Thursday, December 20, 2007
Anyway, here are a few of my cameras last glorious moments filming the very one who would so unexpectedly turn violent... I don't know...maybe I had finally crossed the line by filming such a private moment for him?
Thursday, December 6, 2007
(...in more infamous ways than I had anticipated. )
For friday Dec. 7th Pearl Harbor Day, I had a great homeschool day planned. (yes, this is a very late post due to technichal difficulties.) I really wanted to recognize and remember Pearl Harbor Day as a very significant day in American history so I had planned to read to the kids about the history of it, Roosevelt's famous quote, watch some of the very well done battle scenes in the recent Pearl Harbor movie, and whatever else I could fit in. I had a big day planned.
I awoke and just couldn't resist running out back to snap a photo of these beautiful deer munching our rose bushes in the glorious morning sunrise. Apparently my two year old Owen couldn't resist locking his barefoot mother outside to scamper around in her pajamas on the icy ground trying to get back in. But fortunately...
...the four year old Essie had awoken to rescue me. Brian had been gone all week in Virginia on business and at this point I was hanging on by a thread, missing him, wanting to get in a good day of school and have the house looking and smelling very nice for him when he got home. First there was getting locked out, then there was that clogged toilet flooding... but fortunately for me again...
The little man of the house had a few good tricks up his sleeves. ;) Well...then there was this... and it was cute and funny with the sugar...but no, not today...
So why do I stand around taking pictures of these catastrophes, you ask? Well, it is a good way to let the frustration deflate and to see the future humor in what feels overwhelming at the time.
There was no cute name for it today...only messes...and messed up schedules...
Why do I even pretend to follow the Super Baby food diet. I don't. (said in Eeyore voice)
Sigh...more baths...more baths...always...baths...
I was in a hurry... I gave her an extra dose of water for the mischief...
But she LOOOOOOVES WATER as much as sugar and cocoa mix!
Is that a little look of remorse watching Gemma deal with the aftermath?
(sigh)...sometimes my Gemma makes Cinderella herself seem dowdy This was the real trouble maker so I made her take over the job instead of Gemma. Too bad it was such a fun punishment...
So at this point, dinner is VERY late, there have been NUMEROUS unanticipated interruptions throughout the day, hardly any schoolwork has been done, there is MORE laundry instead of less, the smells and appearance throughout the house (not to mention Mommy!) are not what I imagined my hard working husband coming home to... I am at this point doing mere "damage control".....when... I smell smoke. I run downstairs and the most acrid, cancerous smelling smoke you can imagine is billowing out of my kitchen. Essie... (yes, Essie again...) has decided to nuke some almonds in a plastic bowl in the microwave (none of which, btw, she is ever allowed to do. Not the microwave, not the almonds, not the plastic bowl....). The plastic bowl is now melting and full of blackened almonds. I stop the microwave, rush the kids outside out of the terrible fumes and run back in to get the smoking microwave mess out of my house.
How could one little bowl of nuts make such a big mess?
By the sheer miraculous mercies of God, by the time Brian got home, somehow there were brownies right out of the oven and a very happy homecoming (with only the faintest smell of burnt plastic).
The Real McSteamy...
This is my McSteamy...saturday morning, making lattes for all his little ladies...snow falling in the background. ...... Boy does he ever steam my milk.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Oh, but my children had! And they all woke up with PLENTY OF ENERGY!
I could've been upset at this desecration of the Disneyland souvenir...but then I realized I should be proud. She wrote her name all by herself! And now her hat won't get mixed up with Hannah's ANYMORE! Rascal. Look at that face... ("I've got evwything under contwol, Mom")
These were the sweet, hair combed, obedient children...before the sugar was pumping through their veins.She really was actually drooling.Juliet trying to get a piece of the action...
The experts being interrupted by a sugary momma...
Under the table, feasting on her first candy cane. (Also not in the Super Baby Food diet). Ah well. What? You'd look like this too if Gingerbread knocked you out...with intent to kill. ???
Drooliet meet Rudolph!!!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Seems real as every day;
I hear the tramp of armies vast,
I see the spears and lances cast,
I join the trilling fray;
Brave knigts and ladies fair and proud
I meet when Mother reads aloud.
When Mother reads aloud, far lands
Seem very near and true;
I cross the desert's gleaming sands,
Or hunt the jungle's prowling bands,
Or sail the ocean blue.
Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud,
I scale, when Mother reads aloud.
When Mother reads aloud, I long
For noble deeds to do--
To help the right, redress the wrong;
It seems so easy to be strong,
So simple to be true.
Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd
My eyes, when Mother reads aloud.
My Book of Poetry didn't say who wrote that, but I came across it recently and loved it. I like this picture because that's my own Momma peeking over my shoulder.My little lunch cook has been testing her work! Unfortunately the homemade loin cloth didn't make him any more coordinated in the heelies. My little Essie is planning out the day
Thinking was particularly painful for my son today.He loves geography so much he asked for it for Christmas! You can't really see it but he said he made a teeny tiny line for the Strait of Magellan.
Monday, December 3, 2007
She totally knew this was not an authorized food. The reason I discovered them was because the smacking sounds coming out of the kitchen were so noisy.
Somebody licked Owen's cup clean!Owen tried desperately to convince Gemma to refill his cup. It was a desperate speech...Juliet hangs her first ornament...Eli picked out these little ice skate booties for her. He said "Oh Mom, let's get these. I'll look at these every year and always just picture our little baby Juliet perfectly in my memory." And uh....who could say "no" to that kid either???Essie felt good enough to hang her new mailbox ornament...