We're a tiny bit obsessed with
Tangled. As in, sing the songs, dress up like Rapunzel, and talk about it 20+ times a day. We've seen the movie twice and CAN'T WAIT till it comes out on Blu-Ray. I can attest to the love, as I sing "I See the Light" all day, including in my head while I'm sleeping! Eugene Fitzherbert a.k.a. Flynn Rider is my
favorite.
"So! Hey can I ask you something? Is there any chance that I'm going to get super strength in my hand? Because I'm not going to lie, that would be stupendous. I mean, because here's the thing. Superhuman good looks, I've always had them. Born with it. But superhuman strength, can you imagine the possibilities of this?"
"You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. Really let that seep in. What are you getting? Because to me, that's part man-smell, and the other part is really bad man-smell. I don't know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?"
Thug: That's a lot of hair.
Flynn: "She's growing it out. Is that blood in your mustache?
Goldie look at this. Good sir that's a lot of blood!"
Dinnertime with Tessa has turned into a labor
of love. The other night I was fed up with trying to help her eat; I turned to Cory and said, under my breath, "
I hate sitting next to her."
She then looked at me, cocked her head to the side, and said, "I'm the baby . . . gotta yuv me!"
Then, yesterday I realized that I say a certain phrase a little to often, when she said this as she was trying to open her purse and it got stuck. "Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me!"
Emory is so crazy. I don't know what to do with her. We been having amazing weather and went on a bike ride into town on Saturday. It was a little longer than usual, and near the end Emory started acting weird and withdrawn. I asked what was wrong, and she said her bottom was hurting. She didn't complain or say anything else until we got home. "My bottom is sore!" I explained that sometimes that happens when you ride for a while. Skip to last night getting into the tub. She was getting into the tub and I couldn't help but notice two sores on her cute naked tushie. I cannot believe she didn't say more, they look awful! I then had to explain, bruised bottom = deal with it,
OPEN WOUNDS = tell mom and dad.
For the First Day of Chinese New Year we took a wee trip up north with some of our favorite friends. We went to the Lan Su Chinese Garden. The girls LOVED it! It is really cool - right in the middle of downtown, just a square block of beautiful garden. 
This tree had a gazillion buds just getting ready to bloom. 
They had fun activities like lantern making, bookmark making, mahjong playing, and the like.
The girls kept saying that it was the most beautiful place they'd been. We also found out Emory is a Rooster, Tessa is a Pig, and I'm a Dog.
Then there was a classic Lion Dance, that had all of us mesmerized, until Tessa thought he was coming in for the kill. "HELP!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. 
I gave the girls the option of staying for the Dragon Dance or heading down the street to VooDoo . . . "duh, mom!" It was a gorgeous day (just like most days around here lately) and I'm finally feeling proficient in navigating around Portland and it's "weirdness".
