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Last Saturday we went strawberry picking. Here's a slideshow:
http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc98/luvmy5monkeys/June/?action=view¤t=afdcafed.pbw
You might notice that Moira is the least 'girly' looking then normal. She was MAD at me that I wouldn't let her wear a dress, but you can't pick strawberries in a dress...we'll maybe you can, but that's just because you are very talented. Or you live on Little House On the Prairie. ("Pa Ingalls is that you?") Anyway, I did notice something...people were letting their kids eat the strawberries. Is that normal? I let the kids each try one, and kind of felt bad about that, but other people were just letting their kids sit and chow down on them. Is that an expected normal thing to do? I just found that weird.
**Gift From Booba**
Gideon brought an art project home the other day. It looks kind of like a Pillsbury Dough Boy holding 3 little dough boys (one in it's arms, one on it's back and one on it's head). Gideon said the one in it's arms was him, the one on the head is Spencer and the one on the back was Bastian. I asked who the 'dough boy' was and he said "It's you Mama" *sniff sniff* My boy made me a statue just because he wanted to. How sweet is that? Here are a couple pictures of it:
http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc98/luvmy5monkeys/June/?action=view¤t=statue001.jpg
http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc98/luvmy5monkeys/June/?action=view¤t=statue004.jpg
***Last Day of School (or, "CRAP! Now what do we do?")***
Today was the last day of school. So, we went out for our traditional Last day Of School Lunch. There is a restaurant on 104 about 15 minutes from us, Grestoffski's Tavern or something like that. It's like a big 50's diner...and you know how much I love diners! We sat up at the counter, the kids loved it. The place is nice, good food and friendly staff. If you are ever out this way check them out. (As an aside for Dad, one of today's specials was fried bologna sandwich. I'm sure you haven't eaten one of those in what 15 years or more? But it made me think of you).
Oh, and for gifts for the boys teachers I sent them in with little packages of Oreo truffles for their teachers (http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/01/grocery-item-turns-gourmet.html- this blog is AWESOME!)
Only 68 days left until school starts...not that I'm counting or anything.
Just so you know, we are going out of town from this Saturday till July 9th, so no blogs for a while (awww, baby, don't cry. You know I love you) There should be approximately 7 billion pictures to show you when we get back.
I guess I better go. Lincoln is running around butt naked. But, you know, my day just isn't complete without someone running across the room nude....
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Can you train a house fly??
***Legendary Rocker....or Lincoln??*** (copied from my board)
Lincoln's newest thing is he licks things. No idea why. He will pick up a toy (book, pen, stuffed animal...you get the idea) and lick it. And not just a little lick. I mean a full on top to bottom lick. It is weird. I'm hoping if I ignore it he will stop.
Well, today I go to get him out of bed from nap, and he holds his hands out to me, so I kiss his palm. Which is slimy. Not just a little damp, I mean one step below dripping wet. SLIMY. I think he must have entertained himself by licking his hands while he waited for me to come get him. YUCK.
Bastian got these weird glasses things from school, part of an experiment the class did, and Lincoln is obsessed with them. I think they make him look like Elton John...can you tell who is who?
***My Super Sad 3 year old*** (again copied from my board)
I was doing my workout yesterday morning (I play the DVD on my laptop) and Moira and Lincoln were...well, I'll just say they had a lot of energy and were bugging the stuffing out of each other. So, before I started I asked Moira if she wanted to do her 'Bella Dancerella' DVD, she has the Disney Princess one. She did it one time back in Feb on her birthday, so I thought it would be a neat distraction for her. She had a ball, she did the whole DVD and then wanted to do it a second time. But, the second time she realized that she didn't have the 'wand' that the girls on the DVD had and she asked for it. I knew it is in the toy room, but I was deep into the last 10 minutes of my workout so I told her I would get it as soon as I was done. She said "Ok." then sat down. I look over a few minutes later and she was just sitting on her little vanity stool watching me...she looked so pitifully sad that I just had to take a picture:
Then I did stop my workout and got her the wand...I'm a sucker for a sad face and crazy morning hair.
***I have a 'Random Licker'- EWWWWWW!*** (copied from my board)
Lincoln's newest thing is he licks things. No idea why. He will pick up a toy (book, pen, stuffed animal...you get the idea) and lick it. And not just a little lick. I mean a full on top to bottom lick. It is weird. I'm hoping if I ignore it he will stop.
