rutherford & lewis

if gary and i could ever be rich inventing family-friendly homes/decor/toys, that would be our label, i think. we call lijah rutherford, partly because gary always sings "ruka tuk tuk" to him, and also because to me he looks like a stern, stuffy teddy bear when he's dressed up. and of course there's lucia/luci/louie/lewis. i've said this before - they're growing so fast.

we got the keyboard out for lijah, who seems to be really interested in music. there i was, in awe of him hitting the drum pads, mixing the beats up from salsa to dixie, future brian mcknight-esque imagery occupying my brain. he suddenly stopped to try to bite the adaptor cord instead.

then there's luci whom i overheard saying, "my name is lucia marie guevara and i'm three years old and i have to go poop in my potty." she had her first day of ballet class yesterday. we coached her to be good and mind her teacher. she was so pretty, wearing a lavender leotard with ruffles, matching hair ribbons, pink tights and shoes. i kept expecting her to bust out of the classroom, howling, clinging to our legs. instead she was the first one in and the last one out.

i also played hookey on gary's birthday this past wednesday. i had to get super creative to call in sick, since people at work knew it was his birthday. so i used the favorite all-time scapegoat: diarrhea. i made up a story about going out to celebrate at a mexican dive, then getting food poisoning. the day after i purposefully wore black and aimed to look a tiny bit disheveled. they said, "oh honey, you should have stayed home today too!" it was so wonderful, getting coffee and bagels for breakfast, going shopping and bowling, baskin robbins... it was like... post-college.