Boyz n the Pool

When your house reeks with the stench of the Jarvis El Stop (for you non-Chicagoans, think outhouse); your kitchen floor is littered like the popcorn, peanut shell yuck of the Ground Round; your pile of clean laundry inexplicably becomes the host of an unwanted guest, a toilet plunger; your periphery vision catches sight of two naked twin boys wreaking havoc throughout the living room while holding kite string, confirming that they truly are Thing One and Thing Two from The Cat in the Hat; your personal hygiene has so deteriorated that the only character you can identify with is Charlie Brown's Pigpen; your maternal composure has so lapsed that you parent less like June Cleaver and more like Roseanne Barr: What else can you do but play? Peace and goodness to you this week dear friends. Enjoy the sun and warm weather! I will be sitting by the pool, eating popcorn, watching the show, and undoubtedly getting splashed.

PS: In one week's time, I will be in Chicago seeing U2. Thankfully, I will not be any where near the Jarvis El Stop.

Russell: 

Will tell you he was born in a stable. Hmm. Bit of a Messiah complex already?

Favorite joke: Knock knock. Who's there? Banana. Banana who? Banana cheeto.

Elliot:

Most likely to break out into song in public places. His favorite choices? "Jingle Bells", no matter the season, as well as a nursery rhyme classic about a cat that is nearly drowned at the hands of naughty Johnny Green. "Ding Dong Bell, Pussy's in the Well."

Lucia:

Thinks she is all that. And she is. And then some. Sweet girl.