Well, today I go to get him out of bed from nap, and he holds his hands out to me, so I kiss his palm. Which is slimy. Not just a little damp, I mean one step below dripping wet. SLIMY. I think he must have entertained himself by licking his hands while he waited for me to come get him. YUCK.
***I'm recycling my board posts LOL*** (NOT copied from my board hahaha)
Sorry for all the copied from my board posts, but I shared a bunch of monkey stories there this week, which I also feel the need to share with you.
*** The Thought That Inspired The Title Of This Post (Can you train a house fly?)***
I was thinking how much easier my day would be if house flies were trainable. See, Moira hates bugs. Loathes them. Runs away freaking out if she sees one. So, as I was telling her for the 15th time to "GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!!" and "STOP PLAYING IN THE WATER!!!" I thought how wonderful it would be if I could just say to our pet fly:
"Marty, go fly around in the kitchen"....and then Moira would stay out of there. Brilliant, right?
I'm assuming at this point you are thinking "Why is her pet fly named Marty?"
Well, 2 reasons---
1) His full name is Marty McFly, like Michael J. Fox's character in the Back To The Future movies. Great name for a pet fly, isn't it?
and 2) He just looks like a Marty...this hypothetical pet fly I'm thinking of.
Although I did just realize that flies have a lifespan of what, 2 days? I guess if you add in the time involved in teaching a new fly to understand English then training him to follow commands...then having to do a funeral every 2 days, I guess it's not practical. Darn. I was looking forward to Marty, and maybe his wife Bea (Bee, get it? Come on, that was funny! Thank you! I'll be here all week...don't forget to tip your waitress)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
You know you're my favorite, right?
haha, that is what I tell all the kids whenever they have been especially helpful. Gideon has caught on to it though. He says I can only have 1 favorite. I told him that they are all my favorites but he just shakes his head at me, rolls his eyes and says "Favorite means 1 Mama, not 5. You can't have 5!" I think he's wrong. I can have 5 favorites. 'Cause I'm the Mama and I said so. So there! (I'm sticking out my tongue by the way)
**(from now on when I shift topics in the blog I'll do these little starry thingys...what the heck are those called??) Anyway, topic #2: The subtle signs of maturity from a 10 year old.
I noticed something the other morning when I was brushing my teeth. The was an extra toothbrush in the cup. Since I'm pretty sure my toothbrush didn't have a baby, I took a closer look. It is Spencer's toothbrush. Huh. We have all the kids toothbrushes in the downstairs bathroom. Because I use the upstairs bathroom (hey, it's a form of exercise to go up the stairs every time I need to go potty, right??). Anyway, I figure keep the kids toothbrushes downstairs so I don't have to see the toothpaste all over the sink everyday. I have a weird fantasy that if I can't see the mess and if I don't acknowledge the mess, then there is no mess. Kind of like the spoon bender scene in the Matrix (for those non-geeks out there: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28kOO6qDk7s&feature=related) So, yes it is a form of denial, but if it gets me out of having to scrub the sink twice a day then I can live with it. Anyway, again, I noticed Spencer's toothbrush was in the cup with Dennis's and mine. He didn't ask to keep it up there, he just quietly made the switch on his own. I'm thinking that it is a small sign that he wants to be treated like a big guy not a kid. I haven't said anything to him about it. Partly because I have no idea what to say, but partly because I'm afraid I'll start crying like a baby if I do say something: "I notice your toothbrush is in the upstairs bathroom *deep breath*...is it because you want to separate yourself from the younger kids? *sniff sniff*....Do you feel that you are more mature and want to show your independence? *sniffle*....Are you trying to show me that you are not a little boy anymore?*sob sob*.....Do you want me to start treating you like a young man and not my baby? *and this is when I become a blubbering idiot and start doing the ugly cry*".....Of course there is always a chance that he'd say "No, I just brought my toothbrush up because I like to look out the window when I brush my teeth." But, I cant take that chance. Trust me, no one wants to see my ugly cry. So, I'll let him keep his Shrek toothbrush in among our boring grownup toothbrushes.
**Dennis gets silly**
The other day I bought a can of mixed nuts. That night I had a handful for a snack. One of the walnuts I had was over roasted or something, it tasted bitter. So a couple nights later Dennis was going to have some of the nuts.
me: Be careful of the walnuts.
Dennis: Why? (then he opens the can and looks in and says) Oh, they have guns!
