Stream of Conciousness

I'd like to share with you a Gavin stream of consciousness, as documented by Erika, our guardian angel of babysitters.  This was recorded while driving with him in the car.  For some clarifications, I would like to point out that 1. We are not getting a new car right now. 2. We call our minivan the Swagger Wagon, because we're geeky like that, and  3. "roller" refers to a steam roller.  Okay, here we go:

"That's a lot of cars.  Cars a made in car factories.  Some factories make plastic pipes.  Plastic pipes yep that's right.  Daddy's going to get a new car.  It's going to be blue.  Light blue. And sparkly.  Cooler than the swagger wagon.  That's a roller.  I think it's for sale.  Not for me though.  When I get big I'm gonna have a big red tractor toy.  They make it in the factory.  And I can't have two cakes.  Mommy says.  So I am having one and it's going to be Lightning McQueen. I'm going to be four.  That's where I live.  Erika. Erika. Erika. Erika!  You just missed the road where I live.  Hmmmmm snow.  You have snow on your car.  Careful it's icy.  Just a little bit. What's for snack? Don't forget Ani!"  And scene.

This week I abandoned Ry and the kids, and I went to a conference in Pensacola, FL.  At the Margaritaville hotel.  It was tough.  Ryan was SuperDad with the kids.  He ended up staying home with the kids on Wednesday because of pink eye, but they went to Erika's house the next day, and my parents rescued him several times for dinner without asking, because Ryan would always say no.  Annah apparently does a mean impression of Baba (my father), following him around the house with her hands behind her back.  But I got back today after a long flight delay and got to spend some time with the kids.  Ani is now riding Gav's old trike, and Gavin taught me how to play soccer-volleyball-bike, which involves hitting your ball around with your bike before the other person can do the same thing.  I'm pretty sure we are looking at the newest Olympic sport here people.  It's going to be huge.

Pics this week contrast the snow from a mere week ago with the last pic of Gavin, playing outside today in short sleeves.  Of course with my legendary mothering skills, the kids weren't wearing sufficient winter clothing when there was snow, so I guess the short sleeves shouldn't mean very much.