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heard on the street

"I call you Mama now but you used to be called Amber, right? "

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now and then

Lucy, age 4, and Shaggy as a child

let's sing the praises of the great, white, shark

On Saturday we went to OMSI to watch a movie about riddles and sharks put on by a sister-brother team from Portland that writes books and makes movies and dresses up as pirates and sings songs, and stuff like that. We saw them first at the library last week, in a room with an audience of about 6 children and their parents, which made me once again realize what a crazy fabulous library system Portland has.

So they were previewing their next movie at OMSI, on the new gigantic (maybe 4 stories high?) movie screen there, and it was fun. They have some very catchy music.

Even if you don't have kids, this trailer is worth watching just to hear part of one of the songs (it starts at about the 1-minute  mark).

Seals and sea lions hate to be eaten
But if it ever happens at least we know the reason:
We're made of blubber.
And the sharks are blubber lovers.

At this event, there was a little craft table after where you could get shark tattoos and make shark hats, and Lucy made a hat but she didn't want to wear it, but Oscar TOTALLY wanted to wear it and basically hasn't taken it off since. It used to be that when he patted his head he wanted his hood up, but now when he pats his head he wants you to find his shark hat. He has not left the house without it since Saturday, and he likes to wear it indoors as well if the thought occurs to him.

Every day it is more and more crumpled, but basically the cutest thing ever.

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twenty-one months

Dear Oscar,

You are getting older, you want to do everything by yourself. It takes awhile. You must unzip your own pajamas, you must find your toes hiding in your pant legs and pull them up over the hump of your diaper ALL BY YOURSELF. You are so proud.

You eat your tacos in taco-form, no longer meat and beans on a plate like your sister but wrapped up in a tiny tortilla, held together by sour cream. You ate four tacos in this way the other night, the same number as me.

You are so sweet and loving, you have endless hugs and kisses and pats for all of us. You got a new lovey for Christmas, a tiny soft lion with a silky mane, and you loved it immediately. You make the lion give everyone kisses, including the elephant heads on the living room lamp. You love to make Lion ride on one of our many stuffed giraffes, and you laugh. You take Lion everywhere, even outside the house where we never let Lucy take her lamb, and when you are looking for lion you make a shape with your mouth that is like saying "la la la" without any sound. We all know exactly what you mean.

You use your teeth when you don't get your way quickly enough. You've bitten Lucy and Teagan and me and Daddy, and you tried to bite Luca but I caught you because now we know what to look for.

We were playing the other day when Lucy observed: "You know, Oscar is a little bit savage."

Just a little bit, my boy, just a little bit.

Love,
Your mama

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heard on the street

"Don't judge a sausage by its mustard."

-Lucy, in the kitchen, while I served up sausages for dinner