Alan is definitely not a morning person. He’s more of a late afternoon person. So, I’m always unsure about the whole breakfast in bed thing. But that’s what we did Father’s day. Breakfast in bed.

And I completely forgot to do Alan according to Isabelle like last year. I rather like hearing what Isabelle came up with so I did it right now.

What is something daddy always says to you?
I love you, I love you, I love you. He always says I love you.

What makes daddy happy?
Ummmm….when I give him presents.

What makes daddy sad?
When I get a bloody nose.

How does your daddy make you laugh?
By tickling.

What did your daddy like to do when he was a child?
Play.

How old is your daddy?
25?

How tall is your daddy?
8 feet. 9? 20?

What is his favorite thing to watch on TV?
Baseball.

What does your daddy do when you’re not around?
Computer?

If your daddy becomes famous, what will it be for?
Monkey bars.

What is your daddy really good at?
Cutting trees.

What is your daddy not very good at?
Flying airplanes.

What does your daddy do for his job?
Rrrrrrrr! It’s a big thing. I can’t remember the name. He drives a bulldozer?

What is your daddy ’s favorite food?
Burgers?

What makes you proud of your daddy?
Does really good piggy backs.

What makes you happy that he is your daddy?
He makes me laugh.

If your daddy were a cartoon character, who would he be?
Ha ha that’s funny. How about Goofy?

What do you and your daddy do together?
Play.

How are you and your daddy the same?
We like movies.

How are you and your daddy different?
Daddy is good at drawing hearts and I’m not. Mine look like dinosaur foots.

How do you know your daddy loves you?
Cuz daddy tells me everyday.

What does your daddy like most about your mommy?
Playing the piano.

Where is your daddy ’s favorite place to go?
The park.

It has been almost a month since I talked about the chicks.

I was taking pictures of them daily. I thought it would be nice to see how quickly they grew. They are so fun to watch.

Silly little things.

They multiply like rabbits.

Just kidding. We got one of those furry pants ones.

See her fuzzy feet?

Then I got sick. And I fell off the picture taking bandwagon. And the chicks kept growing bigger and bigger and when we let them outside for the first time I tried to get back to picture taking. Even got a video of their first time out there.

Chicks outside for the first time on Flickr

But then they were getting so big we moved them into a bigger cage, a wooden one. And the light was bad and yep. Not a lot of picture taking going on. But I decided it was about time I wrote about the chicks again, though they are no longer chicks anymore.

And to show how big they’ve gotten, I snapped some photos of them yesterday. They’re “awkward teenagers” (phrase used from one of the homeschool moms) now.

Isabelle has renamed Alan’s chicken, aka Popeye, to Patrick.

And here is mine and Isabelle’s. I started calling mine Nugget but Isabelle has renamed her Jellyfish. And Isabelle’s chick, the Colonel, she has renamed Flower.

Then finally here is Leaf.

Fuzzy panted funny girl.

Oh…here is a good picture of Jellyfish’s feathers coming in on top of her head.

Bwa ha ha!

If you’re interested in all the photos I did manage to get, here’s the entire set of our feathery friends.

The other day Nathan had his first nose bleed.

Isabelle was all, “what?! He’s just like me!”

And just like his sister, he’s been throwing up. What am I talking about? Well, on Sunday Isabelle started throwing up. She didn’t have a fever or anything. But she was throwing up. We called the advice nurse and she prescribed some medicine over the phone. On Monday the vomiting hadn’t stopped so we gave her the medicine and just like that, no more vomiting.

Well, yesterday, Nathan started to throw up just like Isabelle had. Except he was worse. But it wasn’t apparent right away. He threw up three times in the morning. Then he was fine. So fine that we thought, it’s warm so let’s set up the kiddie pool and let the kids play in it.



Ok. Not so smart maybe. After his nap he started throwing up again. Lots. On me.

I went through so many outfits.

Ok. He didn’t throw up on the bathing suit or the clothes. Just the nightgowns, the top two on the left. And I just realized right now I forgot to draw one nightgown. I went through three that day.

So we brought him to the doctor today.

By then he had thrown up like eleven times total from yesterday. Just vomit everywhere. He threw up in the car twice. Once to the doctor’s and once back. He’s lost ten ounces. Surprisingly though he didn’t cry at the doctor’s. Usually when she’s poking at him he cries. But today I laid him down and held his hand and he was pretty much fine. Maybe his not feeling well meant he had no fight in him.

So, anyhoo, the doctor prescribed him the same medicine. And it worked. Awesome. Hope he follows Isabelle’s pattern and is fine tomorrow with no more vomit.

Nathan threw up twice last night. And once today. My poor little guy. At least I didn’t go through as many clothes. I just got thrown up on once. More what I wore today drawings:

I started the morning in my black and white nightgown. Then we went out and I had to wear real clothes. Boo. Then we got home and I changed back into my nightgown. Hey, makes breastfeeding easier. Then I got vomited on so I changed into my purple nightgown.

And totally random old video just because.

Video on Flickr

Can you guess where we were? And I said old video. Spinning him round and round wasn’t why he threw up.

Isabelle has been taking swimming classes now for almost four months. We’ve been going weekly.

Nathan plays.

Or watches his sister swim.

Isabelle started at level starfish, which is for nervous beginners.

Every week she would bargain with her teacher. We could see her through the glass. When the teacher wanted her to dunk her head under the water, we could see Isabelle putting her hand up to the level of her chin. She wanted to compromise, only dipping her head to chin level, no further.

Then, one week, Isabelle did it. She put her head under the water.

And now…well look at her go:

Swimming Isabelle on Flickr

My little starfish is now a seahorse.