Hidily-ho, bloggareenos. Just got back from Calvin's birthday party, which mostly involved me playing 60s songs like "Little Old Lady From Pasadena" and "I Got You Babe" on the piano with Alyssa accompanying on her flute and Calvin supplying the vocals. Oh man, always good times when you get the three of us together.
Besides that, we've mostly just been working lately, although there has been the occasional outing--Alyssa's work picnic (featuring a guest appearance by the unfortunately named "Puddles the Make-a-Wish Duck"), Alyssa's parents' ward's yearly pizza- and brownie-intensive pool party (at which I must have gone down the slide with sundry nieces and nephews a grand total of fifteen times), and a showing of The Music Man at a theater in Bountiful. And just yesterday we went to the Tracy Aviary with Laura, Eric, Sayuri, and various chillens and saw enough birds to provide Thanksgiving dinner for the entire population of Sri Lanka. Mmm, birds. (Except, of course, for the bird that eats poisonous berries and stores the poison in its skin so that if you eat it you die. Ain't nature great?)
So Alyssa's last day at Children's Academy will be this upcoming Thursday. She's decided she isn't such a great fit there (honestly, I can't imagine anyone better at putting up with children's gimshee than Alyssa, but the work seems to stress her out a lot) and is now thinking of getting more flute students and maybe looking for other part-time work. I think she'll do great in whatever she decides to do. Go baby go!
By the way, I was flipping through the dictionary the other day and came upon a word that I'm going to have to start using in my everyday conversation; otherwise my life will have been an utter waste. (Just kidding.) The word is "succedaneum." Pronunciation, sucks-a-day-nee-um. It means "substitute." I'm trying to get Alyssa to use it at the daycare before her time there is through: "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Green and I'm going to be your succedaneum for the day." Oh, MAN, that would be great. You know what would make it even funnier? If she wore a REALLY CRAZY HAT. Hoo hoo, I think I would just DIE.
This started out as pizza, but due to circumstances that were in NO WAY Alyssa's fault, what we ended up with was a "Pizza Splat." It was actually pretty good.
Isn't this lemon tomato from our garden lovely? Not a blemish on it. I just had to take a picture before it was sacrificed to the God of Calvin.
Trey braving the "water squirter thingy" at Liberty Park.
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This message is from Justin, but I Lanae am his succedaneum for the evening. Hopefully Alyssa will find peace in her new work/change of pace that will eventually aggrandize you both. PS It only took us 15 minutes to find a word that fit perfectly in our comment to you, The Elite.
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