Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Two curious boys checking things out.
I always wonder what compels the kids to instinctually put both palms on the glass. Also, I wonder whose job it is to clean the glass at the end of the day?
Hello! Henry's getting up close & personal with this alligator.
Sydney enjoyed most of the day from her shaded seat.
When you see this picture, you may think, "Aw! Cute kid on a tractor!" I think about the 20 minutes we spent circling this thing, waiting for other kids and parents to step down so Carson & Henry could sit on the seat, waiting "our turn," stalling at the petting zoo, etc. Then, when I could see they were finally clearing, Carson's totally lost it, having a Level 10 meltdown. Screaming, going boneless, kicking...you name it. It took me another 5 minutes to talk him down from the ledge, so to speak. Just as he was getting a grip, a huge group of preschoolers came running down the hill, bee-lining for this tractor, and beat us to it by seconds. They swarmed it like ants on a hill. Aaaaaaaand...we're back to square one. FINALLY, as you can see, we ended up getting our turn.
Here's Steph staring down the goat. He did not return her smile. But he didn't spit or kick, so, you know, that's good.
However, Mr. Goat was not easy on the nose, ifyaknowwhatimean. Can you tell by Sydney's expression?
This is one of my favorite pics, because it looks like the boys are right next to this leopard. This was a great exhibit, with 3 little viewing windows. The leopard paced back and forth, walking quickly from one window to the other, and the boys ran along, following him. Exciting stuff!
Monday, April 27, 2009
The beginning of goofing off at the beach. Doesn't it look like Trent's about to do a backflip? (He's not.)
Mike dragged (drug?) this long board over to the log for a homemade seesaw.
Almost got it...
On to another fun toy made out of beach scraps.
Here's Becky educating Ms. Canada and Mr. Encyclopedia that there are more than one haystack rocks in Oregon.
Friday, April 24, 2009
So, the kids (and now I) have been sick this week. It's primarily a cough/cold. But Carson has always had this special gift of coughing so hard he makes himself vomit. Oh JOY! At least he is getting old enough where if I provide a convenient "throw up bucket" (ours happens to be a Tupperware pitcher with a handle for him) then he is fairly intuitive about getting there in time. Except in the middle of the night. So, you know, that's been fun.
Well, turns out little Sis has the same easy-trigger on the gag reflex. Plus, she's still figuring out how to eat solid foods. So, yesterday I was with her and she was munching (gumming on) the good ol' graham cracker when she started coughing. Then I think it was a mixture of choking on the cracker, coughing up/breathing in some lovely phlegm/the gag reflex, because she started choking, then spewing. It was like something from America's Funniest Home Videos, but I wasn't laughing! I was proud of myself for moving mid-hurl to get her to the hardwoods, because I wasn't really thinking about the mess. I was in panic mode, because she was choking, so I was imitating the move I had been taught and pounding her little back. Here's the latter half of the evidence. Check out that splatter pattern! Maybe CSI could analyze it. Carson says "she had a throw up." Yes, yes she did.
So, now you have lived a day in the life of the Mommy, the monkey and the bird. Hope you're able to hold to keep from tossing your own cookies!
Monday, April 20, 2009
So, I had every intention to post pictures of our zoo trip today (to supplement Steph's post), but then this happened tonight, and it is too good to postpone. We like to go back and look at our friends' & family's blogs, & Carson especially likes the videos. He stumbled again onto this video of Jack and his first balloon, and fell into giggle fits every time! He must have watched his cuz & that balloon about a dozen times in a row (he especially liked when Jack got really intense, about 00:36, because he kept rewinding that part), and for at least the first 5-6 times, his laughter was completely genuine and totally contagious--as you can tell from the shaky camera.
Actually, this video has a few gems. Not only do you get to see a hysterical Carson in his bedtime pull-up, you get to see my messy house and Carson picking his nose and eating it. (YES, it grosses me out beyond words, but I PICK MY BATTLES, people.)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Side bar, this is probably my fave outfit I got today. This particular consignment was run like a flea market, with a different consigner at each booth. This lady had almost all name-brand stuff for good prices so I bought quite a few things from her. She thanked me by throwing in 2 matching hair barrettes.
