Thursday, March 24, 2011

Sometimes Your Big Sister Draws on Your Forehead with a Marker

Yah... I really don't know what else to say.


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Granted, It's a Simplified Edition, But STILL!!!

I hate to admit it, but sometimes I catch myself yelling at my kids.  I had hoped it wouldn't happen, but really I kinda expected it.

What I didn't expect was how often the words I would end up yelling would be,


I mean, I'm grateful that Claire and Scott love reading.  In theory it's a good thing.  But sometimes it seems like nothing gets accomplished in our house because halfway through doing it one or both of the older kids sees some sort of reading material and gets sucked in.  Scott especially can sit for well over an hour in his room, halfway dressed and reading an Andrew Lost book.  Each time I come in to check on him, I tell him to stop reading and get dressed.  That usually gets us one article of clothing further along in the process before he starts reading again.

I try to corral all the books, but I swear they get up and sneak into new places when I'm not looking.

The other day I went into Claire's room and saw Scott like this:

Yes, he was snuggled up in Claire's floral bed reading Anne of Green Gables.


Tuesday, March 22, 2011


Why is this okay...


But this isn't???

Seems to me that either way it's sugar on a stick, but the latter skips straight to the chocolate center and makes it actually delicious!


Tuesday, March 8, 2011

What Mom is Good For

Kate is SUCH a Daddy's girl.  She is finally just starting to say some words, but the one thing she clearly enunciates and has for a long time is, "DADDY!"

"Daddy!" her melodic voice intones with perfect diction.

I, however, am called, "MAH!"
In a screeching yell.

Yesterday M was in the other room while Kate was eating breakfast in her high chair.  She called for M, "Daddy!"

No response.



"DADDY!  DADDY!  DADDY!!!" all while pointing towards the other room where he is.

M was a bit absorbed with something on the computer, but I was sitting right in front of her at the dining room table.

"Kate, I'm right here.  Do you need something?" I asked her.


"Yes, I know Kate.  But he's busy."

"Daddy!  DADDY!  DADDY!  DADDY!  DADDY! ..."

I gave up trying to reason with her and kind of tuned out for awhile to get something done.  If she really needed something, she could just ask me.

"MAH!  MAH!!!  MAH!!!"

Suddenly, I heard her call me.  Did she finally want me???

"Yes, Kate?  Can I help you with something?"

Pointing back at the other room she demanded, "Daddy!"

Apparently I've been promoted from room decoration to messenger boy.