Todd sees America

When I mentioned to the older kids that we were going to Salt Lake in August I was a little surprised by the reaction. Siobhan immediately asked to stay at a friends(not a surprise) and Oscar asked to stay at Grandmas (big surprise). The California to Washington trip is a little long and they were thinking they didn't really want to take another long drive. Staying at a friends was not an option so Siobhan decided to waste a precious week with her family. Oscar also came around, stating he actually is really excited to go. Just in case you were curious, we never have this problem with Todd. He came on our trip last week and is a constant source of entertainment for me. I am thinking of starting his own personal blog. And Pete is wearing shorts, he is not naked.
Toddy never complains about having his picture taken and wasn't embarrassed when the saloon girls were strolling the streets. When they walked by and told Hans he was cute, Hans just stood staring straight ahead. After several seconds he simply said,"Pete, ...uh Peter." That was it, complete total discomfort. He secretly prays there will be no girls in Kindergarten. Todd is cool with it.
We stopped at Mount Moriah cemetery. I love them, this one was good. I am fascinated by Calamity Jane and I love that she has the same name as my Grandma, Martha Jane. Calamity Jane may even beat out OJ as Olives nickname.
The Wild Bill memorial was nice and busy. Calamity Jane is right next to him, as it was her final request. This is where most of the visitors converged, but there were a lot of other interesting people buried here as well.

Seth Bullock is buried here. If you have watched the HBO series you know he is kind of the hunky one. That led to having to research the real Seth Bullock, who was also hunky. Although, I am kind of partial to Al Swearengen.Seth Bullock was responsible for Yellowstone being preserved as a National Park. He was a lawman and a pioneer. He is responsible for introducing alfalfa to the area and for founding the town of Belle Fourche. He was a close friend with Theodore Roosevelt and when the president died he built a memorial and asked to buried at the top of the hill overlooking it. He was. A great, long, hot walk up. He had a hardware supply and then a hotel in Deadwood, that he died in and many people have claimed that his ghost has been helpful to them during their stay.
At the start of our trip we stayed in Spokane. Pete had been here and stayed in a super fancy hotel for work. We stayed at the Doubletree and it was really nice. The best part was that it was right along the falls here. Oh yeah, and they give you their signature hot chocolate chip cookies when you check in.

We stopped in Cataldo, Idaho on a whim. I wanted to see this mission, the oldest in Idaho. It was great, you can see the grass and straw they used to line the walls.
You could also walk around the mission grounds. There was a cemetery and an old wheat mill. There were stations that had recorded stories from Indian families that lived in the valley below and attended the church. Some had helped build it. This made me feel like I made a Sheppard mark on our trip. We used to visit old missions in Arizona and Nevada. I remember my Mom cutting a piece of our hair to pin to Jesus once.
So, that's a little more about our trip. I have had so much fun catching up on every ones blogs. It is so nice to be home, even if it's semi hot. Not Utah hot, but getting there. I am happy to have the clothesline up and my clothes getting nice and crunchy outside. Pete bought the kids a blow up pool and they are in heaven outside. We swam a lot on this trip and Hans is a freak of nature in the pool. He is way excitable and cannot stop flailing. He thinks he can just jump in and somehow he will float. I have never seen him so excited or happy. Lessons will be forthcoming. Next week to be exact. I will leave you with this picture, a spontaneous reaction on Hans' part. I don't know if he was going for Statue of Liberty but it sure did make for a nice parting photo.

I've Been Everywhere, Man.

I don't even know where to start. This was perhaps the best vacation I have ever had. Pete was awesome and bucked his inherited planning gene and just went with the flow. We stopped anywhere we wanted and saw anything that looked interesting to us. We have been home now for about two hours. It feels like we have been gone for months. In the time we have been away my dad and Sharon have arrived in Washington, Siobhan and Oscar have left for California, Big Sur is up in flames, Pete and I celebrated our 6th anniversary, and my sister in law Melissa had her baby girl. Welcome baby Delyla, I cannot wait to meet you. I bet your brothers are so excited. Hans and Olive were so well behaved and patient on this trip. Hans kept a detailed journal, drawing all he saw. The bison were, by far, his favorite part of the trip.
They were troopers and got out and endured all the walking. Dad bought them cowboy hats and they were excited to be a cowboy and girl and get to Deadwood.
I have taken four discs worth of pictures. I can assure you I will not post them all, but it may take a couple of days to share my favorites. This is a baby Bald Eagle in it's nest. The first of the wildlife we encountered in Yellowstone. I also need to mention that I think I messed up because we did not meet up with Ryan and Trisha. I hope you read this and know how sorry I am Trisha. I will be calling you.

