The week ahead

Except cross over resume and replace it with transcribing (from Creative Juices for Decor).


PS. While piddling with this post, my two boys covered the whole kitchen with a fine layer of turmeric ... they were smelling spices .... this is just to reaffirm my character.

How they became pirates

Once upon a time there were Three Little Rascals who loved to wonder on the streets of their village. They loved to poke their noses into the bakers and smell the fresh bread, feed the hungry ducks and chickens, throw rocks in the pond or sneak into the toy store to play with trains. Most of all, they loved to climb and swing and play in the grass. But the Magical Garden where they always did that was guarded by the Vicious Gray Rooster. He was a big and strong bird who walked back and forth at the entrance and stared scarily at the people passing by. The Three Little Rascals were brave, braver than the last time they were trying to enter the Magical Garden. They waited for the right moment and sneaked in behind the watchful eyes. But the Vicious Rooster noticed and he started to chase them.

The Three Rascals run as fast as they could when one of them spotted an anchored ship. They quickly climbed up the stairs and found safety on deck.

The Vicious Rooster jumped and hopped and struggled to get up, but he couldn't. The Three Rascals friendlily waved bye to the guard of the Magical Garden and set sail.

The oldest Rascal assumed her position at the wheel and became the Captain. Only once they were at open sea they realized that they were on a pirate ship.

They cheered happily because they knew that pirates don't have to brush their teeth, eat their broccoli or make their beds every morning. They wanted to be pirates forever.

But then the Captain noticed a person on shore ... in a distance a set of waving arms. "Oh no, our Momma! We did not say goodbye! She does not even know where we are going!" She quickly ordered her officers to turn the ship around and to return to shore.

It took hard work from both officers, but they managed to anchor the ship and could not wait to have their Momma's loving arms around them. They promised never to go anywhere without letting her know. That night they all ate their broccoli, brushed their teeth without complaining and snuggled up into their little beds. They had an adventurous day but they were grateful to be home after all .... maybe one day they set sail again ... one day.

You can't bite fashion legs

Oh, the joys of having children ... and having funny ones. I often feel ignorant when people talk about television shows and reality shows and all those things that you can learn through the media. But I don't watch TV ... I watch my children. Usually while I am doing the dishes and they are working off their after dinner energy rush. I love to watch the games they come up with or when they tickle each other and their giggles even make me laugh. A few nights ago, however, I graduated into a full time participant of the evening festivities. Lutza made me sit on the couch, she set the lights and told me to wait until she returned. Few minutes later this is what I see ... high-heels, hair down, lip-gloss and her purse ... LuLu is walking down the stairs and across the living room giving us a fashion show. There were many more outfits coming after this one ... each walk executed with charm and invested with all she got. Don't ask me where she got the whole idea or how does she know how to walk like she is on the runway ... but she was really good.

Of course I had to ask her to give me a kiss 'before she grows up and goes away to college' ... which led to spotting a really good bite on her leg ... just over the knee. So I took it!!! While she giggled she said: 'mommy, you can't bite fashion legs, you can't!!!' Oh, yes I can and I will bite those legs until she lets me!!

And just to wrap up the night, the children experimented with some goofy alien looks.