Aunt Becky came to visit in May, braving the bugs and the heat to visit her nieces and nephews. Thank you, Becky!
Everyone's in the baby bath. . .except the baby.
Dopey
Logan likes to climb up the stool and watch me make dinner.
Training him young.
Jocelynne left her bike on one of these sidewalks in the park and a taxi ran it over. Yes, the taxi was driving on the sidewalk.
Hennia loves Logan, and vice versa. He now cries and stretches his arms out after her when she leaves. Traitor. Does SHE wake up at 2 AM to nurse the baby?
Joss reflects all of our sentiments as we navigated the Immigration Center in San Jose two weeks ago. The numbers: 9 months of collecting and filling out paperwork, $900 in fees, 8 hours commute time, 5 hours waiting in line with 4 children, and the net result: 6 visas. We are now legal!
Landon and I returned to San Jose the next week and got our driver's licenses. It was another rigmarole that involved a blood test, a doctor's examination, paying at a nearby bank, and waiting in line at DMV windows 4 times. The guards, seeing Logan strapped to my chest, ushered me to the front of the line while holding Landon back. I explained that I'd have to wait for my husband after I got my license anyway, so I may as well wait with him in line. They shook their heads and sternly suggested I cut to the front. I did as they desired, and cut to the front of every line. I had my license in under 2 hours! Then I got to wait in the lines again with Landon while Logan toddled around and made mischief, screeching and pulling leaves off of the plants.
2 comments:
All right! No more driving your sweet van around illegally. How do you feel about training your children to be bird nerds?
You know what you should have done when you were finished getting your license -- gone outside and sat under the shade while Landon stood in line with Logan strapped to him -- they might have started shoving him to the front of the lines.
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