Here's a close-up of the wing prep.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Here's a close-up of the wing prep.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The biggest selling point for us is that EVERY DAY they have a happy hour from 2pm-4pm when all drinks are half off. HALF OFF! Also? Vanilla cones and a small tater tots are only $1 all the time.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
How I knew with certainty that my children were in cahoots to push me over the edge.
(What you don't see on the vid is that right before I picked up the camera, Sydney had dumped the dominoes, was tearing up Carson's Highlights magazine and turning the TV on and off at full blast.)
A typical evening in the Tompkins house!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The whole thing took less than 30 seconds. I was driving in my mini-van awesomeness on Friday when the sun started to get a bit bright. I reached into the diaper bag for my sunglasses and put them on. All the time, I was ever the conscientious driver and mostly kept my eyes on the road. I'm honestly not sure if I FELT the substance or SAW the substance first. Ew. There was some sort of blob beginning to drip from my eyebrow and my vision was about to be compromised. Of course I temporarily forgot my attempts at safe driving and crossed my eyes up to the brow in question. I flung my glasses off in disgust, reached up to touch my eyebrow and felt something wet and sticky. It reminded me of the wax my favorite Vietnamese gal uses to make these same brows beautiful and non-Sasquatch-like. EXCEPT it had an odor. No...it was a combination of odors. You know when you see an actor in a movie and you KNOW you've seen them before, and you just cannot for the life of you figure out where? That's precisely how I felt when I first got a whiff of the odor of this nasty substance--but only for about 3 seconds. "What is tha...?" Oh no. I grabbed my glasses back from where they had been flung, abandoning all hope of being a good driver, and inspected them. Sure enough: the inside top of the left lense was coated in this substance. My confusion vanished immediately as I smiled with a combination of disgust and satisfaction at solving the 30-second mystery.
On Wednesday (2 days earlier), after Sydney's morning nap, we headed to good ol' Mickey D's drive-through. Of course we got the requisite Happy Meal, this time with chicken nuggets. We took our food to our lovely indoor play park and sat down at the picnic bench to eat. No surprise, Carson was so anxious to play that he ate only 2 nuggest and 2 apple slices and took off to the bounce house. I decided to organize the finger-food mess, and I put the nuggets, the apple slices and the caramel dipping sauce and the BBQ dipping sauce in the little cardboard nugget box, positive that I would remember it was full of offensive material and would handle it delicately. (Ladies and gentlemen, we English teachers might call that last sentence FORESHADOWING.) Again, no surprise, Carson tired out and melted down before he wanted to eat, so in our rush to leave, I threw the flimsy cardboard box in the diaper bag, which was then thrown into the van. Later that day, I discovered with relief that the mess that had dripped from the box had primarily been isolated to one rogue onesie and a sunhat. Or so I thought.
(This conclusion is only necessary for those poor readers who need everything spelled out for them.) Yes, my sunglasses were also in the diaper bag and were not, as initially assumed, spared from the caramel/bbq sauce debacle. Also? Caramel/bbq odor does NOT disappear easily when accidentally used as a tiny facial. Despite what you may have heard to the contrary.
Friday, August 14, 2009
This is right before Mike & Eric buried the boys up to their chests. You think they look dirty now?! I don't remember who has that pic? Sarah? Mike?
These beaches are happily strewn with all kinds of drift wood to keep little 3 year olds busy for hours.
Jack also liked the sand.
Friday, August 07, 2009
I mentioned last week that another new "I can do it myself" situation in our house is that Carson wants to dress himself. And he is physically capable of doing so. Big milestone! However, he is not capable of knowing that orange sweats, dress shoes and a wool sweater are not appropriate for a 105 degree day. He's also not capable of understanding that I don't want him to wear swim trunks and the too-tight-t-shirt with a flat, plastic Lightning McQueen that remarkably still blinks constantly, even though it is over a year and a half old when we are getting dressed for church. Just so you don't judge me TOO much, I do let him have complete choice about 80% of the time. Although I'm seriously contemplating a patent for a button or a hat that says "I dressed MYSELF this way! Don't blame my mom."
But if I could choose the one task in our house that I'm longing to surrender to my growing child, it would be the wiping of said child's TOOSH. Now, there are no pictures of this, because I know that a certain generation (coughBABYBOOMERScough) already think I overshare, but I wish you could see this. Thankfully, Carson usually is able & willing to sit on the toilet and do the #2 deed without an audience or moral support. Hooray! However, after a few minutes, I usually hear this in a very, like, total Valleygirl tone of voice: "UM? A little HELP, please?!!" I go into the bathroom and am greeted by a bare heiney staring straight up at me. Carson prefers to be unclothed from the waist down while pooping, so he's always still unclothed. He also, not unreasonably so, has decided that the best way to make the area that needs attention accessible to me is to, well, he practically points his bum at me. Let's just say that this is not too far off:
Out of my gracious consideration for my mother, I will not go into any more detail. Oh wait, yes I will. One more thing. I will say that we have tried several times to pass the torch, so to speak, to Mr. Carson to complete the task at hand without help, but that has backfired. Inevitably, less than an hour later, and usually right after buckling the carseat when running late to an appointment, we have complaints of discomfort in the bum region due to a less than stellar wiping job. It's really lose-lose.
Yet we are not giving up! Preschool starts in less than a month, and the rules require the students to be fully potty-trained and finish the entire job alone. So, we will persevere! And, if you're still brave enough to check back every once in a while, I may reward you by never mentioning this topic again.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
The kids (although none managed to get into this picture) were all over the place, letting balls and boats and toys float all the way down the teeny waterfalls. It's mostly about 3 inches deep, but never gets more than about 6 inches.
Even Sydney didn't mind crawling on the concrete, because the water felt so good.
Speaking of Sydney, we saw a new side of her personality come out this weekend: jealousy! Carson was quite besotted with Peyton, and was very sweet with her. But Sydney felt the need to remind Baby Peyton that SHE is the princess in this house!"That's MY brother." Obviously, Peyton was able to push back a little. Girl fight!
(I kid.) On a different day, we went downtown to ride on the carousel, where I got exactly zero good pictures of the boys in their matching outfits.
We hung out at home, played in the pool, talked, laughed, scolded, rolled our eyes, watched high school musical and laughed some more.
Here is Trent telling Tanner that he has to wait a few years to date Sydney.
WE MISSED YOU, KIPP!