Harvest

The girls and I passed the warm afternoon by picking fruit from our citrus trees. Our original intentions were for lemons, but we noticed the mandarin oranges were ready to be harvested as well. What a fabulous surprise! This is the first year the tree has produced edible oranges and they are more than edible this year - they are delicious.

Could You Sleep Like This?

The picture only shows a few of the 30 or so wires connected to Lilly at the sleep clinic. She snores like a grown man and has tonsils the size of golf balls so the doctor ordered a sleep study. Amazingly, she was able to fall asleep quite easily. Not so surprising was the fact that I was awake most of the night while the technician came in an out of the room to adjust the wires.

Diagnosis: sleep apnea. Boo!

Superheroes Don't Have Silkas

At least that's what Ava told Lilly when she tried to interrupt their flying session to get her silka.

Speaking of heroes, I saw Gran Torino today. Ever since the girls started afternoon preschool together, I told myself that just once I would sneak off to the movies by mylself in place of running errands or folding laundry during that time. Today I finally did. It felt sneaky, kind of like skipping school. Plus, the movie was great. I'm thinking that I need to do this again at least one more time before the end of the school year.

Beach Day

We spent MLK day at the aquarium in Monterey. The jellies are my favorite. I wish I could have a dark room in my house with a tank of these jellies. I would be one relaxed mama.


The girls enjoyed the new Splash Zone.


The day was so gorgeous, we decided to do the 17 mile drive.


We ended our day in Carmel by the Sea, for some beach time and a fireside dinner.

Obama-Mama

We watched the inauguration this morning. Ava had all sorts of questions. Why were there so many people there, waving flags, cheering, and crying? Mostly she got a kick out of the name Barack Obama. She said his name sounds like "A Rocker Bama," which is a pretty high compliment from a girl who's been telling me for the last week that she wants to be a rock star when she grows up. Later this afternoon, I heard her singing to herself "Obama Mama...Obama Mama."