We saw the babies on our way out of Yellowstone as we headed to Deadwood. This was our longest day, we drove about 11 hours to get to South Dakota.

It was so worth it. Mount Rushmore was amazing. I loved everything about it. Even Pete had goosebumps. It truly is something everybody should experience in person. This was our big destination, something we had been talking about for months with the kids. Hans was so excited to be here.

Being this close is so awesome, the size is just crazy. Oscar would have loved this. I wished that the older kids would have been here but I plan on taking them someday.
We stayed in Deadwood and we really enjoyed the town. The history is really interesting and after watching the HBO series and reading every book I could find on the town it was fun to be there and see the actual places. I found some 1950's Wild Bill Hickok golden books for Hans so he was able to appreciate a few places as well.
He and Olive also panned for gold, after touring an old mine. We all enjoyed both the tour and the panning.
We made a stop in Virgina City in Montana. It was really great. I have a little bit of an obsession with gold mining and ghost towns. Especially ghost towns. This one was really good and had a really interesting shop/museum. Our only regret was that we didn't drive a mile further to Nevada city and see the Frontier House museum. We loved that show.

On our way back home we kind of played it by ear and we stopped in Sheridan, Wyoming but it was slim pickings for hotels, so we drove on and stayed in Hardin, right on the edge of the Crow Indian reservation. Pete found us a cabin at the KOA and come to find out we were really lucky. It was the Battle of Little Bighorn anniversary weekend and people were there from all over for the reenactment. Also, Wyoming truly is big sky country.

So, another unplanned stop was Little Bighorn Battlefield state park. Another great place to visit. One of the park rangers gave an hour long talk on the history and the battle itself. I was so proud of the kids for being so quiet and respectful. Definite goose bumps visiting this site. You could feel it as soon as you passed through the gates. It was interesting to compare this reservation to the one that we live right next to. I enjoyed hearing people speak their native language and the chance to teach Hans a little about the Native Americans.
If you made it all the way to here, thanks for sticking with it. I will try to keep my pictures to a minimum following this post, but I am still just in my vacation fog of giddiness. I will be heading to my moms this week to spend some time with her and my Dad and Sharon. And then? On to Utah! I am so lucky. Thank you Pete.

Closed Caption

Before I continue on with my post I have to tell you about something I found humorous this morning. I watch TV with the captions on. I started this years ago because the sound would keep Pete up. I am hard of hearing and he would get it to an acceptable level and I would not hear a thing. I like the captions. It has come to a point where I always have them on. Pete hates them, but if you watch news with them you get a whole other story. I love to see what the people typing out the captions write. I am just assuming that's how it's done. This morning there was a story about a man who lost 80 pounds entirely by eating McDonald's. This was right before commercial and when they came back they were going to eat that man and find out about his diet. So, that is my closed caption entertainment for today. Now, onto all the other stuff. Siobhan played her second and last fast pitch game on Wednesday. She will be leaving today and so she will miss the rest of the season. she did awesome and I loved watching her.
Oscar found a nice,shady spot to play Pokemon DS games. This is his new obsession. I don't know why or how but Pokemon is the coolest thing right now. Apparently, it is so engrossing you can play sitting against the backstop at a ballgame.
Or in the grass for a little warmth.

Or in a picture your mom is trying to take. Pat was able to catch the end of Siobhans game and be here for the last couple of school days. This is my favorite shirt. Nor Cal Lifer. He likes to wear this here to jab at us who have moved.
And here are my four babies in all their glory. Sometimes when I look at the group of them together like this I just cannot believe how blessed I am. I am amazed they are mine, I brought these four people into this world and look how well they are turning out. They love each other and I adore them. Today we leave for our journey East. The older kids will head West. I am excited and sad all at once. I will miss Siobhan and Oscar, I can't stand the thought of being away from them. I know there will be numerous sights that I will wish they were with me to witness. But, they are going to have an awesome time and I cannot wait to see the pictures Oscar will take. I hope they have a safe, happy time and enjoy the Roche clan. As for me, I will be back in about 10 or so days. Can you believe that? I am excited, I will miss my bloggedy blog but look forward to some serious posting upon return. So, take care and have fun. Team Lindgren...out. (had to do it)

Who likes to rock the party?

