Here is William's pinewood derby racecar.
He wanted it to look like a dinosaur. I think we accomplished that much...!
Monday, February 3, 2014
Amelia's pinewood car
Here is Amelia's pinewood derby car.
She painted it herself and wanted the back to have a "zig zag" design.
She painted it herself and wanted the back to have a "zig zag" design.
Blondie
I wonder what little blonde person got ahold of my phone? Someone has figured out how to turn on the camera without unlocking the phone!
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Lazy Saturday
We didn't have anywhere to be this morning. This was great because a) the weather was rainy/sleety/cold and b) we've spent the last few weekends running around. We were lazy and didn't get dressed right away. When we finally got everyone dressed, I asked John to comb Gemma's hair in the bathroom. John stood up to walk towards the bathroom.
Mama: Gemma! Gemma! Go with daddy and comb your hair!
Gemma: (gives me a long look. Puts the hood of her sweatshirt up over her hair. She then turned around and toddled after John into the bathroom.)
Mama: Gemma! Gemma! Go with daddy and comb your hair!
Gemma: (gives me a long look. Puts the hood of her sweatshirt up over her hair. She then turned around and toddled after John into the bathroom.)
Too beautiful
Last night, John cooked up a new to is vegetable pasta recipe. (It was good). Going in, we decided we weren't going to suffer through trying to make the kids eat this*. Some nights you just want to eat your fancy grown up meal in peace without kid whining.
In the chaos of getting everything served and to the table, the grown up meal made it to the table before the chicken nuggets. When William saw me carrying this plate, his eyes got wide. I knew he was worried about what would be on his plate.
Mama: hey William! Look at all these colors on my plate!
William: (nods head slowly)
Mama: isn't it great? Don't you want for try it?
William: NO WAY
Mama: (pretends to have hurt feelings) what? You don't want any of this special colorful pasta?
William:No...I.......no, mom. I don't want to eat any. It is just too beautiful to eat.
Nice save William, nice save.
*the usual house policy is: there is one meal. You don't have to like it, but you should try it. On nights we have something more "grown up", I try and bulk up on the fruit or other side item I know the kids will eat. This way, they get to try new things and I don't have to worry about putting the to bed hungry.
In the chaos of getting everything served and to the table, the grown up meal made it to the table before the chicken nuggets. When William saw me carrying this plate, his eyes got wide. I knew he was worried about what would be on his plate.
Mama: hey William! Look at all these colors on my plate!
William: (nods head slowly)
Mama: isn't it great? Don't you want for try it?
William: NO WAY
Mama: (pretends to have hurt feelings) what? You don't want any of this special colorful pasta?
William:No...I.......no, mom. I don't want to eat any. It is just too beautiful to eat.
Nice save William, nice save.
*the usual house policy is: there is one meal. You don't have to like it, but you should try it. On nights we have something more "grown up", I try and bulk up on the fruit or other side item I know the kids will eat. This way, they get to try new things and I don't have to worry about putting the to bed hungry.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Bugging out
Or.. The joys of owning a house.
I was in our basement cleaning last week when school was called off due to weather. I happened to glance at the window and notice the wood appeared slightly warped. I went over to investigate. When I pressed my finger on the spot, my finger went right through the (what should have been solid) board. As I continued to press, the hole grew larger and larger.
We have a new variety of visitor: terminates. Ugh. It isn't a cheap remedy, which coupled with our leaking roof (working on it) and problematic porch (currently in the contemplating phase of repair) adds to a house sized headache.
I was in our basement cleaning last week when school was called off due to weather. I happened to glance at the window and notice the wood appeared slightly warped. I went over to investigate. When I pressed my finger on the spot, my finger went right through the (what should have been solid) board. As I continued to press, the hole grew larger and larger.
We have a new variety of visitor: terminates. Ugh. It isn't a cheap remedy, which coupled with our leaking roof (working on it) and problematic porch (currently in the contemplating phase of repair) adds to a house sized headache.
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