too many bratz...

wrote this post about 2 weeks ago, but it didn't post for some reason. anyway, here it is, a brief update.

"Bratz" of course being the name of the awful, over-sexualized, plastic dolls that little Megan owns about 30 of, and not little Megan herself (most of the time). I spend every day with Megan and Sam and sometimes their cousins Anna and Charlie. While Sam and Charlie play legos, Megan, Anna, and I play Bratz. For hours. Of course, I have to do all the voices and make up all the characters and stories, so esentially I play Bratz while the girls watch. The other day I found myself lying on the carpet surrounded by doll-sized mini-skirts and tank-tops and stilettos making Denise tell Michelle about her horrible breakup with her boyfriend Gil (they've been dating since high school) while Sierra drove them to the mall to meet Jazmine and Jules where they were all going to pick out prom dresses ("Pretend Jazmine was the prettiest and they were all jealous of her prom gown, ok?"). I had a moment of panic for my future. What skills can I offer to potential employers? "I may not know how to make a spreadsheet or write a grant, but if you need someone to create and remember the lifestory of 30 characters, I'm your gal!" ohhh dear.
I've taken to bringing them swimming whenever I can (the kids, not the dolls). Branbury, Button Bay, the College Pool--if there's water, we'll be there. Unfortunately 2 of the 4 kids hate swimming. Yes, I have the only 2 kids on the face of the earth who would rather sit inside on a 95degree day complaining about how bored they are than go to the pool. So instead of happy, excited kids, I'm dragging cring, disgruntled kids around town with me. And it takes about 45min to get out the door, with all the begging and pleading and demanding and manipulating I have to do to get them into the car. what fun!

My days off aren't much more thrilling. Meghan and I (big Meghan, the one who is living with us over the summer) spend most of our time watching movies or TV and eating ice cream at night, and hiking/beaching on weekends. Last weekend we drove to NYC. She was visiting her boyfriend and I was visiting Grady. We had beautiful weather, and a great time! We walked around Prospect Park, had lunch, had our nails done, met Tiffany in Manhattan for shopping, then went to our friend Sylvana's birthday party. At 4:00 Sunday morning the party was over and Grady and I made our way back to Brooklyn (after stopping at Dwayne Reade to purchase the two ugliest pairs of sandals ever sold for $2.99...we just couldn't stand the heels anymore). Sunday was brunch with Tabby and Sarah in Manhattan, cupcakes at Crumbs bakery, a visit with the kiddies, and then back to VT for me. Back to the grindstone. The Bratz missed me.
probably not as much as I miss all of you though! hoping we can get together sooner than later! Daddy, I love reading your stories about camp. The more I hear the more I wish I was at summer camp, too! But we all wish you would hurry up and come back home.
love you!
Cailin