Pleased to have you back, Summer. Feel free to stay a while, k?

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180 days minus maybe 5

180 days of school are required. But, once you get to about 175, I wonder if those last 5 days should even be counted.

I officially made field day rounds this week.

Apparently, Drew found his own field day slightly more compelling than his older siblings’ field day.

I remember field days – holding hands in a big circle singing “The Greatest Love of All” together and then releasing helium balloons with our names and addresses tied onto them on postcards with a plea for people to send the postcards back to us when they found the balloon. We all hoped our postcard would come back with a note written in another language. Never happened.
Gone are those days. Balloons aren’t green. 
Maybe that would be a good summer activity with the kids. Would releasing 4 balloons be all that bad?

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A Family Comic Con Top 10

1. Blame it on your kids. You can totally roll your eyes when you tell people you are heading to Comic Con and make a big deal about the things you do to make your kids happy. You are under no obligation to share that you think seeing the real superman, one of the heart throbs from old favorite 90210, the man behind Kung Fu panda’s Mr. Ping, and the nerdy kid from Sixteen Candles and The Breakfast Club would be a little bit cool.

2. Do not bring a stroller. Don’t even think about it. If you have one young enough not to be able to walk around all day (or one crazy enough to bolt and try to join the circus), strap that kid to you. Maybe you can get creative and make that child wearing part of some superhero get up. I tried (picture wristbands and a cape on the hip carrier). Mark said I looked ridiculous. I wore the wristbands for most of the day regardless. I’m so on the in.

3. Do bring a camera. And, prepare yourself to take pretty much the same picture of your children over and over again with different characters–most of whom are just normal people coming for the convention who love having their picture taken.

3. Ask before taking a picture. Minimize risk by trying to make sure that the person you are asking is actually wearing a costume.

4. Hang out near the bathrooms and exits. Seeing Captain America coming out of using the facilities or a villain texting can provide a good bit of amusement for children and adults alike.

5. Prepare yourself for a lot of “What’s that?” questions. Over and over and over again.

6. Prepare to feel old when those “what’s that?” questions are directed towards what you may consider pillars of your adolescent years.
7. Get ready to say no. No, you can’t have that light up hat that Mr. Ping is wearing. No, you can’t buy a $50 Batman belt. No, you can’t join the 501st and spend $5,000-$10,000 on a Star Wars costume.
8. Be on the lookout. You may need to stay away from some a lot of scantily clad women (who I did not photograph for obvious reasons) and some creepy things. This one actually caused some tears, understandably. Ick. I’ll go back to Superman, thank you very much. 

9. Be prepared to lose someone. Comic Con can be a long day. By the afternoon, we think a stormblaster got her.

10. Go home thankful. 

Comic Con 2012 in Philadelphia

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