Meet the burmese python. Kids (lots of kids have met this snake) always ask John what its name is, and he always says that he didn’t name it because it won’t come when it’s called. I have had dreams of this snake breaking out of its cage, chasing me down the hall to my bedroom, and then after I’m safe inside, I see that it is hitting the door so hard it’s bending in the middle. SKA-AIR-IEEE
Here are photos from Lexy’s birthday hike, which was probably the best kid’s party I’ve ever put on. John took the kids and a few adults on a hike while I sat on my ass talking to my cousin and his girlfriend and ate this great sweet, salty, nut trail mix thing from trader joe’s. Nate saw a snake, which John caught, and they checked out some bullfrogs, and a Jerusalem cricket. I didn’t get a photo of the party favors, which were made of 16 different colored bandannas, each tied around a ziplock bag of trail mix (heavy on the chocolate chips), a tiny compass, and a little harmonica. I put them all in a big shallow basket. I felt like Martha, just for a moment. Lots of the kids tied theirs to sticks, and walked around like tiny hobos who shop at gaaap kidz. When you see the pictures of my kids, keep in mind that I am very ashamed to have unintentionally created a sort of free ad for that store and the more affordable Oldde Navie. It’s just what was clean, and in Willow’s case, what was warmest that fit. Thank the universe that people actually listened when I said to get him books! He got tons of them and a totally space age book light from my mom. (hint to Mom: christmas + me = booklight!) He has been out of my hair ever since. He got lots of cool toys, too.