And I feel….tired.
No change there then! So- a naughty dictator is threatening to fire a nuclear missile at my island. Well that’s not very nice, is it? What the hell did we do to them? Is our hula too provocative? Our pineapples too tart? Our jungle too green? Our babies too cute? Yes, I think it’s the fourth one. Definitely.
Yet even nuclear warheads cannot complete with the excitement generated by the girls recent exploits in crayola art. Here is their most recent collaboration, completed for Jungledad on Father’s Day. Mumu did about 90% due to the fact the Lulu can’t stand to sit for more than 2 seconds. Mumu entitled the piece, “THAT”
Mumu is currently having a love affair with the color purple, which is great, because it reminds me of the book.
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.” -Alice Walker, The Color Purple
I couldn’t agree more. When I used to crew on schooners in Frenchman’s Bay we would sometimes get corporate retreat type peeps on board for cruises. They’d spend the whole time on their blackberrys, looking down, arguing. I always wanted to yell HEY YOU’RE IN A NATIONAL PARK, LOSERS. One of the most beautiful places on earth. The world won’t end if you look up for a moment.
Well, in this spirit of ‘gathering ye rosebuds,’ ’sucking the marrow out of life,’ and whatnot, and what with the nuclear holocaust coming in just a few weeks time, we thought to ought to go for a long drive on Father’s Day. The drive is a great one. It’s called “scenic drive,” and let me tell ya, it’s scenic. It goes through towering jungle, complete with enormous swinging vines, and over cliffs above the ocean. Of course, before we started, I accurately predicted that all this splendor would soon become tiresome to my little twinnies, so I devised a crafty plan to put an end to their fussing. HoHos. Yea, that’s right. We bought them at a gas station. The girls had their first ever taste of junk food. You wouldn’t want my girls to meet their maker without having experienced the deliciousness that is HoHos in their short lives, would you? To deprive them at a time like this would be downright cruel.
So the drive was lovely, as was the triple bypass on a plate breakfast the girls and I made that morning in Daddy’s honor. He calls it an “English Breakfast,” but I think my description is more apt. All in all a great day for the greatest Daddy in the jungle, and the world.
Oh, and if I don’t blog for a while, just assume a warhead flattened junglehouse, and drink a passion fruit margarita in memory of me.
Such sweet photos. Can I drink a margarita for you even if you are (hopefully) not flattened? Like we need an excuse!
Ah, English breakfasts. My sister was horrified at the minimal fat at breakfast at our house. She wanted a “fry up” and um, we just don’t have that much oil in our house.
My husband’s stationed in South Korea at the moment, and isn’t too concerned about the threats. He says the North stretches its muscles like this every few years, just to distract itself from its hungry belly.
I love the pics!! Love them!
The picture of your husband swinging one of the girls around is just priceless.
Your pictures always have a way of capturing the fun and beauty in every situation. I absolutely LOVE the first pic!!
And I loved how Mumu named her art That! So cute!