Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Drum roll please....
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Colin's Musical Debut
A Canadian Thanksgiving
Bread dressing...it was SO delicious...sorry mom, way better than the cornbread!
Friday, October 17, 2008
The Druthers
For example I could be here (it is craft fair weekend ya' know) Or here
Better yet, I could be here.
But nay, instead I'm left to do this (look away, Martindales)
and this But maybe I'll get to do this. ZZZZZZZ!
Maybe it's a good thing I'm stuck at home...should probably stop blogging now.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Pit of Despair
FINALLY...weeks later...I cleaned it. You may be wondering, why didn't Colin and Connor clean it? Honestly, it wasn't worth it. I got to throw things away and dejunk and declutter much faster on my own. My intention now is that they are in charge of maintaining it. We have a basement...basements are for toys...bedrooms are for sleeping. They seem to have a difficult time grasping this concept, because as you can see by the following picture, THIS is what I found tonight.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
My Little Runaway
He LOVED his new bathroom! (Don't worry, this was posed...I didn't take a picture of the actual act.)
His new bed was quite cozy and he had his most valued toys keeping him company.
All in all things seemed to be going well for him. He announced he would be sleeping in his new house...he was NOT afraid of the bears. Also, living on his own meant he did not have to go back to school. I told him I was proud of his bravery. I agreed that he didn't have to go to school, but the police would come and get him if he did not return to Kindergarten...seeing how it's against the law to skip school and all. I also asked that he knock anytime he wanted to come into my house. He wondered if I would be delivering dinner to him in his new home. "No," I said, "but you are welcome to join us for dinner."
So, after realizing I was fine with his absence from our home, and after knocking several times to be allowed in, I wasn't surprised when he whispered in my ear at dinner, "Umm, mom, I want to come home. I almost cried when I left." I hugged him tightly and told him I'd missed him and was sooo glad he was coming home.
The prodigal son, has returned!
This One's For You
About two weeks ago Kess was playing soccer against a boys team (very important detail to an 11 yr old girl, it's also important to mention that the girls won!) She was going for the ball and got tangled up with one of the boys. She went down pretty hard, but managed to shake it off and finish out the game. Her arm hurt for most of the weekend, but I honestly did not think it was broken. For my own peace of mind I reluctantly took her to the doctor on Monday, and lo, and behold she had fractured her wrist! A week later we saw an orthopedist who put her in a hot pink cast and told her she could play soccer if she wanted to. So, with her arm wrapped in bubble wrap, Kess played in the Ozark Cup tournament this weekend. Her team won first place! I didn't like the idea of her playing with a broken arm, but she played great! We are so proud of you, Kess! Oooooh, I love you!