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Uncle Sumo – Movie Trailer

Posted on 2015/08/20 by circuskitchen

Thursday, August 20th 2015

We also love Uncle Sumo!

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Uncle Chris

Posted on 2015/08/20 by circuskitchen

August 20th 2015

We love Uncle Chris.

❤

What a wonderful time we had with him this week!

with Zachary on the P’Town Ferry

Getting Tattooed by CJ

Gavin + Uncle Hug

Girls + Uncle… a winning combination

Pool slide in the sky

Pool side Uncle

Thanks for everything, Uncle, especially for coming! Until next time…

❤ ❤

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Plymouth to Provincetown

Posted on 2015/08/16 by circuskitchen

Sunday, August 16th 2015

The Pritchard Family invasion of Plymouth heads to P’Town.

2015-08-16 Pritchard P’Town Movie [2mins,22secs]:

It was a Dark n’ Stormy Day

Captain’s Little Helper!

Chris, Paul, Liz, Laurie

Olivia, Zachary, ClaraJane, Gavin

Who do we love? Grandpa Pops!

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Baby Mary + Bunnies

Posted on 2015/08/14 by circuskitchen

Friday, August 14th 2015

My 9 m/o Niece Mary plus Two Bunnies, Ladies and Gentlemen:

2015-08-14 Baby Mary & Bunnies! [1min,9secs]:

(o:3

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❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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Plymouth Countdown – August 2015

Posted on 2015/08/10 by circuskitchen

Sunday, August 9th 2015

Plymouth Paul Pile

Besides the EPOCH amazing organizational transformation of Liz’s basement (no pix, except some of the aftermath above), here are some of the treasures from our visit:

5) Super Fat Cats, Fur-ever

OMG Howie the Cat; SO MUCH to Love

(Note; Howie almost makes my daughter look small in this photo. My daughter may be four, but she is the size of a 5 or 6 year old human. And so’s the cat apparently.)

4) Zach Attack
Pretty self-explanatory; just cousins beating on each other in a Wrestling-Tickle Pile.

Zach Attach

Here’s the same shot in live action video:

3) It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Lib

What’s a family visit without a little toilet humor? Or perhaps a LOT of it:

Our Collective Mindset – Apparently

Any game that inspires the adverb “Diarrheaily” is a game for me!

2) Ritual Tree Burning Story

Lighting the Christmas Tree

As we explore exactly *what* a Christmas Tree “lights up” like, out of Olivia comes some most imaginative, confident, charming, absurd and humorous story telling. Three women set off to save Christmas by finding fire you see, and, well… here:

Before you go crazy next time, remember to read “Good Night Moon!”

My hope for Olivia: KEEP WRITING!

Finally;

1) Whiplash Paci-Waggin’

Lucy’s Paci Waggin’

Last time we were here, Chico had gotten a metal scrub brush stuck in the considerable tail feathers of his butt, with the 3 ft handle dragging behind him. Being Chico, he neither minded nor noticed, even though -as Gavin describes it- “It looked like a golf club was sticking out of his butt.”

This time was Lucy’s turn apparently, as she was running around with a long stick with thorns stuck in her butt feathers, also not minding or noticing (being an award winning show dog and all). At one point she blows by ClaraJane who then cries out,”Mom! Lucy took my paci!” We all look, see, crack up and I whip out my camera phone, because you had to be there:

I know my daughter will give up the paci eventually; I admit I’m glad it wasn’t before this weekend.

THANKS LIZ for another wonderful time together! ♥ ♥ ♥

(o:

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HOT COFFEE IN BED

Posted on 2015/08/08 by circuskitchen

Saturday, August 8th 2015

IT’S HAPPENED!

At last, at last! The REASON I had children has come to fruition:

Personal Delivery, Bedside Baby!

NEWS BULLETIN: On this day in history, my 7 y/o son Gavin fully executed the making and delivering of coffee to us, his parents, who were still in bed. And note; he executed all the steps –soup to nuts (well, grounds to cup)– by himSELF.

I guess my work here is done. I can just rest on my laurels and stay in bed from here on out. Right? No? C’mon!

OK fine, fine. Never mind, I’ll get up. Just let me enjoy this first cup first, halleluia.

Amen

Now that’s some Executive Functioning! And it was perfect.

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Canobie Lake Park

Posted on 2015/08/05 by circuskitchen

Tuesday, August 4th 2015

In an amazing turn of fate, I was able to accompany the kids on their annual day camp amusement park outing. Color me IN!

❤ ❤

Upon arrival, le Rendezvous:

Happy Campers

Then we’re off! Gavin takes me strait to “Zero Gravity.” The best part is listening to him repeatedly yelling “AWE-SOME!!!” the whole time. (Watching the clouds whirl around in circles overhead is also pretty sweet.)

Then it’s a series of boingy-boingy and twirly-whirly things for me and the boys, while ClaraJane peels off with Daddy in tow to pursue rides better suited to the sensibilities of one who is not yet 48″ tall.

