Buggy Eyed

Our camera is back from the shop. Hooray!

So. Yesterday, we took the kids up to Encinitas to visit the Insect and Garden Festival held at the Quail Botanical Gardens. For a family of wildlife lovers - including the creepy-crawlies - it was a fabulous day! Check it out:

Actually, before I get to the pictures I need to preface this by saying 1) I realized putting this together that I kind of dominate most of the photos - sorry (unless you can't get enough of me, in which case it's your lucky day) and 2) I realize that a number of my readers may find these images somewhat disturbing, so view at your own risk. Entomophobes: you have been warned.

OK. Now check it out:

The kids each got to plant their own little desert shrub to take home. Cute. They also enjoyed a variety of bug-themed crafts:

And of course, lots and lots of little critters:

Yes, that is a roach crawling on my hand - a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach to be exact. Living in an aquarium tank, on a strict diet of fruits and veggies, I have no problem with them. Running across my kitchen floors: ew, ew, EW!!

Don't you love how Jared's expression is exactly alike in these two photos? For a split second I thought I'd uploaded the same photo twice.

Spiders and scorpions are Jared's favorites. Emily likes lollipops.

The walking stick:

And giant millipede. I heard someone describe it as a hairbrush walking on your arm. Very accurate observation. Also, check out the Barn Owl and Red Tailed Hawk perched in the background.

Don't let her fool you. She was having the time of her life.

OK. I really love snakes. I'm a strange girl. I know. Didn't I warn you about this though? This is a Brazilian Rainbow Python, by the way. So cool.

And what would a festival be without food? In this case: meal worms, seasoned, or plain. I went with the Polish, though I was the only one of us brave enough to try. I think Natalie would have joined me had I given her the chance.

Instead, she (and the others) opted for fresh peaches in the picnic area.

Fun, fun day!

Stay Tuned, Folks

I'm alive and I will blog again someday. I promise. In my defense, our camera has been broken for weeks, and won't return from the shop until this week (hopefully). Sigh.

In the mean time, you may be interested to know that Jared has recently ranked the members of our family in order of intelligence:

Most intelligent: Jared

2nd: Daddy, because he can draw better than Mommy.

3rd: Mommy

4th: Definitely Emily

5th: Nats, because she is a baby.

Alas, I have not fared as well as I had hoped. Back to the drawing board, I guess (ha...ha...).

Dialogue

[Enter Jared and Emily. Emily is pushing her dolly in a stroller.]

J: Emmy, are you taking your baby to the tide pools?

E: No, to the hospital.

J: Is she going to get a TV test, or a shot?

E: No, she has a cavity.

J: Emmy, you don't take a baby to the hospital for a cavity, you go to the dentist. [Suddenly turning.] Mom, why do we call the place the dentist and the man the dentist?

E: [Handing the doll to Mommy]. Here Mom, the baby needs you.

The End

There's One In Every Family

It seems every family has at least one child prone to frequent injury. Emily is ours. Today she took the skin off her nose when she tripped and slid face first on the carpet. Ouch!

Here it is a couple days later:

Jaredism #9

Today Jared told me that when he grows up he wants to be a mean biologist. You know. Someone that studies sea life.

Emilyism #5

Apparently, Emily has become more conscious of her water sources lately. Yesterday, as we were about to take the sacrament water, she paused to ask, "Mom, is this purified?"

Jaredism #8

An excerpt from Aaron's journal yesterday: Last night we went to a game night at the church for the ward. They had lots of treats, including some St. Patrick's Day cupcakes that we brought home. I had saved two of them for Jared and Emily to enjoy after dinner tonight. Early this afternoon, however, all of the family took a nap except for Jared. Now Jared knew that he wasn't supposed to touch his cupcake, much less Emily's. And yet, when we awoke an hour or two later, we found the cupcakes had been tampered with. In a subsequent interrogation, he admitted he hoped putting the plastic shamrock back on the cupcakes would fool us into thinking they had not been touched.