I am pretty sure I have posted these pictures previously.This was the first day of school, way back when. Before pink hair and now electric blue hair. Before endless sleepovers and the sound of the phone ringing throughout the day and night. Before Siobhan truly turned Pete into John Lindgren when he suggested we just leave the ringer off from now on. This has been a big year for Siobhan. She has really become the teenager she is. I am proud of the person she is becoming. She is a great friend to have and everybody loves her. She is fun and energetic. I am hoping that next school year will go a little better grade wise. I look forward to watching her continue to get better and better at the french horn. She had her first fast pitch game on Monday and did awesome. I am so proud of her, something I don't think she believes. It is hard for me to be a mom sometimes with Siobhan. I hate to say no to her because I hate to have her mad at me. She is strong willed and wants what she wants. I remember that and as I commiserate with my moms I am reminded of how alike we are. I love you Bon Bon and I am going to miss you so badly this next month. I will be thinking of you everyday and counting down until you come back to me. I will keep tabs on all the goings on here so that you don't miss any important news. may even do some drive by honking to let you know who I am still around. Have fun in California. Be sure and let them know who likes to rock the party. This guy has had some definite changes this year. Oscar has had a pretty great year. I have seen him become more outgoing and had his first sleepover at a friends. He hangs out with the neighborhood kids and is loving his bike. He has done really well in school and read almost 6000 minutes this school year. He is really becoming a "pre teen brave" and can always be counted on to throw a witty comment in at the end of anybodies sentences. He is my detective and reports any and all goings on, even as they are unfolding in front of me. He is like having a stenographer on hand and I often refer back to him for conformation on what had been said. Next year Oscar will be taking the bus with Siobhan and taking playing cello in the Orchestra at the middle school. I am so excited to see him learn a string instrument. I have spent a lot of time with Oscar this year and we have had a lot of fun together. I know that I embarrass him to no end and it is going to be difficult to not have someone keep me in check this next month. I will miss him and all the cool things he creates. Have fun Oscar, I love you so much and I will be waiting for you to come back to me quickly. Enjoy your Nan and Grandpa.
So, there is only two days left of school. Oscar gets out tomorrow and Siobhan on Friday. I am looking forward to a long, lazy summer. Not too different from my long, lazy winters. I know it will go fast, and then we start all over again. But for now we are enjoying those last couple of fun days. No school work, just fun games and signing yearbooks. I enjoyed that when I was in school. The promise of things to come, hanging out at the beach, the Boardwalk, Feast of Lanterns. I am glad the kids will get to be in California for these things. It brings me back to my childhood and so today let's share 5 memories from grade school.

#1. Mini Olympics. In elementary school we held a mock Olympics at the end of each year. You earned gold,silver and bronze ribbons and there was treats and it was just so fun.

#2. Once a year our principal in elementary school, Dr. Takigawa, would come to each class and talk about the Japanese interment. His family was interred and I always looked forward to hearing his story and also dreaded it because I always felt it so unfair.

#3. Back to school shopping at the Esprit Outlet in San Fransisco. Lately, I have been on a huge nostalgic 80's kick. I miss the old Esprit clothes, especially the ads. recently I found some Esprit patterns and can't wait to try and talk Siobhan into a new look.

#4. In fifth grade we did an art project with poster paints. I loved them so much that I put a cup of each color in my lunchbox and carried it flat as I started to walk home. Unbeknown to me, the boy that sat behind me had dipped the ends of my braids in his paint and it was all over the back of the jacket my mom had bought me that weekend. She ended up picking me up about half way to my grandmas, where I would walk after school. She was furious! I was so scared she would find out about my contraband paint that I buried it in the backyard. Somewhere in the backyard at 208 Alder is a Mr. Peanut metal lunchbox with a poster paint bounty enclosed.

#5. I remember one day that was really warm me and my friend Gina threw basketballs at each other as hard as we could so we could get a bag of ice from the nurses office.

#6. I have to add one more. My mom made the last day of school so fun. It was like a holiday and I looked forward to it all the month of June. We would go to the beach, or Dennis the Menace park. One year we went to Swensons Ice Cream Parlor and she bought the Earthquake. A huge, mixing bowl size bowl full of ice cream and topping and whipped cream and we all sat and talked about the year and plans for the summer and I will never forget that feeling of last day of school with my sisters and my Mom.