But I didn't have the heart to tell her that hair barrettes were not really gonna happen anytime soon in our house. Oh well!
Third, know in advance whether or not you are able to barter. Most consignment sales are RUN by people who "own" the sale, not by the people who own the clothes. Therefore, they (the people who RUN the sale) don't have the freedom to haggle with you. Don't even bother!
And lastly, I suggest you have a shopping strategy. Trust me, you will be easily overwhelmed. Just knowing the size of your children may not be enough, especially if you have a little girl. (WAY more girl clothes out there.) So, for instance, I have decided that my number one target at consignment sales will be jeans and specialty items, like sweaters/jackets. I especially like a certain brand of baby/toddler jeans, so I seek them out. I know that I will always end up buying onesies, t-shirts, PJ's, etc. at regular stores as my need arises. But I might not be able to fill the closet with cute GAP sweaters. Enter: consignment sale. So, when I'm sweeping through the racks, I zone in on anything unusual or eye-catching, and find those Children's Place jeans. What do you need? Shoes? Hot weather clothes? Dress pants? Think about that before walking in.
I also limit myself to 2 sizes larger than my kiddos are now. (My one exception is I bought an ADORABLE brand new Gymboree jumper for Sydney. It's a 2T.... This was before she was even born.) Which leads me to my last suggestion: don't bind yourself to your rules! Have fun and find some deals. You'll fill the itch of shopping without the guilt of spending too much money.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
We had a great day. Hope you did too!
Monday, April 13, 2009
In those three years I have a few posts that are my favorites, and I think I might occasionally re-post them under Greatest Hits. It will be Departement of Redundancy Department for some of you long-time loyal readers, but maybe something new for others.
This is one. I wrote this poem based on a template I found on this website. It is basically a love letter to 3 people in my life, my mom, dad and brother. It's full of things precious/funny to our immediate family, but I think you can get enjoyment out of it too. What I would LOVE to see is a few of YOU write one and post it on YOUR BLOG! I won't "tag" anyone, but it's not hard to do (the template walks you right through each line) and it would make a great mother's day present. ;)
"Where I'm From" by Jen B-T
I'm from Douglas firs and Super Mario Brothers. I'm from Psalty, Five Mile Creek and Ramona Quimby.
I'm from the fourth house on the left, the cul-de-sac, from rooms kept cool in the summer by fans and closed blinds. I am from a true wood-burning fireplace.
I'm from the roses and hydrangeas, from Veda, Trillium and Mirror.
I'm from year-by-year collages in the hallway and toothbrushes in the kitchen; from Carters and Mulkeys and Helphensteins. I am from quick to laugh and easy to cry, smart and smart-aleck; from photographs as a second religion. From hanging on and letting go.
I'm from "obnoxiously functional."
I'm from road trips and hiking trips and “we’ll take as many breaks as you want but we’re not carrying you.” I’m from “TV coins” in the jar for every hour I’ve read.
I'm from Winkie and Jesus, Sunday school and VBS; from faith as a lifestyle, not just a label. From Turner and WiNeMa and PCCofHIU. I'm from education as a value and an honor, not an obligation.
I'm from the incomparable Pacific Northwest and Southern California perfection; from Minestrone soup and home-made caramel corn. I’m from McDonald’s as a treat, not a routine.
I’m from a plastic cup flushed down the toilet and a knee injury in racquetball. I’m from tole-painting and hand-sewn dresses, from chocolate pudding as finger paint.
I'm from scrapbooks, from nostalgia and movies. I'm from expressive and unconditional love, vocal pride and unhesitating forgiveness. I'm from a place that shapes my history and my future.
How could I ask for more?
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
This is my current absolute favorite picture. It is SO SYDNEY! Just happy as a clam in whatever new situation we throw her.
And, also, here's a pic from today and last April. How happy am I not to be pregnant?! Very. Sorry, Steph and Beth. Hang in there! It was worth every stinkin' minute. I got my princess!