Joaquin and Kohl share a room...and more

So last week we finally moved Joaquin to Kohl's room. Soon after I put Joaquin in his crib he started crying for no good reason. Kohl quickly objected to his cry saying, "There is no crying in my room! Mom, Joaquin in crying too loud.... take him... he wants to go back to your room."
They have happily shared a room for over a week now and Kohl, who sleeps like a rock, still loves him:-) I did offer Kohl to sleep in the yard.

Another one...Kohl can you take the garbage out?
K: Why do I have to? I don't want to?
Me: I made food for you this morning. I did the dishes after you ate. I help you with your bath every night. I do things for you so you need to do things to help me.
K: OK

So now when he objects to anything I say, "I help you, you help me" and that solves it.

oh no, the rite of passage question... Sat. Oct. 11 at 11:13am
K: Mom, is Santa Claus real?
M: What do you think Kohl?
he sounds really worried...
K: Yes (pauses for a minute...giggles)
No
That is where it ended. Thankfully Nana totally pretended it didn't even happen. She fixed her eyes on me the entire time and refused to get into the argument. I am sure the issue will revisit soon.

Caption Contest!!!

I don't know what to call this...all I can do is laugh.

Pearl Harbor

On Friday we were fortunate to have a VIP tour of the USS Missouri. We got to see lots of interesting things and the kids got to sample a few.


A little small...and there were even tighter arrangements.

This was in the Captain's Living area. Now the Captain had quite the suite and no one was allowed to come up to his floor unless invited by him. You can see what an honor it was for Nana to sit in his chair. She is clearly rising to the occasion.

At the beach in Waikiki...what could go wrong?

Spencer had a meeting and left us by the beach to have some fun.

Let's just say that the kids had fun.

They had so much fun they got hungry...

I am tired of having fun! Are you going to feed me some hot food? With her classic "do you hear me?" face.
This turned out to be the worst day I had in Hawaii.

As I mentioned, Spencer had some meetings one evening and so he thought it would be a good idea to find a nice beach in Waikiki, spend a few hours together and then leave me and the kids there while he went to his meetings. He'd be back in a couple hours...seemed like a good plan right? Well, the fun lasted for about 45 minutes after he left and I just figured I had to hold it together for a bit longer until he got back. It was torture!!! The kids didn't care to swim because I wasn't swimming, so they played in the grass for some time and then it started raining. That was the beginning of the end.

Meanwhile, Spencer thought we were all having a "blast" and because I didn't pick up the phone (my phone was dead (classic Irene right?)) he decided to run a few errands. Dead phone, no cash and all I wanted to do was call to tell him how miserable I was and to come pick me up...RIGHT NOW...PICK ME UP NOW!!

We waited...and waited...and waited...hanging out with the homeless...in the rain...in Waikiki.

Rain stops, kids are tired and hungry and of course they ask me for food. I told them I didn't have anything to pay with so Kohl turns and pointing says, "Look, they are getting food, see?" Apparently there was a line formed in front of a van that was feeding the homeless. It was hard to know what was going on because the line was mostly tourists, too cheap to pay for a meal.
The menu was pasta, split-pea soup, and ciabatta bread and the kids would NOT stop asking me go there. I didn't let them line up, but I did let them grab a bun from the table. They wouldn't stop asking!!...so embarrassing!!!! Stealing left-overs from the homeless. Wish I had a picture to show you, but clearly Joaquin was hanging around my neck and I was too..."upset"... to take a picture.