I love the blue marker residue on her face. I feel like she is looking at me in defense, "What...I am just sitting here coloring, I wouldn't put marker in my mouth!?!"
Monday, April 29, 2013
Is that a sandwich?
K still loves to put whatever she can into her mouth. I usually respond by saying in a silly voice, "Oh K, that _________ is not a sandwich." Then I attempt to remove whatever is in her mouth. The other day K and A were coloring, I think I was busy talking to somebody... A looked over and announced, "Oh K, that marker is not a sandwich!"
I love the blue marker residue on her face. I feel like she is looking at me in defense, "What...I am just sitting here coloring, I wouldn't put marker in my mouth!?!"
I love the blue marker residue on her face. I feel like she is looking at me in defense, "What...I am just sitting here coloring, I wouldn't put marker in my mouth!?!"
Happiness is...
A doggie bag full of dandelions (a.k.a. beautiful flowers).
I think it is fair to say that spring has finally sprung here in the Klamath Basin. There are beautiful flowers sprouting up everywhere. But A is not allowed to pick the beautiful flowers that people work hard to put in their yard. She is however allowed to pick as many dandelions as she likes. I love children's perceptions because for A the abundant dandelions are as wonderful as the tulips and petunias that are starting to appear.
At one of C's most recent track meets A filled a doggie bag with dandelions. She explained that she was going to bring them home to their mommy and daddy. We didn't think much of this, but allowed the bag of now dead weeds to be loaded into the car. When A got home it was time for bath and bed, but she pleaded, "Just one second I will be really quick." She saw that a negative response was on my lips and then with a hip sway and a tilted head and all the cuteness she could muster, "Really quick, my flowers need their mommy and daddy." This time she didn't wait for a response. She was off.
A few minutes later I wandered down the driveway to find her. She was hard at work planting her flowers. But it was getting dark, and suddenly the train whistle blew. She leaped up into the air, "I don't like that sound!" And she dashed up the stairs and into the house. Bath time!
The next morning she had not forgotten her flower duty. Before breakfast she ran off to plant her flowers.
The big dandelion on the left is growing in our planter box. All the tiny ones on the ground have been meticulously placed there by A. She was totally thrilled with herself.
A quickly noted that she was putting the "beautiful flowers" with their mommy (dandelion at the bottom on the left) and daddy (big yellow flower toward the top of the image). So unfair that the daddy's are always bigger and more beautiful than the mommies.
I love that she planned this whole thing at a track meet in White City. She knew these two mommy and daddy flowers were growing in our planter box and really wanted to bring their babies to them.
I think it is fair to say that spring has finally sprung here in the Klamath Basin. There are beautiful flowers sprouting up everywhere. But A is not allowed to pick the beautiful flowers that people work hard to put in their yard. She is however allowed to pick as many dandelions as she likes. I love children's perceptions because for A the abundant dandelions are as wonderful as the tulips and petunias that are starting to appear.
At one of C's most recent track meets A filled a doggie bag with dandelions. She explained that she was going to bring them home to their mommy and daddy. We didn't think much of this, but allowed the bag of now dead weeds to be loaded into the car. When A got home it was time for bath and bed, but she pleaded, "Just one second I will be really quick." She saw that a negative response was on my lips and then with a hip sway and a tilted head and all the cuteness she could muster, "Really quick, my flowers need their mommy and daddy." This time she didn't wait for a response. She was off.
A few minutes later I wandered down the driveway to find her. She was hard at work planting her flowers. But it was getting dark, and suddenly the train whistle blew. She leaped up into the air, "I don't like that sound!" And she dashed up the stairs and into the house. Bath time!
The next morning she had not forgotten her flower duty. Before breakfast she ran off to plant her flowers.
The big dandelion on the left is growing in our planter box. All the tiny ones on the ground have been meticulously placed there by A. She was totally thrilled with herself.
A quickly noted that she was putting the "beautiful flowers" with their mommy (dandelion at the bottom on the left) and daddy (big yellow flower toward the top of the image). So unfair that the daddy's are always bigger and more beautiful than the mommies.
