Some may be "gifted" to random lawns throughout Seattle -- under the cover of darkness, of course.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
More birdbaths
I think my birdbath fetish may be winding down. Does everyone who wants one have one? Eric and Fred took the blue leaf one. Another wound up at our preschool auction.
Some may be "gifted" to random lawns throughout Seattle -- under the cover of darkness, of course.
Some may be "gifted" to random lawns throughout Seattle -- under the cover of darkness, of course.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Leg hair
I've already whined about this to most everyone, but a few weeks ago I noticed some tiny little leg hairs developing on Tristen. My first thought was, "Oh my god! He's not my pristine little baby anymore!" And my next thought was, "Oh my god; some day he is going to be a HAIRY MAN!"
This week he asked me to stop playfully spanking his booty when I'm helping him dress.
And last night he expressed an independent and worrisome opinion as I was teeing up music for dancing (we always have a mini dance party after work and before dinner on Fridays): "Mommy, I don't LIKE disco."
It's cliche, but I still can't get over it. They really do grow fast.
This week he asked me to stop playfully spanking his booty when I'm helping him dress.
And last night he expressed an independent and worrisome opinion as I was teeing up music for dancing (we always have a mini dance party after work and before dinner on Fridays): "Mommy, I don't LIKE disco."
It's cliche, but I still can't get over it. They really do grow fast.
Zoo Saturday
Tristen and Ruby in the wagon -- heavier still than last time I hauled them up Fremont Ave. Their wagon-riding days are numbered.
We walked to the zoo from Ruby's house -- thankfully near the top of Fremont hill. It rained off and on, so we took shelter in the Zoomasium and at the snack bar. Things 1 and 2 enjoyed pretending to be flamingos (see pic below). Plus we saw the penguins. And that penny drop on the way out is always a highlight.
We walked to the zoo from Ruby's house -- thankfully near the top of Fremont hill. It rained off and on, so we took shelter in the Zoomasium and at the snack bar. Things 1 and 2 enjoyed pretending to be flamingos (see pic below). Plus we saw the penguins. And that penny drop on the way out is always a highlight.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Devilish angel boy
This is the little devil who pooped in the bathtub on purpose last night.
He is the wiggly brat who refused to sit still on the airplane back from Grandma's, spent at least 20 minutes wailing because his art supplies were missing stickers, and then loudly exclaimed as we were waiting to get off the plane, "Get your damn booty out of my face!" (five times).
He is also the perfect angel who proactively raised an issue as we snuggled up for story time: "You guys have been yelling at me a lot lately."
So then we had to talk calmly about what makes Mommy and Daddy mad and leads to us raise our voices. Tristen agreed that he "hasn't been listening to messages" and that he's been "wild with his body" -- his words, thanks to the world's most awesome preschool teachers. In the end, we all promised to try harder.
Whew; the days are full.
He is the wiggly brat who refused to sit still on the airplane back from Grandma's, spent at least 20 minutes wailing because his art supplies were missing stickers, and then loudly exclaimed as we were waiting to get off the plane, "Get your damn booty out of my face!" (five times).
He is also the perfect angel who proactively raised an issue as we snuggled up for story time: "You guys have been yelling at me a lot lately."
So then we had to talk calmly about what makes Mommy and Daddy mad and leads to us raise our voices. Tristen agreed that he "hasn't been listening to messages" and that he's been "wild with his body" -- his words, thanks to the world's most awesome preschool teachers. In the end, we all promised to try harder.
Whew; the days are full.
Bruiser
Here Tristen shows off his black eye. What happened? At preschool, Tristen was running really fast, playing freeze tag. Jackson was standing really still, holding a toy truck.
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