I literally almost fell over I was laughing so hard. I mean, holding my sides tears running down my face laughing until I can't catch my breathe laughing. Maybe you had to be there, but it was hysterical!
**Babies get checked out**
I took the babies in for their well baby checkups yesterday. Ok, I'm about a month late for Lincolns and 4 months late for Moira's, but who's counting right? Here's the quickie version of the appointment:
Lincoln's stats:
Height: 36.5 inches (above 95th percentile)
Weight: 28 pounds (about 60th percentile)
Head Circumference: 19.75 inches (between 90 and 95th percentile)
And Moira's stats are:
Height: 41 inches (above 95th percentile)
Weight: 30 pounds (about 30th percentile)
Head Circumference: 20 inches (between 90 and 95th percentile)
They are very healthy and very big :)
**PICTURES!!!!**
And last but not least....some pictures! But only pictures of my favorite. (from playing in the sprinkler yesterday afternoon)
And, before I sign off, I just want to say from the bottom of my heart, you know that YOU are my favorite, right?
**(from now on when I shift topics in the blog I'll do these little starry thingys...what the heck are those called??) Anyway, topic #2: The subtle signs of maturity from a 10 year old.
I noticed something the other morning when I was brushing my teeth. The was an extra toothbrush in the cup. Since I'm pretty sure my toothbrush didn't have a baby, I took a closer look. It is Spencer's toothbrush. Huh. We have all the kids toothbrushes in the downstairs bathroom. Because I use the upstairs bathroom (hey, it's a form of exercise to go up the stairs every time I need to go potty, right??). Anyway, I figure keep the kids toothbrushes downstairs so I don't have to see the toothpaste all over the sink everyday. I have a weird fantasy that if I can't see the mess and if I don't acknowledge the mess, then there is no mess. Kind of like the spoon bender scene in the Matrix (for those non-geeks out there: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28kOO6qDk7s&feature=related) So, yes it is a form of denial, but if it gets me out of having to scrub the sink twice a day then I can live with it. Anyway, again, I noticed Spencer's toothbrush was in the cup with Dennis's and mine. He didn't ask to keep it up there, he just quietly made the switch on his own. I'm thinking that it is a small sign that he wants to be treated like a big guy not a kid. I haven't said anything to him about it. Partly because I have no idea what to say, but partly because I'm afraid I'll start crying like a baby if I do say something: "I notice your toothbrush is in the upstairs bathroom *deep breath*...is it because you want to separate yourself from the younger kids? *sniff sniff*....Do you feel that you are more mature and want to show your independence? *sniffle*....Are you trying to show me that you are not a little boy anymore?*sob sob*.....Do you want me to start treating you like a young man and not my baby? *and this is when I become a blubbering idiot and start doing the ugly cry*".....Of course there is always a chance that he'd say "No, I just brought my toothbrush up because I like to look out the window when I brush my teeth." But, I cant take that chance. Trust me, no one wants to see my ugly cry. So, I'll let him keep his Shrek toothbrush in among our boring grownup toothbrushes.
**Dennis gets silly**
The other day I bought a can of mixed nuts. That night I had a handful for a snack. One of the walnuts I had was over roasted or something, it tasted bitter. So a couple nights later Dennis was going to have some of the nuts.
me: Be careful of the walnuts.
Dennis: Why? (then he opens the can and looks in and says) Oh, they have guns!
I literally almost fell over I was laughing so hard. I mean, holding my sides tears running down my face laughing until I can't catch my breathe laughing. Maybe you had to be there, but it was hysterical!
**Babies get checked out**
I took the babies in for their well baby checkups yesterday. Ok, I'm about a month late for Lincolns and 4 months late for Moira's, but who's counting right? Here's the quickie version of the appointment:
Lincoln's stats:
Height: 36.5 inches (above 95th percentile)
Weight: 28 pounds (about 60th percentile)
Head Circumference: 19.75 inches (between 90 and 95th percentile)
And Moira's stats are:
Height: 41 inches (above 95th percentile)
Weight: 30 pounds (about 30th percentile)
Head Circumference: 20 inches (between 90 and 95th percentile)
They are very healthy and very big :)
**PICTURES!!!!**
And last but not least....some pictures! But only pictures of my favorite. (from playing in the sprinkler yesterday afternoon)
And, before I sign off, I just want to say from the bottom of my heart, you know that YOU are my favorite, right?
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