I love that she planned this whole thing at a track meet in White City. She knew these two mommy and daddy flowers were growing in our planter box and really wanted to bring their babies to them.
Happiness is...
A favorite outfit!!!
A insists on wearing this outfit whenever it is clean (and sometimes when it isn't). The panda hat isn't always part of it, but it is quite fulfilling for her to pair her sparkles with a hat. She has very low tolerance for clothing that does not sparkle or twirl.
A insists on wearing this outfit whenever it is clean (and sometimes when it isn't). The panda hat isn't always part of it, but it is quite fulfilling for her to pair her sparkles with a hat. She has very low tolerance for clothing that does not sparkle or twirl.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Birthdays in Bend
C and K have birthdays that are one week apart, so it seems we end up having a birthday "season." K's birthday fell on a Sunday this year. He wanted to go motorcycle riding. After church we headed to White City for some moto-cross. I will upload pictures later, they are on the camera. Happy Birthday to my incredible, lovable 10 and 12 year-old boys! They are both so wonderful and I thank God for them everyday!
C's birthday was the following weekend. So we rented a house in Bend, and let the boys go skiing have a sleepover with their friends J and J.
I do have birthday pictures...but they are on the camera (not my phone). I will have to download them SOON!
While Johan took the boys skiing, the girls and I walked to the Old Mill district for lunch and shopping. A loves to shop. I mean seriously loves to shop. I can't even fathom it, because I abhor shopping. A on the other hand comes alive in the stores. She enjoys chatting with other shoppers, and sales people, and generally just strutting around the store, admiring merchandise. When she sees something she likes she runs to it, and pronounces in a tone of breathy, excitement, "Mama, this is beautiful!" She also REALLY loves accessories. I think she tried on all of the costume jewelry at Banana Republic.
Here she is at the Gap, in her glory...
That day she picked out a sequin top at the Gap. It is the only thing that she ever wants to wear. I got a few pictures of it at home, but I couldn't get her to stop for very long to pose.
I have never once had a fight with the boys over clothes. To this day they wear what I hand them and could truly care less. A on the other hand wants to wear something "pretty" everyday. And by pretty she means, pink and/or sparkly. The trashier the better.
This particular sequin top is hand wash only. So it isn't always clean...but I am trying to be a good sport. She loves this top. I have to coax her out of it at bedtime, explaining, "Your sequins may get ruined if you sleep in it." It doesn't help that she gets tons of compliments on her sequin top. The other day at C's track practice it was chilly, but she did not want to wear a jacket which would cover up her sequins. The sun made that top sparkle like crazy, it was kind of cool. But two of the track girls totally stopped what they were doing, to have a dramatic conversation with A about her pretty top and how sparkly she was, and, "Oh my you look like a mermaid!" A of course loved and skipped and twirled around like the red carpet was out and the paparazzi were waiting.
C's birthday was the following weekend. So we rented a house in Bend, and let the boys go skiing have a sleepover with their friends J and J.
I do have birthday pictures...but they are on the camera (not my phone). I will have to download them SOON!
While Johan took the boys skiing, the girls and I walked to the Old Mill district for lunch and shopping. A loves to shop. I mean seriously loves to shop. I can't even fathom it, because I abhor shopping. A on the other hand comes alive in the stores. She enjoys chatting with other shoppers, and sales people, and generally just strutting around the store, admiring merchandise. When she sees something she likes she runs to it, and pronounces in a tone of breathy, excitement, "Mama, this is beautiful!" She also REALLY loves accessories. I think she tried on all of the costume jewelry at Banana Republic.
Here she is at the Gap, in her glory...
That day she picked out a sequin top at the Gap. It is the only thing that she ever wants to wear. I got a few pictures of it at home, but I couldn't get her to stop for very long to pose.
I have never once had a fight with the boys over clothes. To this day they wear what I hand them and could truly care less. A on the other hand wants to wear something "pretty" everyday. And by pretty she means, pink and/or sparkly. The trashier the better.
