We headed to my parents last weekend for a quick trip. On Saturday, Faith and I attended Allyson and Curtis' baby shower (our reason for the trip). On the drive down, Faith decided that she wanted to write some poetry. George helped her out with a little ditty for Allyson. Prepare to be amazed....
It farts, it stinks,
It's not just you,
It's baby too.
George was so pleased with this version that he added another line:
It farts, it stinks,
It burps, it drinks,
It's not just you,
It's baby too.
Faith wrote down the poem and gave it to Allyson at her baby shower. She thought Curtis would enjoy this special gift...and besides, as she said, "It's true."
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I'm not that messy mom
Blake loves to eat although he's getting messier and messier. How messy he gets is inversely proportional to how hungry he is. When he's power eating, no problem. Once he's satiated, then all manner of mess is created.
I took this picture after his meal of cereal, plums (made in my new mini food chopper!) and some sort of weird vegetable/fruit concoction that I got from the store. He has this wonderful ability to blow the food out of this mouth in such a way that it covers himself, the high chair and my glasses. It took a few days to work up to this coverage area, but now he's pretty good about it. The worst part is that Faith gets him going when she laughs at him and he thinks that this food spitting is a pretty good game. Hence, the mess.
As the piece de resistance, he then rubs his messy hands all over his face and suddenly he has the look of some modern art piece. He takes a lot of baths now. And me....I do a lot of laundry.
I took this picture after his meal of cereal, plums (made in my new mini food chopper!) and some sort of weird vegetable/fruit concoction that I got from the store. He has this wonderful ability to blow the food out of this mouth in such a way that it covers himself, the high chair and my glasses. It took a few days to work up to this coverage area, but now he's pretty good about it. The worst part is that Faith gets him going when she laughs at him and he thinks that this food spitting is a pretty good game. Hence, the mess.
As the piece de resistance, he then rubs his messy hands all over his face and suddenly he has the look of some modern art piece. He takes a lot of baths now. And me....I do a lot of laundry.
Movie star pose
I love this picture of Faith that I took on our front lawn over the weekend. (Or what's left of our front lawn as it's been beaten down by an infestation of crane flies and drought and our ongoing environmentally-friendly lack of watering...also we're too cheap.)
The first week of school was over and Faith loved it. She finally got to do math (counting by twos) on Thursday, so she was very happy. She also loved French and walked around saying, "Bonjour maman" one evening. Although, if you ask her what her favourite part of school is, she says, "Snack time." She's her father's daughter.
On the weekend, we helped Aunt Allyson put together her party favours for the baby shower this coming weekend. And, we didn't even eat much of the candy! After finishing up the favours, we took Blake and Faith out to the front lawn so we could sit in the shade and enjoy the warm weather. Hence the sunglasses pose.
The first week of school was over and Faith loved it. She finally got to do math (counting by twos) on Thursday, so she was very happy. She also loved French and walked around saying, "Bonjour maman" one evening. Although, if you ask her what her favourite part of school is, she says, "Snack time." She's her father's daughter.
On the weekend, we helped Aunt Allyson put together her party favours for the baby shower this coming weekend. And, we didn't even eat much of the candy! After finishing up the favours, we took Blake and Faith out to the front lawn so we could sit in the shade and enjoy the warm weather. Hence the sunglasses pose.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
First day of grade one....continued
We can safely say that the first day of grade one was a success. I picked up Faith from school today and was met with a very happy kid. She didn't stop talking from the time I picked her up until we walked in the front door. The summary is as follows:
"We had two lunches, but they're too short to eat all your food."
"We got to go outside for recess. The grade 1,2,3s get to play on the play equipment only in the first recess. The older kids get to play on the second recess." (This is grossly unfair, apparently.)
"There are lots of rules in Grade 1. You have to ask to get out of your seat!"
"I'm sitting with all people I know."
"Grade one isn't very good because we didn't do math today and didn't get any homework." (I almost wanted to check her temperature after this comment.)
"I met a girl who got lost in a cornfield." (What?)
Anyway, she was very excited still and is looking forward to going back to school tomorrow. And, she is still very gung-ho about making her lunch, which she did with George after her favourite supper of "plain noodles and salad".
The grade one adventure has begun.
"We had two lunches, but they're too short to eat all your food."
"We got to go outside for recess. The grade 1,2,3s get to play on the play equipment only in the first recess. The older kids get to play on the second recess." (This is grossly unfair, apparently.)
"There are lots of rules in Grade 1. You have to ask to get out of your seat!"
"I'm sitting with all people I know."
"Grade one isn't very good because we didn't do math today and didn't get any homework." (I almost wanted to check her temperature after this comment.)
"I met a girl who got lost in a cornfield." (What?)
Anyway, she was very excited still and is looking forward to going back to school tomorrow. And, she is still very gung-ho about making her lunch, which she did with George after her favourite supper of "plain noodles and salad".
The grade one adventure has begun.
First day of grade one
I dropped Faith off this morning for her first day of grade one...her very first day of all-day school. She was very excited about everything from making her own lunch, to picking out her clothes, to getting her own desk at school.
When she found out she was going to get her own desk, she yelled, "I'm so excited!" What a change from JK and SK!
She hasn't comprehended yet that she actually has to do work at school, I think.
When we got to school, it was a swarm of parents and kids waiting by the grade one door. We got to meet her teacher, Mrs. Witherspoon, and Faith even talked to her! Then, when the bell rang, we all trooped inside to see the kids' cubbies and classrooms. Faith's new desk is really a round table where she's sitting with her friend, and two other boys (which I'm sure I'll hear about when she gets home).
So, the first day has been a success so far. We'll see what she has to say when she gets home.
When she found out she was going to get her own desk, she yelled, "I'm so excited!" What a change from JK and SK!
She hasn't comprehended yet that she actually has to do work at school, I think.
When we got to school, it was a swarm of parents and kids waiting by the grade one door. We got to meet her teacher, Mrs. Witherspoon, and Faith even talked to her! Then, when the bell rang, we all trooped inside to see the kids' cubbies and classrooms. Faith's new desk is really a round table where she's sitting with her friend, and two other boys (which I'm sure I'll hear about when she gets home).
So, the first day has been a success so far. We'll see what she has to say when she gets home.
I did it...Blake finally gets a cheerio in his mouth
Blake jumped over a major hurdle on September 3rd. His pincer grasp and hand-eye coordination finally allowed him to get a cheerio into his mouth all by himself! This is most exciting for the rest of the family as it means we no longer have to get our fingers bitten off feeding him cheerio after cheerio.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Curly-headed flirter
Blake is definitely a smiler. Especially for the ladies.
I was telling George the other night at supper how he loves to smile at all the sales clerks when we are out shopping.
"Yeah," Faith piped up, "Even the ugly ones."
I was telling George the other night at supper how he loves to smile at all the sales clerks when we are out shopping.
"Yeah," Faith piped up, "Even the ugly ones."
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