I have no real reason to post this video of my kids singing Happy Birthday to their Grandpa. It is a pure fluff piece, but to me it is such a perfect snapshot of each kid's spirit (at least, what their spirits are right now).
Emi is the consummate performer running the show. She doesn't let Grandpa's polite smalltalk derail things, she has a specific script in her mind and she's going to STICK TO IT. Of course, she doesn't show any diva antics on-camera, perish the thought! And Isaac is once again dragged into doing something he feels uncomfortable about, but does it anyway, but with a little bit of grumbling and obsessive futzing-with-a piece-of-plastic-hanging-on-a-string thrown in just in case you didn't get the memo that he doesn't feel great doing this. But he's doing it, are you HAPPY, Mom???
And of course, I adore them both, just the way they are, right now, but that doesn't stop me from chuckling at them and their antics. So here it is, a real Mang moment of zen:
Oh, and in case you're wondering, our chicks are doing great! Our original Araucana perished, but her replacement is much more robust. They're practicing their scratch-and-peck skills as I type, as well as running around the box with their wings up. I think they're trying to fly the coop! Anyway, I think I will name them for real when they are at a relatively stable point, when I'm not afraid they're just going to keel over any second, but for now their working names are:
I hope you have a fantabulous 4th of July weekend!
PS: My weight loss has slowed, but I'm down 16 pounds! I am now at my breastfeeding-Emi weight. 10 pounds more and I'll be at pre-Isaac-pregnancy weight, then 20 pounds after that I'll be at college weight. Egads, that sounds like a long way to go. But I'm still low-carb, my blood sugar is almost normal, and I feel pretty good.