It's raining!

We've gotten 2/10 of an inch of precip. this year, so rain is a big deal. Coming from Kansas, where spring means rain, and thunderstorms, and tornado sirens going off, I had no idea that I would miss it so much. I really do. We all do. We'd only been here a little while when Isabella burst out, "IT'S TOO SUNNY! Why is it always sunny!?" You would think always sunny would be wonderful, right? It gets boring.
Spring in New Mexico means wind. The kind of wind we would equate with tornado weather, but no rain. It just blows sand. They cancelled the first 3 concerts in the park because of wind. How crazy is that?
So, this background might make you appreciate just how excited we were when the first drops started coming down. It sprinkled for about 5 minutes, but we were all jumping around in the backyard like idiots shouting "IT'S RAINING!!" We had dinner, went on a walk, and the rain came again! Isabella had this tiny little umbrella that she and Annika were trying to crouch under and Annika kept singing "Rain rain, go away," which made Isabella shriek, "No! Don't go away!" I don' t think she really wanted it to go away, she just doesn't know any other songs with the word "rain" in them.
We passed a little boy who had lost his lucky penny, and Bella decided that was what made it rain, which was really funny because everytime it would stop, she'd yell "I hope he loses his penny again!!"
So, it rained a total of 15 minutes, and there were 3 or 4 claps of thunder, and the Vermooten family went crazy. That's about par for the course, wouldn't you say?

Annnnnnnnnnnd to make things even more fun...

Isabella has a fever now, too. Boo. And I popped my hip out teaching hip hop class, so I'm hobbling around. And my nose is froze, and my tail's froze....

Another weekend, another fever

For the second weekend in a row, one of my babies has a fever. Last weekend, Isabella's fever was 103-104 most of the weekend. Today, Annika's fever is just over 102. Which means we're hanging out at home. Again. I really hope that it's just a one day thing, because I'm already still a little stir crazy still from last weekend!
Do you ever look at your kids and your heart just hurts with love? I'm amazed at how fast things go, and while I know that if Annika acted like a 3 year old forever, that would mean something was terribly wrong, but I just love them being little.
We went to Explora yesterday, which is the kids' science museum in Albuquerque. We bought a family pass a couple of months ago, which was a great deal because it pays for itself in just four visits. Annika insisted on wearing her monkey backpack with the leash, and it just cracks me up that she loves to wear that thing. If we had one of those for Isabella at that age? She probably would have found a way to burn it.
Isabella loves science and experiments and all that stuff. She and the neighbor boy prowl around the backyard, examining insects of all sorts and digging in the ground for fossils. Her favorite show is Fetch with Ruff Ruffman, which is a game show with kids and a cartoon dog. The dog sends them on all kind of adventures, most of which are learning excercises about physics, or lasers, cooking, or whatever. So, as you can imagine, Explora is right up her alley. Yesterday, she had the microscope out examing all kinds of dead bugs and particles, which somehow seguewayed into her holding a live stick bug while examing it with a magnifying glass. I was pretty freaked out by it. I certainly wasn't going to hold it, but she did, and emboldened by her sister, so did Annika! I wish I had it on camera. She kept giggling and saying that it tickled. Amazing, no?

Annika repeats the last few words of anything you say, which is pretty funny. She says it in this deep little voice, so it's like an echo around here all the time. She's such a precious little thing. Easy going, giggly, sweet. It's hard to remember that when she crosses her arms and pouts, that laughing is not the appropriate response. Making her do it again so that her dad can see? Even less appropriate. (Not that I've ever done that).

Cross your fingers that Annika is better tomorrow. I don't think I can face another day of All Dora, All Day.

A little P.S.

After dance class, we met David at Chick-fil-A for family night, and the girls played in their playplace for almost 2 hours. Annika even ate chicken nuggets! It was a June Miracle. She doesn't ever eat meat, and half the time I have to shove ice cream in her mouth to remind her she likes it. She's my little vegetarian. She'll eat an entire freezer bag of broccoli and half a can of green beans, but she'll never touch the meat. At McDonald's, I get two happy meals for the 3 of us. She eats the french fries and gets the toy, and I eat her chicken nuggets. However, Chick-fil-A nuggets are nothing like McDonald's. They appear to be actual chicken. They're fried in peanut oil, so I haven't had any, but they look good.
I wanted to go home a long time before we did, but Bella was playing a very complex game with some other kids, so I didn't make her leave until they did. We're exhausted.
Next time she complains that we never do anything fun, I'm going to remind her of the Day we Played and tell her to hush.

Yay! Look at me, I'm cool!

I remembered the password to my blogspot account, which is crucial to the next step of posting things! I'm really going to try to put pictures up. Or talk someone else into doing it.
Summer is fun. It's hot, but not humid, which means the mornings and evenings aren't too bad. You don't sweat and feel sticky all the time, which is nice, but hot is hot.

We've been going to the park every day for lunch with friends. Today we went to the park for two hours, went to McDonald's for 2 hours, and now we're going to dance class. David's going to be surprised when there's no dinner ready because we played too much today.

It's a bittersweet day. Annika has stopped calling Isabella "RaRa" and moved onto calling her Isabella. She says it so sweetly, with a little lisp, so it sounds like IsaBEYa, but I miss RaRa.