Baby Daddys ** new post below**

Happy Fathers Day! Today I want to pay tribute to the fathers in my life. John has been such a great father in law. I truly enjoy my time with him. He is funny and complementary. My kids adore him and everyday my husband becomes more like him. I have missed him dearly this past year and a half. I would like to tell him I love him and I hope he would see this, but he avoids the computer.
Mr. Sculleybones, it has been a hard road for you and I. I have grown to love you and really enjoy spending time with you. I am grateful for the things you have made me own up to and learn. I am deeply sorry for the time I wasted being immature when I could have been cracking wise with you. I find it funny sometimes how much we really have in common. Things like a passionate love for talk radio and wildlife. You are an awesome grandfather. Every one of your 11 grandkids loves you. I am always touched at the time and energy you put into them. I hope that they make up for the grief we gave you. I love you.

I was so happy when I found this photo a few weeks back. The hats! The dresses! The boots! Can you tell how much we adore our dad? Recently at my LDS (local donut shop) I was chit chatting with my friend there that owns it. I had gone in with my mom. He asked how many siblings I had and I told him just us three girls. His wife laughed and said that they also had three girls. He showed me a picture and it was not unlike this one, besides the fact that they are Cambodian. Three girls, clearly in love with their dad. I know there is that old cliche of all girls being daddy's girls. I only believe slightly in that. It depends on the dad and we were given an exceptional one. My dad has always been fun to be with. I know that my sisters and I have always felt protective of him. We all have such different relationships with him. I know that we all want to be with him right now as he is grieving. Alex is there and I am so happy about that, but I would love to be there and try and make him laugh. Growing up my dad spent a lot of time with us. He knew our friends and who we liked. He helped with homework and attended our events. I have no complaints, I feel blessed that he was my dad and I love him so very much. I enjoy looking back at the old photos on this blog. It makes me remember just how much fun our family had together. Which leads me to my next favorite dad. Pete has been a great dad thus far. My only complaint is that he hasn't worked very hard on different hairstyles and he has yet to show up with a perm.
Of course we all know where the sun rises and sets. That would be on his beloved baby girl. There is just something about Pete and Olive. That is not to say that he isn't equally in love with our other kids. Hans is his guy and he is so encouraging in all his artistic endeavours.It is a difficult thing to have a step family and I think there are sometimes bumps along the way. But he loves Siobhan and Oscar just the same as Hans and Olive. The fact that Pete has worked so hard to get the kids here and take such care of us makes me love him even more. I know that it is a lot of work having four kids and I appreciate all the effort. Thank you for taking such good care of us. Thank you for cooking so often and helping to make sure we always eat together as a family every night. Thank you for all the fun places you take us and all the outings. Thank you for being my partner in raising such amazing, beautiful children. Thank you for your patience when the dress isn't right or there is one more picture that has to be drawn before bed. For "I need a ride" and "I need more lunch money" for "I don't know where the mouthwash went" and " please can we go to Short Stop" for the "mug" and for the messes. I love you so much and I cannot wait for our trip. Someday we'll be alone together for more than 5 minutes and I bet you we will miss it all, so thank you for making it possible for me to soak it all up now. I hope you have an awesome fathers day.

My biscuits are burning!

