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The Wig.

It is a special time in a Suite's life when they get to wear the coolest of all accesories: The Wig.

Usually when the kids put it on they look hideous and hilarious, but Faye just looks like she has some funky hair. Check it out.

(Meant to be said by the old guy on Christmas Vacation): The Blessing.

Continuing our Utah trip...

We were blessed, literally, to have Faye's blessing while we were with all of our family and a few of our friends in Utah. It was a beautiful blessing. David is such a great father and he loves Faye so much. Here are a few highlights of the special day.

Faye was lucky enough to wear the dress that my Mom made almost 30 years ago for Celeste. It was perfect for her. Thanks Mom.

Ps. My baby is gorgeous. Seriously, I look at her everyday and just don't even believe that such a beautiful person exists. Maybe it's just her constant cherubic smile, I don't know. I do know I'm her Mom and everything, but isn't she unusually cute?

My book.

Today I have been contemplating writing a book the way I always do when I am reading someone elses. I find my mind speaking the same lyrics in which the book was written. Like when I watch Lord of the Rings and think: the knowing winds come swiftly from the north... in my best female perhaps British narrator whisper impression. Or when Dave is watching the lastest "dance your way out the projects" movie and ends each sentence with "mmm girl". He's not black.

And I'm not a writer. Or maybe I am. Who knows.

I sort of believe that most of the books written by beloved authors of the past which are now being scrutinized by high school students worldwide are just words that people wrote down to create a story. I'm sure that some of them wrote the books with a fantastic metaphor in mind, but why can't we just enjoy each one as a good story? Why do we have to see the hidden meaning behind each book?

One of our assignments in ninth grade was to analyze a character from Of Mice and Men. I picked Curley's wife. Although my classmates all thought she was "a skank", I felt bad for the poor girl and decided she was just misunderstood, immature and lonely. It was crap. I just wrote for the sake of turning in a paper that my teacher hadn't already read. And it turned out that a professional editor came in to grade our papers. He told me that he had never seen anyone "at this age" with such an accurate interpretation. This sort of annoyed me.

Why is anyone else's interpretation inaccurate? The book was written to be read by people and make of it what they will. Right? There is no right or wrong way to read it. It's just a story.

Maybe I will write a book. At least just to see what metaphor I was trying to convey to the world. I'm sure it will be mind-blowing.

Spligsh happens.

Here are some of our Awesome Adventures today in order of appearance.

"!!!!!Dad!!!!!!Dee!!!!!" That is what was piercing my ear drums after we dropped Dave in Pittsburgh to fly home for cute Grandpa Cain's funeral. It quieted pretty easily with some apple juice. I decided that since both the kids were awake (and not currently upset) I would stop for gas and treats. Big mistake.

Twenty minutes Later. Both of my children aren't just crying, but screaming.

Some background information: for the past three days Faye has been more than sad. I don't know exactly what is wrong, but the only other times I have seen her like this is 1) when she had that super painful acid reflux when she was just little and 2) when she was in the hospital with RSV. Both times she stopped eating and I'm afraid that her intake of food is really dwindling and I'm trying not to get too stressed out about it.

So Faye is crying because something is terribly wrong and Miles is crying because Faye is crying and also he wants to go "pee in the potty." I try everything I can to make them happy. I'm pouring applejuice, I'm feeding bottles, I'm turning Nemo on, I'm tickling, I'm holding hands, I'm fanning faces, I'm getting toys and books out- nothing. It was too dangerous and they are both still miserable. I decide to pull off at the next exit and regroup.

After two pants changes and some hugs the kids are not crying anymore. With a sigh of relief I get back on the freeway and the madness begins again. It was awful.

And it stayed awful. I couldn't calm them down and I was starting to hyperventilate. You should've seen Faye looking up at me with red puffy eyes and the sup-sups looking for help that I so desperately wanted to give.

So there we were. The three of us crying our eyes out. It was pretty pathetic. I stopped crying when a van went speeding by and I decided to follow suit. I think we maxed out at 98 MPH. I was totally okay with it. Oh, And Faye finally fell quiet 2 miles outside of Erie. For those of you who don't know- that is two hours away.

It gets better. I get Miles out of the car and as I'm working on Faye I hear him mumble something about "potty." I look over and he is standing in a puddle of his own pee. Sweet. Off to the bath. He must have been eating some magical fruits because he is ripping cheeks all over the place. "Okay, bud, if you need to go poops- you tell me and you can go in the potty. Poops goes in the potty, right?" "Right." He smiles. I start to get Faye changed and

Spligsh. That is the noise that Miles is now repeatedly making when he reminds me that he had diarrhea in the tub- the sound he makes is pretty accurate. It was not my favorite thing. Clean up wasn't pleasant either. It had even splashed up on the shower walls. Nast.

It gets even better. Once I finished disinfecting the shower and the boy, I turned my attention back to my baby girl who had wiggled her way out of her diaper. Apparently I didn't finish putting it on before Spligsh happened. And then Bam! Faye pees all over. Yes! I was hoping to clean up bodily fluids again.

The rest of the day was spent making kiddos happy. Because that is what makes Mommy happy.

Ps. I miss you already Dave.