good morning to you live...

from Santa Cruz.
Today, I am off to babysit my three favorite boys on the planet; Tahgd, Kieran, and Gavin. Awesome right? Well, their mother is a single mom and she's also currently supporting her brother (Mark) and his son, Sheamus. I kind of have this thing for Sheamus, but I'll have to tell you about that later. Anyways, this woman, her name is Pati, she's a total super mom. She wakes up every morning at five to be at her secretary job up at the University, then at 3:30 she comes home for about five tenths of a milisecond, and then she's off again. Then she goes to her bar tending job at this dive known to locals as "The Hole". She gets off whenever the after party winds down, and so I'm used to all kind of weird stories :))
But I'll blog later about this whole experience.
I tell ya, these kids are masterminds when t comes to a) playing hookie b) testing you wit/ patients/ everything and c) fake barfing.
The first time I figured out the fake barfing was when we where palling on going to the library because I needed to study for a project. I promised them all icescream if they behaved themselves.
Well, this obviously did not sit well with Gavin, so while I was cleaning up the mess of powerranger parts, leftover breakfast, and whatever else I could find, Gavin snuck into the kitchen and grabbed beans and the like. Then he came up to me and said, "Oh I don't feel so good, Maxime..." I just told him to go to the bathroom.
I was in for a surprise... :)
When I got in there he has smeared the bean/ketchup/bagel bits/salami mix all over his face and all over the poor bathroom.
Needless to say I didn't get to study for my project and Gavin got to stay home.