It’s been a week since Christopher and Arthur left. I got an e-mail asking for my new address, so I presume they got home safely. It was a treat having them here. The kids demonstrably loved each other and Christopher cooked dinner every night.

Here’s a pictorial post of the fun and trouble cousins can get into together.

I missed it last year. We weren’t quite yet in Eugene. So I was committed to going this year. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find anyone to go with me.

Not one to ever let going on my own stop me from doing anything, I dressed everyone in their tie-dyed best and hopped over to Safeway on Sunday morning to buy my ticket. Then off to downtown Eugene with Duncan and Berry to catch the bus.

I didn’t have high hopes of seeing much of the fair. I just wanted to *go* and see what it was like.

It was hot. And a bit dusty. I’d been warned about that. But it was also shady, with winding paths between booths and trees. Of all the random fairs I’ve been to, this appeared to be the best organized and most pleasant.

I’d been warned about the naked body-painted people running about. But didn’t run into any. Probably because we spend almost all our time in the children’s area. Where we made sun hats. Like these:

And checked out a cool, giant kaleidoscope:

And a jungle gym in the kiddie playground:

Finally, when the heat was too much (mostly for me), we wandered over to the bus stop and caught a blissfully air-conditioned LTD bus back into town. Duncan amused himself taking endless narrated videos of the trip and Berry fell asleep on my lap.

It was also the first time I attempted to do some organized party games. That went mostly OK – with most guests participating, at least to some extent. Given that the birthday party theme was officially Dora (and pirate Dora at that), we did a Pin the Tail on Swiper game and then a Treasure Hunt game.

The great treasure at the end was a Dora birthday cake and ice cream.

I looked into cake pans shaped like Dora, but ultimately decided on a 2-layer round chocolate cake with strawberry jam filling. Drawing and filling in Dora’s head was about the most I could manage. Coming up with natural food colorings for her entire outfit seemed beyond my current capabilities. So I made a Dora cake. And then she was devoured, much like the Minnie Mouse cake last year.

Duncan made out like Swiper with all the Dora presents he got. There was a Dora mermaid (that you wind up so she swims around the bath), a little princess Dora, Dora clothes, a Dora bubble wand, a Dora ball and bat, a Dora keychain for his Dora backpack for school…

I hope he keeps liking Dora for a while. He’ll be bereft of clothing and toys if he ever breaks up with her.

The kids leave for Rochester on Monday for 3 weeks and Christopher and Arthur leave on Tuesday. Last Sunday we went to the Oregon Country Fair (pictures from that will be forthcoming soon). And I’m moving the chickens over to their new home at Adam’s today. Wish us luck with all of that.

The Foundation is always in need of good caregiver and patient photos and it’s hard to get them when people are in the hospital, sick and in need of care. It’s hardly the time you want to put a camera in someone’s face.

So, our wonderful photographer, Deborah, came along to capture some moments of visiting the pediatrician and getting xrays. Here are some of the out takes.

Waiting in the doctor’s office:

Poor baby in a splint:

Waiting for her x-ray:

Getting the x-ray:

And the prognosis? Her bone is healing well, but she still declares she has some pain when it’s touched, so we keep the splint on for another week. Then it comes off and we observe, while not letting her do crazy arm-related things, like batting practice and handstands. Wish us luck on that one.

Last weekend we went to the Saturday market with Christopher and Arthur. I find getting disparate groups of people together at the same place and the same time to be challenging. But we managed to meet up at the library then walked over to the market for a bit.

Mostly we ate lunch, then bought a few veggies. The bag of snap peas was obliterated by munching small children by the time we got back to the car. (Darn, raw, organic, freshly-picked, local green vegetables. I MUST get them to stop eating those. I, on the other hand, was magnetically drawn into a gluten-free bakery where I found chewy chocolate cookies.)

This photo contains the most people looking in the right direction at one time:

At some point during the week (back when it still rained in Eugene), there was a lovely double rainbow which I captured through the car window:

Just thought I’d share.

Since then, it’s been consistently hot and sunny. Which, really, is fine. A few days of 90+ is fine, especially when I spend most of it in an over-air-conditioned office.

This weekend proves to be a busy one. It’s Duncan’s birthday party tomorrow afternoon. It’s supposed to be a Pirate Dora themed party, although we may only be able to pull off the Dora part. We will have a treasure hunt, at least, leading to the greatest booty of all — the Dora birthday cake. Which I have to make tonight.

On Sunday, we’re heading off to the Oregon Country Fair. I will try not to sell the kids to any gypsies.

And that’s my random update for the week.

One of the monkeys will have to learn to clime one-handed.

Yesterday afternoon, we got home and Duncan got on the computer to skype Kevin. Berry decided she wanted a rest in my bed, so she climbed on in. Apparently she then wanted to blow her nose, so she reached for the tissue box on the bedside table. And reached. And reached. And fell off the bed, bumping her arm on the way down.

