May Be May, May Be Not

I thought it was May 1st today, but apparently it's April 1st, cause boy have I been made a fool by mother nature! This is what I woke up to:

After risking life and limb getting Saylor to school on roads that should know better than to be slick in stinkin' MAY, I was pleased to find my two youngest children ready and willing to have their pictures taken, although the exact location was not debatable for Sylas...smack dab in front of the bane of my existence - that hideous (but VERY comfy) beast of a couch. I can't even begin to tell you how hard it is to scrapbook pictures when almost all of them have that THING clashing away in the background (hmmm...should I use navy or red card stock this time?"). But hey, I'll take what I can get (of both pictures and furniture). I even got some good stuff on video - and if you know Sy, you know how rare and exciting that really is! Here's the evolution of a kiss:



Sy has a thing for wearing a tie. He hands it to me every morning and says, "Huh?," which means, "Will you please help me put this on, for I sense that I am really going to need to help myself in the respectability department, cause in the last 19 months you people have not proven satisfactory in that area." He loads up his "briefcase" (a black box that usually houses free weights) with all the pluggies (that's Shuman for pacifiers) he can find, gives me a kiss ("mmmmmmmmuh") and a wave goodbye (as seen in photo), and off he goes into the playroom, soon to return for another round of the "going to work" game.

Samera, on the other hand, just likes to sniff things. She is the most olfactory-sensitive child I have ever seen. She is always the first to detect any new odor. When she was born her nose was squished flat because she had spent a lot of time pressed up against something (uterus maybe?), and I am convinced that she was there by choice, just sniffing away. She has a "mimi" (it used to be a really cute pink and white blanket, but is now reduced to the string-like, gray, nasty thing you see in the photo) that she'll sniff 'til she almost passes out. It's what I imagine a cocaine addict looks like: short snorts, followed by a few long sniffs, ending in a look of pure satisfaction and bliss. Today I took a bunch of pictures of her sniffing said mimi, and after I finished, and she finished sniffing (between which there was quite an expansive gap), she exclaimed, "That was FUN!!" I'm sure it was. What could be more fun than being asked to indulge in your favorite (but certainly not your only) odd behavior?

Poor Saylor had to be in school and missed all the fun, so I'll add a picture of her from last week. Her poor teeth wouldn't quit bleeding, so the Dr. said to apply tea bags. This is the end result. I know, my poor kids - I take pictures of their misery. Someday she'll laugh...but only after extensive therapy.