pig milk

May 1: Nick got discounted tickets to a musical adaptation of The Color Purple. The singers and all were great, but the part that keeps coming back into my mind was the part where Celie is finally leaving Albert. He yells that she will go to Memphis over his dead body. She responds with “your dead body’d be just the welcome mat I needed”.

May 2: Abel was rooting through the dozen and a half unwanted milk cartons in the share bin, a mixture of pinks and greens to denote the percentages of fat. 
“What are you doing, Abel?,” Melissa asked.
“I’m looking for milk,” he said.
“There’s a ton right there in front of you.”
“I’m looking for a green one. I don’t want a pink one. That’s pig milk.”

May 3: George must have eaten something he shouldn’t have because he has explosive diarrhea. So much has come out of him that I am a little surprised he hasn’t jet-propelled himself into outer space.

May 4: To add to the list of things my kids are unwittingly internalizing, Gwendolyn’s books is about two girls who are best friends, but their houses are separated by a giant wall. They try to tear it down themselves by kicking it, hitting it with a hammer, and unsuccessfully trying to rent a bulldozer. But they can’t do it themselves because they are children. Eventually, they have to talk to their parents and get all the adults to take it down so that the two girls who live next door to each other can finally play together.

May 5: Addie was already on Nick’s side of the bed when he was ready to get in. She was using his pillow and thought she looked so cute and comfortable that he took my side of the bed so as not to disturb her.

May 6: Our living room windows look directly into the living room windows of the apartment across from us. It is impossible to not accidentally spy on them. There are two people a lot like us, young, newly married people. They watch a lot of the same shows as us to the point that when I noticed they were nearing the end of The Office, it was really hard not to put a sign in our window recommending that they try Parks and Recreation. Today, the woman in the couple and I were both wearing glasses and a grey Hamilton hoodie that, based off the size, we had both stolen from our husbands.

May 7: Last week, Luna came in crying and claiming that the dance teachers had their favorites in class and she wasn’t one of them. We got more detail on it today from other sources. Turns out, the dance teachers have been yelling at her to shut up and berating her because she missed the lesson the previous week.

May 8: My girls like to get creative when they eat oranges at snack. Last year, they would stick a straw straight through the peel and just suck out what juice they could. This year, they have taken to separating their oranges into segments, squeezing the juice into the paper boats they are given their food in, and then drinking it like a soup with their plastic sporks.




much love,
hedgie