This particular sequin top is hand wash only. So it isn't always clean...but I am trying to be a good sport. She loves this top. I have to coax her out of it at bedtime, explaining, "Your sequins may get ruined if you sleep in it." It doesn't help that she gets tons of compliments on her sequin top. The other day at C's track practice it was chilly, but she did not want to wear a jacket which would cover up her sequins. The sun made that top sparkle like crazy, it was kind of cool. But two of the track girls totally stopped what they were doing, to have a dramatic conversation with A about her pretty top and how sparkly she was, and, "Oh my you look like a mermaid!" A of course loved and skipped and twirled around like the red carpet was out and the paparazzi were waiting.
State Chess Tournament
Last weekend we traveled to Portland for the state chess tournament. Both boys qualified as individuals and as part of a team. K was the top K-4th grader in our region, so he went as an individual and part of the Roosevelt chess team. C was the top 6th grader in our region, so he went as an individual and part of the Ponderosa chess team.
The first day of competition is the team day. Both teams finished about in the middle of the pack.
The second day of competition is the individual day. So both boys had two very long, challenging days of chess. I have never seen so many kids shed tears over a board game as I have the last three years at the state chess tournament. The kids and the parents take this event VERY seriously. C couldn't sleep the night before.
K finished with one win, three ties, and one loss, right in the middle. He was happy.
C finished third place!!!! I was so proud!!!
I have more pictures, but they on the other camera. For now, this is from my phone. A picture of C in his final match.
The first day of competition is the team day. Both teams finished about in the middle of the pack.
The second day of competition is the individual day. So both boys had two very long, challenging days of chess. I have never seen so many kids shed tears over a board game as I have the last three years at the state chess tournament. The kids and the parents take this event VERY seriously. C couldn't sleep the night before.
K finished with one win, three ties, and one loss, right in the middle. He was happy.
C finished third place!!!! I was so proud!!!
I have more pictures, but they on the other camera. For now, this is from my phone. A picture of C in his final match.
Where is K?!?
K is getting so fun. She is really animated. Here she is playing peek-a-boo with me in the car on our long drive home from Portland. Moments before I took these pictures she was bored and crying... But then I asked in my own animated voice, "Where is K?" She quickly recognized that I wanted to play and covered her face...
A few seconds later... "There she is!!!"
A few seconds later... "There she is!!!"
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
End of January!?!
We finally got the Christmas tree off the deck...lights are still on the house...but we are calling them "winter lights," so I have a couple more months before those have to come down, right? I meant to be a blogging fool this year, but it looks like I will only manage two posts this month. February will be better...
Here is a quick January wrap up:
Who doesn't love a man who does exactly what you tell him to, exactly when you tell him to? K is so good to A. A will announce, "K, I want you push me." Usually he responds enthusiastically, retrieving the laundry basket and loading it up with stuffed animals for a softer ride. Little K is totally in on it now too, she doesn't want to miss anything.
The girls were getting heavy in one basket, so K put them in separate baskets... not sure if it helped, but they loved the train.
Here is a quick January wrap up:
The girls were getting heavy in one basket, so K put them in separate baskets... not sure if it helped, but they loved the train.
A has always had one drawer in the kitchen that she was aloud to pull stuff out of and make a mess of. Until about a month ago that meant that A would empty the contents of this drawer onto the kitchen floor on a daily basis. A outgrew the drawer and for the last few weeks I haven't had to trip over sippy cups and plastic bowls. It was a short lived luxury...
Little K discovered the drawer, and being considerably more petite than A at this age she crawls into the drawer. A was overcome by jealousy when she spotted little K in the drawer. But A weighs in at 40 lbs. I couldn't let her climb in. It didn't take long for little K to learn that she could pull out the drawers above and use them to scaffold her way up. Super cute and fun to watch, but the danger factor drove me to throw out my veto power.
Here is a shot of little K sporting her carrot dinner on her chin. It is funny to me because she eats just like A used to. For foods that require lots of chewing (fresh carrots, apples, etc.) she merely bites into them, sucks on them for a bit, and then spits them out. The result is a nice little pile of food that looks as though it has been through a food processor.
The boys are doing tae kwon do again, and Miss. A wants desperately to do everything they do. They were running around getting ready for tae kwon do when Miss. A proudly presented herself before me in the kitchen and announced, "I ready for typing wan do!"
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