Kiddie Canoes, for example

Including some that permit one who is yet 81″ tall:

Girl & her Imaginary Friend

The boys meanwhile exceed the 48″ tall requirement:

DUH! Pfffft… ***OB-viously***

So they get to do this:

My nephew behind the wheel

As I feel my future flash before my eyes:

My son behind the wheel

At least the girl isn’t ready to drive yet. Wait:

Born Ready

No SIR. They are TOO YOUNG. That would be against the LAW. They must face JUSTICE. Public humiliation even;

The Shame

Clearly…

they are filled with…

remorse.

I mean, FRIED DOUGH.

They are filled with Fried Dough

Some major splash n’ play time around “Castaway Island” water park… then God sends down his own waterworks (and fireworks too)… and it’s time to beat our retreat.

But first, more Fried Dough

It’s possible that from the whole day, my favorite ride was the bus trip up;

Girl + Monkeys

Endless entertainment. In any case, we’ll be back!

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NO THEY’RE NOT

Posted on 2015/08/03 by circuskitchen

Monday, August 3rd 2015, TMI continued

In the wake of getting them GONE, I indulged in the extraordinary pleasure of a grownup social visit with a friend, SANS kids. Well sort of, since it was to visit my treasure of a friend Rachel and her new baby girl. I don’t know what was more lovely; seeing my friend, meeting the new baby-person (“Chloe Belle”), seeing their new HOME and beautiful cats, having NO GIGS today, enjoying a grownup social pleasure or just the peaceful feeling of knowing my kids were all sorted out at camp.

Chloe Belle

HA HA; NOT!

After two hours of copacetic social bliss, I venture back out into the world to find it all exploded. Instead of 3:30pm, my young daughter’s group apparently got out at 1:30pm, creating a whirlwind of chaos and calls, of which I have missed 13. Daddy, unable to reach me, had to skip work and bike across town to retrieve our daughter, and later panic as to whether I might be there in time for our son. (I was, ‘mostly.)

Fortunately the camp staff forgave our screwing the pooch, Daddy forgave my inadvertent unavailability, and the girl satisfied herself coloring improvised printouts of Cinderella coloring pages. Naught to do but laugh at our apparent incompetence and move imperfectly forward as ever.

So;

Christina’s Home Made Ice Cream

Then;

Tae Kwon Do

While;

“My Brother and Me and My Mom”

And;

Then;

Dinner al Fresco con Fluff n’ Nutter

Including;

Aero Acro Boy

Another day with countless blessings.

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They’re GOOONE!

Posted on 2015/08/03 by circuskitchen

Monday, August 3rd 2015

Off to Camp with Ye

After driving us nuts for most of the summer so far, it’s two weeks of day camp for these two. Partly to remind us all what it’s like to have a routine, largely to remind them that school exists and very much to give us a break from the minute-to-minute upkeep of rug rats!

Here they are; immaculate lunches packed, dressed with towels and bathing suits and changes of clothes packed and labeled, shoes and sunblock ON, and -not insignificantly- her hair brushed and braided, probably for the first time this summer.

After a very cute wake up time of cuddling, bed-hopping and assembling creatures both real and imaginary, what a labor it was getting through all the paces to achieve the preparedness depicted above. On one hand I live for that shit. On the other hand, having gotten through it, my nerves are SHOT. I can’t count how many times I had to bribe/threaten/yell/admonish and cajole to make it all happen.

Of course I’d envisioned sending them off with loving goodbye kisses then settling down over a cuppa steamy hot java in my favorite cafe for some focused UNINTERRUPTED grownup admin work time. But instead I’m afraid it’s off to my shrink to see if maybe she wouldn’t mind upping my dose if you know what I mean.

11 Seconds… TOPS

But first, cue DaddyLove coming back from dropping them off. “WOW!” he proclaims, “We DID it. They’re not HERE. They’re THERE!”

He also brought this:

Camp Schedule

Apparently by now my son has recently finished up “Basket Weaving” and is now playing “Super Soccer.” Just like I always say; (Damn) LUCKY KIDS! Looking at this it’s a wonder we’ve even tried having them home so much this summer. I mean, I’m a big believer in children’s unstructured down time… if only I could find a way to provide it for them with no fussing, no fighting and no mess.

BWUAHA HA HA HA HA HA. I know I’m hilarious. And if I’m sounding like I’ve gone partially insane… did I mention I have KIDS? Oh but wait, not this second I don’t. OK enough ranting; coffee and shower for me. Wheeeee!!!!

Now we cue George Michael:

FREEDOM!!! For the next FIVE HOURS. (Not really but we pretend.)

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Bat Thumb

Posted on 2015/08/02 by circuskitchen

For posterity, I humbly offer this flamly-favorite, cult classic animated “film:”

Bat Thumb [28 minutes]:

You’re welcome.

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