Faith's riding stable had a Halloween party on Sunday...and she won the Best Costume prize. She dressed up as a pirate (specifically Elizabeth, from Pirates of the Carribean), complete with sword and gold-painted shirt. (My craftiness is limitless...I mean limited.) She also said she "put on a cute face" so she won. When she demonstrated, it was somewhere between sad puppy dog and cute kitten.
Her prize? A light-up pumpkin. George was thrilled. :)
Monday, October 27, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
How many heart attacks in one afternoon???
I picked the kids up from school today and settled in for what I thought was a normal, afterschool experience. Well, except for the voting. We toddled over to the school gym to vote in the federal election. After doing my civic duty, it was off to the house for snacks, etc.
It all started out normally enough...until Faith proceeded to dump all of caterpillar's poop onto the kitchen table. Yes. She has a pet caterpillar right now, and the bugger won't die. She brings it to school, plays with it at home, and feeds it leaves she plucks from outside. And, it poops. A lot apparently. Picture rabbit turns, but about 100 times smaller. Anyway, I cleaned up about a hundred of these from my kitchen table and then gave the kids a snack while the little caterpillar dude became free-range as Faith cleaned out his home.
Then, Blake decided to check out the fish tank while I checked out some emails. This means I'm standing right beside him. He's really taken to the fish lately, and likes to open the top of the tank to terrorize...I mean study...them. All of a sudden, I hear BANG and a wail. He had climbed into Faith's doll stroller to get a better look, overbalanced and banged his chin on the table holding the tank. This resulted in a mild heart attack on my part, a scrape on his chin, and major tears.
As I'm trying to calm him down, I see a piece of white on his tongue. "Oh my god! He chipped his tooth." So, I'm panicking and call the dentist to see what I should do. After we determine that I'll wait and see if I can get a better look in his mouth, and he spits out another piece of white substance, I realized that he had snuck a couple pieces of cauliflower when I was chopping it up for supper. Doh!
Then, as I'm making supper a little later, I look over at the kitchen table to see Blake standing ON THE ARM of the captain's chair, his little toes curled around the edge, reaching into the second shelf of the china cabinet with a look of intense concentration. I ran across the room to grab him and found that he was trying his best to reach past the good wine glasses to snag a small Russian doll!! Good grief!
When he spilled half the container of brown sugar on the floor, this seemed like a cake walk. He even tried to clean it up.
It was at this point I just wanted to put everyone to bed and have a glass of wine...and it was only 5:00.
It all started out normally enough...until Faith proceeded to dump all of caterpillar's poop onto the kitchen table. Yes. She has a pet caterpillar right now, and the bugger won't die. She brings it to school, plays with it at home, and feeds it leaves she plucks from outside. And, it poops. A lot apparently. Picture rabbit turns, but about 100 times smaller. Anyway, I cleaned up about a hundred of these from my kitchen table and then gave the kids a snack while the little caterpillar dude became free-range as Faith cleaned out his home.
Then, Blake decided to check out the fish tank while I checked out some emails. This means I'm standing right beside him. He's really taken to the fish lately, and likes to open the top of the tank to terrorize...I mean study...them. All of a sudden, I hear BANG and a wail. He had climbed into Faith's doll stroller to get a better look, overbalanced and banged his chin on the table holding the tank. This resulted in a mild heart attack on my part, a scrape on his chin, and major tears.
As I'm trying to calm him down, I see a piece of white on his tongue. "Oh my god! He chipped his tooth." So, I'm panicking and call the dentist to see what I should do. After we determine that I'll wait and see if I can get a better look in his mouth, and he spits out another piece of white substance, I realized that he had snuck a couple pieces of cauliflower when I was chopping it up for supper. Doh!
Then, as I'm making supper a little later, I look over at the kitchen table to see Blake standing ON THE ARM of the captain's chair, his little toes curled around the edge, reaching into the second shelf of the china cabinet with a look of intense concentration. I ran across the room to grab him and found that he was trying his best to reach past the good wine glasses to snag a small Russian doll!! Good grief!
When he spilled half the container of brown sugar on the floor, this seemed like a cake walk. He even tried to clean it up.
It was at this point I just wanted to put everyone to bed and have a glass of wine...and it was only 5:00.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
How many years?
It's Happy Anniversary to Mom and Dad. I'd say how many years, but then you could figure out how old I am. :)
Monday, October 06, 2008
Happy Birthday Mom!
A big happy birthday to Mom/Gramma from the clan. If you slow down enough to read this, we hope you have a great birthday and take a little time to pamper yourself. You are usually so busy taking care of everyone else...put some of that energy to good use and put your feet up. :)
Love,
Robin, George, Faith, and Blake
Love,
Robin, George, Faith, and Blake
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Blake's 19th and 20th month
To Blake:
OK. Mommy's been a little delinquent in her blog writing lately. I can make lots of excuses (summer vacations, weddings, life), but you can use this in your therapy later in life.
Let's see. What's been going on with you lately? Oh, yes. Words. Lots of them. In sentences, loud, over and over and over. You have discovered the joy of talking, and you won't shut up. Of course, this is the good stage of talking, when you are cute, and don't talk back, call your sister names, or learn swear words from your Grampa. So, I'm enjoying our little conversations about backhoes, and trucks, and various types of food you want to eat. And, your word for help right now..."MUM.MEEE".
You also like to talk on the phone. Not big conversations. Mostly, "Hi Buppa" and "Bye". But, it's earning you big points with the grandparents, which I'm sure will convert into Christmas booty for you.
You have also become fairly obstinate. As Faith says "They shouldn't call it the terrible twos, they should call it the terrible ones." Your favourite phrase right now is "No, no, no, no, no." Followed closely by "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine." If these two items fail, then a big scream also works.
But, when you're not pulling her hair, biting (yes...you did bite the neighbour....low moment), or hitting her, the best times are watching you and your sister play around the house. She's definitely still the "big sister", but watching you guys scream through the front hall laugung and giggling is like watching my favourite episodes of MASH--funny and touching at the same time.
Love,
Mom
OK. Mommy's been a little delinquent in her blog writing lately. I can make lots of excuses (summer vacations, weddings, life), but you can use this in your therapy later in life.
Let's see. What's been going on with you lately? Oh, yes. Words. Lots of them. In sentences, loud, over and over and over. You have discovered the joy of talking, and you won't shut up. Of course, this is the good stage of talking, when you are cute, and don't talk back, call your sister names, or learn swear words from your Grampa. So, I'm enjoying our little conversations about backhoes, and trucks, and various types of food you want to eat. And, your word for help right now..."MUM.MEEE".
You also like to talk on the phone. Not big conversations. Mostly, "Hi Buppa" and "Bye". But, it's earning you big points with the grandparents, which I'm sure will convert into Christmas booty for you.
You have also become fairly obstinate. As Faith says "They shouldn't call it the terrible twos, they should call it the terrible ones." Your favourite phrase right now is "No, no, no, no, no." Followed closely by "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine." If these two items fail, then a big scream also works.
But, when you're not pulling her hair, biting (yes...you did bite the neighbour....low moment), or hitting her, the best times are watching you and your sister play around the house. She's definitely still the "big sister", but watching you guys scream through the front hall laugung and giggling is like watching my favourite episodes of MASH--funny and touching at the same time.
Love,
Mom
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