The Last Hurrah

Like so many hung-over and punch-drunk festival attendees, J could barely keep his eyes open for the final concert we saw this week. Even when the band passed out pots and pans for everyone to bang and demonstrated human bowling, he snoozed.

Sophie got to see Peelander-Z play, but she was not nearly as giddy as Frank. I guess this outfit isn't all that weird if you're a four-year-old.

And then the wind blew through his hair and J. was up and at 'em again. "I'm up! I'm up!"

I think this is a glimpse into the teenage Sophie's face. Angsty? Dreamy?

I love the sign right next to her -- hands off the net, kid!

What an awesome Spring Break. Bring on the summer!

Little Rocker Kids

SXSW Music Fest, 2010
(My apologies for posting these on FB and the blog, but my grandma only checks the blog. And these are keepers.)

Kite Fest

Spring Break SXsofar: it's the third day of our break, and we have enjoyed a jam session with fiddlin' friends at Pie's house, running around like crazies at the Zilker Kite Fest, drinking "smoovies" in the afternoon, and then yesterday we saw a monkey riding a dog herding some sheep at the rodeo fairgrounds. Sophie's favorite thing so far: "eatin' a hot corn dog on a rainy bench."

Here are some pics from the Kite Fest:



Nothin' better than being barefoot in a field of grass (oh, yeah...the green butterfly kite in the background is ours!):


When we tired of flying kites, I decided to "fly" the kids:






Kids, kites, and the skyline...maybe my favorite picture ever:


More kitefest pics (including the kite-eating tree and some cool HDR pics that Frank took) are here: KITE FEST PICTURES

Crushed Bug Flakes

Lugubrious lamentations around our house: "Shrek," the cicada carcass that Sophie kept in her jewelry box and petted often, disintegrated tonight. Godspeed, Shrek. You were a nice, albeit dead, pet. shell.

Thank god we still have "other Josh," who is the other cicada shell. Who is also dead, but still pettable. Pet-able?

Sunday Funday

Family and friends and chilango margaritas...these are a few of my favorite things! Last Sunday we met up with some friends to celebrate my final 30-something birthday. Jameson was a charmer. The girls tried Pop Rocks for the first time (we're listening to the crackle in Pic #2). And I sipped on my favorite margarita -- an orange-infused spicy margarita with a top secret crushing on the rim. My guess? Chili powder and Mexican Lucas candy (rumored to contain lead). Yum. Say...why don't they make a margarita with pop rocks lining the rim? On the rocks with rocks? I digress.

Check out some of the party pics by clicking here: StacyDay

There's a monster IN my bed.

Last night Sophie poked me on the arm (I was slumbering peacefully) to tell me that she had had a bad dream. I pulled her up into the bed with me..."just for a few minutes, Soph...then you're going back to your bed." A few minutes later, she peed on me. Sometimes, THAT is parenthood.

I didn't cry or spank her or beat her with the wire hangers. I'll be checking my mailbox for the mother of the year certificate.