We finally had some nice weather today so I took the kids to the water park. They were so excited to wear bathing suits and get wet. I am realizing that this is the last summer before Hans starts school and boy am I not ready for that. The things he says are just amazing. He is so entertaining. Last week my Mom asked him if the shoes he was wearing were a pair she had bought him. He answered yes and waited a few seconds before adding, " I just said that to make you feel good about yourself." People are always saying how little he is. It's true, he is just so tiny and cut. I try to not say that around him anymore since he has started to have a problem with it. He does eat. Quite a bit actually. He ate this whole baguette sandwich today and all the while declaring, " I am really getting into this sandwich!"
Olive, bless her heart, wants to have girlfriends sooo bad. She watches little girls like they are aliens. She is fascinated and follows them, taking note of their every move. She will eventually try to integrate herself into their play and sometimes it works. Other times though, it is totally obvious she mostly plays with two boys. Like today when she kept sticking her behind in the water yelling "My buns are on fire!" Totally not girly.
I have to say how proud I am of these kids. I have had several compliments in the last few weeks about how well behaved they have been in the stores with me. Today though was an exciting day for them. I stopped in to take a quick look at one of my favorite, teeny tiny thrift stores. There was an elderly lady there that kept eyeing the kids. I thought she was annoyed, especially when Olive started bawling for a toy. I sat down and explained that we were not buying toys today, we were going to be heading to the water park and started for the door. The lady stopped us at the door and asked me if she could buy them a beanie baby. First off, my kids LOVE beanie babies, they all have names and they are all considered babies. Second, I was floored. I told her she didn't need to do that, and she said " I know I don't have to, I want to." In that one sentence she sounded so like my Grandma that I almost cried. So, she bought them not one or two, but three each. I protested but she said, just let an old lady be happy. She did ask them for a hug, which they did. Even I gave her a hug. She made our day. She told them they were good kids and she was happy that they listened to their Mama and were polite. She said she was happy that theywould have some new friends to take to the park. So, here are the new friends. God bless that lady, she wouldn't tell me her name but I will not soon forget her. Not for the gifts but for making me feel that, for just a minute, I was with my own Grandma again.

"You don't handle baby mama drama at a school function."

So, Tuesday was an incredibly crazy day. I picked my mom up from the ferry on Monday to spend a couple of days with us and attend Georgies Kindergarten graduation. Tuesday morning I heard about my Grandpa, about two hours later I received a call from Oscars school. He had a fever and needed to be picked up. He has been having some serious stomach aches the last few weeks and the doctors are doing some tests to try and find out what's going on. We managed to pull it together and get to the graduation. We left early, my Mom had bought Georgie an outfit and we wanted time to get her dressed. Also, we had been advised that these graduations are VERY well attended and I needed to make sure that Mrs. Doubtfire Mom had a seat. The ceremony was great. It is a different crowd. I think there were about 120 graduates and I counted 4 white kids. I loved it, it was a fun atmosphere. So many people! Aunts and Uncle and cousins and grandparents, standing room only. I was really impressed, I have never seen so much support and enthusiasm from families. They were loud and vocal and the kids were really fun and cute. I love seeing Luisa in her environment. She works as the school secretary and has been a part of Zion prep since Elijah started there in Kindergarten. She has a lot of friends and everybody loves her. I had a lot of competition for Solomon. The fact that he peed both down the front of my shirt and my pants makes me feel like he made his choice.
Here is where the story takes a turn. Following the ceremony, everybody was to head from the auditorium to the cafeteria to receive diplomas and have cake(yeah!). I had wisely left the littlest kids home and just brought Siobhan and Oscar. Nicoe and Siobhan were taking their sweet time in the bathroom so my Mom said to take the boys and head over for cake ( I think she knew I was anxious I would not get a piece). I had Silas, Oscar, Saul and Elijah. We made our way from one end to the other where Silas then decided he needed to use the bathroom. I told him to hurry, we would wait by the door for him. I decided to call Pete and let him know what was up. Two seconds into the call, the first punch was thrown and it was an all out brawl from there. Kids were flying, a little boy was knocked down and bawling. I started screaming" Grab the baby!", over and over. There was a man with his little girl that ducked behind a door. This wasn't across the room, this was RIGHT NEXT TO US. I grabbed the little boy and my boys and yelled to Elijah to get Silas ,we were leaving. You may have an inkling that I do not keep my cool in situations. Silas was gone, nowhere to be found in the bathroom. I was worried that my mom was in the cafeteria on the other side of the melee. I knew Georgie was. People started running out the doors and apparently my Mom was heading in and realized something had gone wrong. I came out the other doors in what can only be described as a state of pure hysteria. Something I will never live down, I am sure. I managed to pull it together when I realized my Mom was likely going to slap me if I didn't. It was two sisters, one with a little girl that had graduated that jumped the dad. I guess there was preexisting tension that had turned violent before. This I found out by the talk around me, which is also where I picked up todays title, a direct quote. I am no stranger to fights. My issue is the fact that we were at a Kindergarten graduation. It was so sad to hear parents walking out telling their kids they would have a special cake and party for them at home. The kids were upset and scared. At least I gave everyone something additional to talk about. No one will not soon forget the urine soaked white lady that went hysterical. In the end, the little boy was retrieved, his mom had been involved. Silas walked out from where the fight was, totally oblivious. Saul hit his head on the door in the rush to get out. I gathered all the kids into the car. Elijah laughed and said he knew something would happen. Luisa was totally composed. The cops came and took reports. I went back for cake.

