So it's already May, the boys are out of school and it is already so hot that I am suffering in the house and if I wasn't so stubborn I would put on the AC. We have had a good spring, went to Panama with the Lavelle family for my mom's 65th birthday. I didn't expect much, you don't hear of people going to Panama often, but 8it's always those times when you have the most fun. But it was a really funky place that was very calm and beautiful. Lots of water taxis, oversize star fish and slow food service, just the sort of thing you need on vacation.
Joel's parents came for 2 weeks to visit. That was nice too, it's always fun to have something different going on and the kid-kadoos get very excited to run downstairs and wake them up in the morning.
I cut Oliver's hair. It was really long and in a mullet style. I really don't know why I find it hard to do that first haircut. He was 26 months when I sat him outside with a Popsicle and chopped his locks off with some kitchen scissors (it looks surprisingly good all thing considered). Sam still likes to wear dress up clothes most of the time although it seems like we've moved on from Peter Pan to Robin Hood, they wear the same thing though except one has a belt. Sam is desperate to take upright bass lessons. It's sort of the dilemma of the moment. I have found a teacher and an instrument (they don't make mini double basses, I guess there is not a lot of demand for them) that I would have to go and get in Maryland. The thing is, he's 4 - how much can he practice with this instrument and can he take care of it? He has been unwavering on his wanting to play the bass. He will take Joel's guitar, which is full size, stand it upright and grab a chopstick from the drawer and pretend that he is using tat a s a bow and play the bass. We shall see what becomes of this, it is sort of a commitment since you have to rent the instrument and everything, we're trying to work it out. I really admire his creativity though.
Oliver is speaking a lot, you sort have to be around him all the time to understand what he's saying. So far his clearest sentence has been, "No, Mammy (Sam) is shoo shoo head!" It's about time he started sticking up for himself. I suppose you can only be called a shoo shoo head so much before you lose it.