William! What happened to your hair?
Oh. Yeah. Well. I slept with the Santa hat on last night.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
It's cold
We were getting everyone ready to get out the door yesterday for school. As usual, it was later than I was hoping it would be. The big kids were ready, so I sent them out to the car to get buckled (we missed the bus, I usually don't drive them). When the door opened, Gemma stiffened and gasped as the blast of chilly garage air hit her.
"Brr!" She said.
A split second later, "I need hat."
She then turned to the box where we store the hats, gloves and other outdoor accessories. She dug around as I got my shoes on and organized her backpack.
"There! Just right!" She said as she plopped the striped cotton sun hat.
And then I took her to school.
"Brr!" She said.
A split second later, "I need hat."
She then turned to the box where we store the hats, gloves and other outdoor accessories. She dug around as I got my shoes on and organized her backpack.
"There! Just right!" She said as she plopped the striped cotton sun hat.
And then I took her to school.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Buttween
AMELIA: mom! Ask me to spell a hard word!
Mom: uuuuuhhhh... Between....
AMELIA: works quickly, tongue hanging out of her mouth....
I'm done!
Look! It spells between!
Mom: uuuuuhhhh... Between....
AMELIA: works quickly, tongue hanging out of her mouth....
I'm done!
Look! It spells between!
Gemma helps
For some reason, I had this rosy idea that it would be a heartwarming memory to roll out cinnamon roll dough with Gemma. We could listen to music, chat and I would help her roll. We would laugh and have a great time. I knew it would be a little messy, but sometimes making memories is messy!
I was not expecting the level of mess.
I changed her shirt twice and ultimately ended up putting her in the tub after she pulled up her pant leg to run the flour onto her legs and between her toes. She wasn't at all interested in the dough or what I was doing. The flour was the star attraction.
I was not expecting the level of mess.
I changed her shirt twice and ultimately ended up putting her in the tub after she pulled up her pant leg to run the flour onto her legs and between her toes. She wasn't at all interested in the dough or what I was doing. The flour was the star attraction.
I spy
Sweet Amelia was sick this week (so was William, but he rebounded quicker). She missed 2 days of school due to headaches, stomach aches and a fever.
She spent quite a bit of time in her room for 2 equally important reasons:
1. If staying home from school is too "fun", then the children will frequently be too "sick" to go to school. If you are sick, you need rest. The best place to rest is your bed.
2. To prevent infecting everyone else, namely Gemma. Gemma has no sense of personal space and no sense of limiting exposure to germs. She regularly licks playground equipment and grocery cart (when she agrees to ride).
Amelia was very understanding about the whole thing and stayed in her room without much complaint. She didn't feel like reading, she did a lot of drifting in and out of sleep.
One time, I came to check on her and found her chatting away.
Mama: who are you talking to?
Amelia: oh! Hi mom! I'm just playing a game.
Mama: you are?
Amelia: yes. Big bird and I are playing a little game of "I spy" (gesturing toward her lamp).
Mama: you are? What a great idea!
Amelia: yes, we are. I am winning.
She spent quite a bit of time in her room for 2 equally important reasons:
1. If staying home from school is too "fun", then the children will frequently be too "sick" to go to school. If you are sick, you need rest. The best place to rest is your bed.
2. To prevent infecting everyone else, namely Gemma. Gemma has no sense of personal space and no sense of limiting exposure to germs. She regularly licks playground equipment and grocery cart (when she agrees to ride).
Amelia was very understanding about the whole thing and stayed in her room without much complaint. She didn't feel like reading, she did a lot of drifting in and out of sleep.
One time, I came to check on her and found her chatting away.
Mama: who are you talking to?
Amelia: oh! Hi mom! I'm just playing a game.
Mama: you are?
Amelia: yes. Big bird and I are playing a little game of "I spy" (gesturing toward her lamp).
Mama: you are? What a great idea!
Amelia: yes, we are. I am winning.
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