No Me and the Visible Friends

As our resident two year old and third child, Cedar has lately become much better about letting us know her every desire.  This consists mostly of loud declarations of no me.  No me!  Meaning, I would like to put on my shoes, even though it takes a painstaking 10 minutes and we are already late.  I would like to buckle my own car seat, even though I actually can't, but noooooo meeeeee (insert stiff as a board pose).  No me!  I can pour that full two gallon bottle of juice into a tiny cup.  Sigh.  This is such a cute age, except for the completely incompetent independence thing. 

My favorite thing about no me though, is its lesser used other meaning.  This is when Molly or Porter gets in trouble, and Cedar sidles up quietly.  She puts on her cute face and sing songs no meeeee.

Also, Molly has lately invented a troupe of imaginary friends.  This morning they were lined up 14 deep outside the front door waiting to play with her.  Or so I hear.  She calls them her visible friends.  Which amusingly drives Porter totally insane.  He keeps telling her, don't you get it?  That means you can see them!  To which Molly gives him a blank stare and carries on.  I'm all for friends.  Visible or not.

More Updates

Another series of updates in which I quit feeling guilty about not blogging.

We had a wonderful visit from Grandma Allison.  We ate too much pizza, but also hiked up a mountain.  And she took some pictures of us as a family, which never happens.

Also, Cedar was cute.

I ran in the Klondike Road Relay race.  It was exhausting and amazingly fun, and I took a two night trip out of town with only grown ups.  Woot.

Bryce and Porter are commercial salmon fishing with a friend right now, which is a male bonding experience that I'm so glad Porter gets to have.  Bryce was a commercial fisherman of a different sort back in the day, and even though this is a smaller (and safer!) kind of trip, it's a good one for them to be on.

With the boys out of town, Molly had a sleep-over with her best friend Kate.  They are four.  They didn't sleep.  I got kind of cranky about it.  But they were cute.

We just went through the post sleep-over day of hell and crying and hour long tantrums over I want to zip up the pajamas.  No you do it.  Nooooooooo.  And the house is quiet and I'm all alone.  And I'm out.  Peace.