From the wails, I knew something was wrong. I calmed her down and found out what happened and put ice on the swelling bump. She kept the ice on for a long time and didn’t move her arm much that night. I was worried. My mummy senses had perked up. Something didn’t feel right.

We showed the arm to EMT Daddy on the webcam for his diagnosis. He gave me some things to watch for and I kept an eye on her until bed time. She seemed mostly OK, but was reluctant to do certain things – like pull down her undies to go to the bathroom.

This morning she seemed fine, but still had less of a grip in her left hand when squeezing my fingers. She was using her hand and seemed in no pain. But I called the nurse line anyway. And one of my favorite pediatricians was free at 9 a.m. So off we went.

On the way, she handled her snack and drink as if nothing was wrong. I felt a bit foolish bringing her to the doctor. But I just had a hunch.

In the doctor’s office, she played with a wire and bead toy with no problem. No sign of distress or soreness. The swelling had gone and there was no bruising. It was tender in one spot.

We got sent for an x-ray. It involved quite a bit of waiting:

And revealed the cutest bones ever:

In this second one (taken from the side) you can see a bulge near her wrist. That’s a greenstick fracture. Apparently her bone bent, but didn’t break.

It showed more on the computer monitor (this is a pic from my cell phone).

This is the result:

It stays on for 3 weeks. Hopefully. And then we go back for another x-ray to make sure it’s healed OK.

That was our exciting foray into the first day of summer. Hope yours is better.

But another weekend is upon us. So here’s the recap from last weekend.

On Friday, I was greeted with these two loves looking out for me from the play structure:

We were going to go swimming, but I had a horrible migraine, so we kept it low-key.

Well, other than the new way to climb into the car:

On Saturday, there was jumping in the basement (when isn’t there?)

There was also a lot of fun with with a water slide in the front lawn:

On Sunday, for some reason, we became obsessed with hunting for snails in the garden. We found a lot of them. I seem to have an eagle eye for spotting snails.

The kids were excited (especially when I found two attached snails who were mating). And so was I. Snails = chicken protein source. Duncan didn’t like the idea at all, however, and protested my plan to put them in a container to take home and feed to the chickens. Putting them in a container was fine, though. So we did that part.

Later, we went home, and had dinner on the back porch. There was watermelon eating:

And then there was singing:

I presume they learned the first song — along with alternate lyrics — at school.

It turns out that Duncan was right about feeding the snails to the chickens. Mostly because the chickens ignored them. They munched a couple, but didn’t go after them with the hearty gusto I expected. It was disappointing. I never thought I’d watch a snail escape:

This weekend looks to be a quiet one. I’d like to make it to the library, but everyone is coming down with colds, so it’ll probably involve movie-marathons and lying around moaning (the kids, not me). No promises on when you’ll end up hearing about it, though.

Pre-weekend for some reason, Berry ended up with a pirate eye patch.

Given the current enjoyment of the pirate eye patch and it’s appearance on Dora, Berry and even Minnie Mouse, I’ve decided that Duncan’s birthday party will be a Pirate Dora party. I found Pirate Dora invitations (online, free) which clinched the deal.

On Saturday, I took the kids to a park by the river (which we refer to as River Park, whether or not that’s its actual name. There was lots of playing and only one scraped knee. Unfortunately, my phone battery died shortly after arriving so I couldn’t capture much of Berry in her blue leopard print polyester dress. If anyone can pull that off, she can.

Duncan really enjoyed figuring out how this sand wheel worked.

Sunday afternoon turned warm and sunny, so the kids took advantage of the weather to run around in swimsuits and underwear.

This is what happens when you ask Berry to pose for the camera.

Finally, one of our projects over the weekend was to make house rules posters – for Adam’s house and ours. I interviewed all the kids, finding out what behaviors they don’t enjoy from each other, then phrased each one in a positive way. Asking for the behavior we do want seems like it might be more successful than simple saying what we don’t want.

There are nine rules. That leaves me an extra one for the thing I’m bound to have forgotten. The top “rule” is the Golden Rule, which is really what it’s all about.

I’ll miss our back yard. But I won’t miss mowing it. And, as much as I like being environmentally friendly with our push mower…oh, my back doesn’t so much. Not with all the rain we’ve been getting and the resulting super-long grass.

Fortunately, kiddos often don’t seem to need all that much space. And Adam’s back yard is bigger than what we had in Rochester.

Here’s Berry enjoying some time outdoors with the T-ball set (in our yard):

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Not to leave Duncan out, here we are at church, having a pre-talent-show cuddle a couple of weeks ago:

(The dress was part of my costume.)

He also has a habit of wandering off with my phone, taking pictures and videos of seemingly random things. I found this video on my phone. It’s a little dizzying, but it’s so Duncan.

The other day at bedtime, Duncan (or Nanny, I’m not sure which) put an eye patch on Dora. She was already wearing a tutu from Berry’s baby’s outfit. I think a Pirate Dora movie is in the works!

And, just to prove how much Duncan adores Dora, here they are together having a nice cuddle at nap time.

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