Dichos de Micah

That's Spanish for "Micah's Sayings."

And here are some from today:

Micah: "I don't want to mind."
Matt: "Why?"
Micah: "Because minding is not fun."


PJ: "Micah, you look like a million bucks."
Micah: "Yeah, a million Buddy Bucks."

Micah: "Mom, why does Daddy gots no hay-oh." (hair)

Who What When Where Why How

Who, in the world, are these girls? What, in the world, did I do to deserve them? When, in the world, will they stop growing and let me hold them just a moment longer? Where, in the world, is there another person who could ever love them like I do? Why, in the world, should I allow them to grow up another minute? How, in the world, would I ever live without them?

Oink

So much has happened since my last post, I can hardly even begin to do a "catch up." However, starting today, I will try and be better about keeping up with this blog.

A brief update is in order.

Trinity seems to be loving school. Her favorite thing is taking field trips and Science with Dr. Beall. Yesterday, in the car, she asked if she could write down all the homophones she could think of..."for fun."

Micah is LOVING Ms. Amy and Ms. Jennifer at the Child Development Center she is attending. Her favorite thing is Stretch and Grow. We found out yesterday that she has the Swine Flu (lovely) which has infected --

Emory, who...loves her teachers at the Development Center as well. Her favorite things are sucking her thumb, playing with her baby, and giving treats to Little--the dog.

We are all faring well and are happy we were hit with this flu early. The entire family is being treated with Tamiflu (Emory and Micah a higher dose.) It has been very mild, and we are thankful for that. I guess Michael Chrichton was right in his book State of Fear...the media has made us totally crazy at the mention of piggy such illnesses, but we are finding that paying attention and getting treatment seems to be kicking it quick. Another update soon!

See this http://www.everydayhealth.com/swine-flu.aspx for great information about the H1N1 virus aka Swine Flu.

9/8/9=8

Weird title, I know. I guess it was just interesting to me that on 9/8/09, my oldest little darling turned 8 years old. It seems like yesterday (I know, so cliche to say) that she was 8 months old instead. I can remember so many things about her birth, babyhood, toddlerhood, etc, and now it pains me to truly think about her growing up. Though I know each age has profound moments of wonder and delight, things that go along with a child growing up make me long for the ease of her being little again.

So smart, she reads like a pro and is already doing more math than I know about. She's loving things like lava and hermit crabs and talking about the girl in her class who is such a "chatterbox." She loves Pizza Friday and strawberries in a thermos and playing her DS. She has the best sense of humor and is so full of life. She anticipates the "funnies" from every Sunday paper and loves any new joke practicing it until she can repeat it herself. Last night she even condensed the latest one I told her because it was "simply too long."

This little one I bore a mere 8 years ago is turning into such a beautiful young woman. I love you, Trinity...please stay with me 88 more!

Attending the craft/dress up/dance slumber party were Cinderella, ballerina girl, supergirl, cheerleader, 50's poodle skirt girl, snow white, fancy dress girls, and a random diva.

Spinning

What does your Friday night entail? Matt likes spinning around with little girls. 10 of 'em to be exact...
He also likes gettin' funky on the dance floor until he realizes our new neighbors (who we don't really know yet) are watching through the window.
I guess dancing (or whatever you wanna call it) is an inherited trait in the Burton household.

Drive-Thru

Have you ever noticed those trash cans they put out before you get to the drive-thru window at fast food places like McDonald's or Dairy Queen? You know, the odd-shaped ones that kind of look like a long funnel, resembling a speaker, maybe? Well, have you ever accidentally pulled past the speaker where you should place your order for your Happy Meal or Blizzard and stopped right in front of that speaker-shaped trashcan? And if you have done this, have you ever started talking to the trash can asking things like, "Do you charge for water in a cup?" or "What type of freshly baked cookies do you have today?" And if you ever ordered a Hamburger Happy Meal with only ketchup at one of these speaker-shaped trashcans, did it ever answer you and tell you that your order will be $3.42 and tell you to "Please drive forward to the next window." ? Mine didn't either.

Sore Muscles

Me: "Please put on your pajamas."
Trinity: "I just can't."
Me: "Why, honey?"
Trinity: "I just can't possibly move another muscle...except for my mouth."