Around the Way

Things around here are status quo.

We had a regular Chevy Chase kind of Memorial day weekend which started off with a 9 hour trip to Virginia. The car was packed to the top with kids, clothes and Viktor's collection of Blue-Rays. We were ready to pull out of the driveway Friday morning at 930 prompt. Only Adam noticed that my oil was leaking. Oh, did I forget to mention that he decided to play mechanic two weeks prior and change my oil himself. With a wrench. And and oil pan. And, obviously, no expletive clue what he was doing. Not to worry because he got out his trusty wrench and tightened the filter which I was told "can be tricky". TRICKY. We take off to get gas at Wawa and on the drive notice that a weird film is clouding the rear glass with every swipe of the wiper. We are leaking oil like a punctured balloon, or filter. At this point we are racing the velocity at which oil can leak from a faulty filter on our race to Jiffy Lube. I was betting on oil. And, would have won had I wagered. By the time we unloaded the whole fam into the waiting room of Jiffy Lube, we were told that the oil was ALL gone or in more technical terms, didn't register. Adam kept saying, "it's a little funny". We definitely doubled down on travel time.

On the kid front, Vik is way into the Black-Eyed Peas, specifically Boom Boom Pow because those chickens be jockin' his style. On the flip side, stink bugs are cramping his style as we have to evacuate at least 3 from his room each night. You should see the way that he so gingerly places one foot over the threshold and then listens. Listens. For the buzzing. Listen. Only after a full minute of listening to the silence will he enter that room. Oh, the cringing and writhing that occurs if the buzzing of a stink bug is heard. But, inch worms, they are just fine. Like the lucky little guy that Vik found down in Virginia, Jack Attack. Mr. Jack Attack was smart enough to stop moving early in his journey. Vik quickly grew bored and Jack Attack lived to see another day. Jack Attack is lucky that Luka didn't see him because is very much resembles something that should go in her mouth. Luka cannot gain enough speed crawling to satisfy her voracity for getting into EVERY single inedible object in sight. She is clearly solution-oriented because discovered a method whereas she puts her head down like the Jackie Joyner-Kercee of crawling to gain that extra millisecond per hour. Next thing you know, she'll be shaving her arms, legs and head. The good news is that she is not walking just yet and still my adorable little baby. Albeit my baby whose favorite activity is open-handed wapping my face and looking around for shared laughter. Hilarious, Luka. How about next time I take away your beloved Cheerios. Oh, yeah, I'll do it.