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These are from last weekend, but still should be documented, given the rarity of the situation.  I ended up in the bed with the two of them, squished on my side, with a major back twinge.  They are sweet when they want to be, aren't they?

Sophie has now decided that we don't need to help her eat anything.  This includes yogurt, so here'e what happens when you let a 1yo feed herself.

Last night Trevor went to his first officical sleepover.  His new best friend, Jabari, is just like him- hyper, loud, and way into comic books.  They even create them together.  Jabari's mom took them to the movies, CiCi's, and then home where they stayed up past midnight watching tv.  I was so excited for him, whereas other people, who shall remain nameless, were very worried about Trevor's first night away.  He's only ever stayed with us or his grandparents, so this was his first night without family.  There were no midnight calls to come pick him up, like we feared.  On the other hand, I was encouraged to call and check on him to make sure everything was ok.  He came home this morning, exhausted and already asking when we can do it again.  I was just informed that our house is boring without Jabari.  I'm so happy that he's got a good friend, but I dread the inevitable repeated requests to do it again, especially since it'll be our turn to host it next time.

And here's the face of a very exhausted boy:

Straight A's bitches.  All 3 quarters.  Math was touch and go for a minute.  He had a B on his interim, but then what do ya know?  He busted out a 100 on his last Math test.  I am so proud of him!

I spent a majority of the day outside with the kids and took tons of pics of the kids.  What can I say, Spring makes me feel artsy fartsy.  Enjoy.

Today Sophie Hannibal Lectered some kids face because he was messing with her.  I walked into the daycare as the other mother was leaving with her son.  It was obvious the conversation was tense, and she was mad.  She kept referring to Sophie as "the other person," which I thought was weird.  I know that they aren't supposed to tell the parents which baby assaulted their children, but I would have expected her to refer to Sophie as "the other baby", or "child", something along those lines.  "The other person" sounds too close to "defendant", "accused", or "perpetrator". 

Anyway, I was told that the little boy constantly messes with Sophie.  He has grabbed her by the neck, pushed her down, and I'm pretty sure he's the kid that bit her about a month ago.  So, it's tit for tat.  I guess it's because it's my 3rd kid, but I know it probably won't be the last time she bites, and I also know that she'll be bitten again.  It's no big deal, really.

Of course she did bite that kid's face...twice.  And I had the red-eye reduction on when I took this picture.  I'm just saying.

8 years ago, our lives totally changed.  At 9:24 am, a bouncing baby boy came rushing into our world, 3 weeks early mind you, and we became a family.  My labor was short but excrutiating, the part where I wasn't drugged, that is, but I still remember the first thought I had when looking at him for the first time.  I instantly fell in love and knew that I was meant to be a mom.

A baby no more, he's grown into a smart, intelligent sensitive boy who I am incredibly lucky to parent. 

He celebrated his birthday today, first at school with his friends.  He received numerous handmade cards from classmates as well as some little girl's phone number.  That's right- some little hussy wanted to talk to my baby on his birthday, so she gave him her number. Tramp.

After school we went to his favorite restaurant, San Jose.  Wesley wanted it to be special so he asked if they do anything for birthdays.  The next thing you know, there's a small flan sitting in front of him. I don't know if you've ever seen flan up close, but it's basically a jiggly chunk of pudding covered in syrup.  I felt so bad that the waiter was so accommodating that I actually took a bite.  I suppressed my initial urge to gag due to the texture being semi-jelllo-like and actually enjoyed the flavor.  Trevor, however, did not, but in true Trevor fashion, when the waiter asked if he liked it, he replied with a simple, "yes,sir" because he "didn't want him to be disappointed."  I love this child.

We had milkshakes and cake, and we gave him a present- a netbook.  Sounds pricey for an 8-year-old, but he's earned it.

This is Victoria's racecar driving debut.  Impressed, no?

    My oldest is turning 8 soon (more on that Tuesday), and we celebrated by going to Frankie's Fun Park with 2 of his friends.  A fun time was had by all, but I was quickly reminded why I'm glad to only have one boy.  After the day was done, I took a nap when we came home yesterday and this afternoon, Wesley fell asleep at about 9:30, Sophie slept for 13 hours straight, and Trevor and Victoria slept for 11, even with Daylight Savings Time.