A.F. Sheppard

Yesterday, my Grandfather passed away. He went by Fred, but his full name was Arthur Frederick Sheppard. He raised three sons and a daughter and retired as a postman. I thank God that the end was peaceful and that my Dad was with him. He has always been active and healthy and had been declining the last few years. I really cannot believe he is gone. I have not spent lots of time with Grandpa but he has always been around. I have just always counted on the fact that I still had a living grandparent. I am lucky for all the time I was given with him. I wish that I had been able to have known my Grandmother, she died when I was just a baby. I share her middle name, Jane. I am happy that they are together again.

I formed my images of my Grandmother by listening intently every time there was a story told about her. I remember one time my Grandpa allowed me to look through a book of letters and cards they had exchanged, most of them during the war. It wasn't long before Esther, my step grandmother of the last 30 years, came upon us and told my Grandpa to put it away but I remember the feeling like she was right there with us. I have imagined her as always being by me, sort of a guardian angel and I wonder how Grandpa will play in this. I hope he will be around also. He has a great sense of humor. He has always been very grand and I have always loved how he talks. He was born in Florida and had a very "southern" way of speaking. He had a difficult childhood and upbringing. My Dad recently told me he was going to run away and join the circus when he was younger. Instead, he joined the Navy. He was based at Point Sur when he met my Grandma and one of my favorite stories is of him walking to see her. That is somewhere around 13 or 14 miles. The story is foggy and I'm sure I will be corrected but I believe there was a time limit on his leave and it may have been raining. Either way, the story has always seemed very romantic to me.
My Grandpa was a kind, loving man. I will miss him but I am happy that he is at peace and with my Grandma. I was unsure of posting this here. Nobody close to me has passed on since I have been blogging. But, this has been the place where I have chronicled my life. I feel I have written a lot about the people I love and this is befitting for someone that has been a big part of who I am. So, in memoery of my grandfather, I would like to make this weeks list about memories. Here are five memories I have of my Grandpa Fred......

#1. He called us Honeychild. Yes, it is one word, the way I heard it.The inflection and accent just cannot be matched or duplicated. And he always used the Jane in conjunction with my first name.

#2. One time when we were driving through the tunnel in Monterey I begged him to honk the horn, like everybody else does. He just said" Only MR's honk in the tunnel." I have never forgotten that.

#3. Riding in his car. He had a chocolate brown, little boxy BMW that had sheepskin seat covers and leather seats. They were the softest things I have ever sat on.

#4. Watching him stretch in the morning when I spent the night. He would change his calendar everyday and stretch. He tried on his Navy uniform every year on his birthday. That was how he judged his fitness. It almost always fit. When I stayed over he would fix breakfast. Jimmy Dean sausage and fresh squeezed orange juice.

#5. My grandpa always made me feel good about myself. Even when I felt horrible, he always told me I looked pretty. He always told me he was proud of my accomplishments. He took notice when I cut my hair.

I don't really know what else to say. This was a little harder than I thought. There are just too many memories. I cannot imagine what it is like for my Dad and I am thinking of him and praying for him. So let me end by thanking God for my time with Grandpa, the memories I have and the memories my children have. I love you Grandpa Fred, I hope you will come see me in my dreams. I will listen for you......

Spy Kids(and one adult)

I know I have posted already today but I have something new that's fun. Because I am mentally still 12 I had a lot of fun today. Pete had to work and Siobhan was hanging out at the mall with her other BFF Meaghan, who turned 13 today. So, Hans,Olive,Oscar and I went spying. Olive chose an appropriate spy outfit. I was this happy. We looked for about an hour before we spotted her. In that time I was a little stressed thinking she might have left the mall, which would have meant indefinite grounding.
Oscar claims to have awesome spying skills, but I felt I out spied him. He had the camo and Heely shoes but was not as inconspicuous as I would have liked. I wish I had taken a picture of Hans, who was really into it. He brought a doctors bag full of paraphernalia and when she ran he screamed"She's running! Catch her!" Still, we had a good 15 minutes or so until she noticed us. Then, she ran to the bathroom in horror.
I can't wait until she gets home to talk about it.