Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Nathan and the motorcycle from which Grandpa with the motorcycle gets his name.
Baby Ben on the motorcycle. You can tell Grandpa really loves these boys, no one, and I do mean no one, is allowed to touch his Harley! And here are my sticky, slimy children sitting on it!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
It turns out some nice folks down the street recently sent their youngest off to college and wanted the hoop out. They asked their neighbor for a recommendation of what to do with it, and they mentioned that we have two boys. Together they rolled it down the street. What a nice surprise, sure to bring hours of fun and exercise for the whole family!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I followed the directions very carefully, beginning with the first step. Unfortunately, there was a step before the first step that I didn't catch until everything was already in the pan. So we had to do a crazy move to get the ingredients out without the yeast touching the water so we could put the mixing paddle in (oops). I debated on whether to just dump it all and start over or to just continue. The directions are so exact! No room for error! The tiniest mistake can result in catastrophe! Never one to back away from catastrophe, we decided to just continue to see what would happen.
The bread machine has a window in the top, and you would think it was a brand new episode of Phineas and Ferb the way the boys were glued to the "screen"!
We watched it rise up as it baked, beautiful and golden. The house had the overwhelming smell of the yeast, so instead of bakery goodness it smelled a bit like a brewery. After it was done baking, the entire top collapsed, which made the boys laugh.
I wish I had a photo of Nathan and Benjamin eating the fruit of our labor... but alas, despite its questionable appearance, they tore into it and inhaled it before any such photo could be taken!
We're going to give it another try with a new recipe, making sure the mixing paddle is in place before we start! Oh, and a belated thank you to my Mom and Dad, who bought us the bread maker back in 2005...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
2005 - Ahhh! Brotherly love!
2006 - Look at those curls! Where did they go? I would like them back, pretty please!
2007 - I guess the Bowl Haircut was really big that year...
2008 - Wow, I can't believe this was just a year ago! They've grown so much...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Practicing even on vacation at Grandma and Grandpa's house... You can tell he's pretty good because Tank (the dog) didn't get up and leave!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Ben on the Model AA Ford truck, with beautiful blond puppy Mack.
Ben on top of the Model AA, to get away from puppy Mack's kisses.
Ben inside puppy Mack's pen, while Mack patiently waits for him to come out to play.
Checking the chicken coop to see if the girls left any eggs for our breakfast. No, they did not.
Benjamin on HIS tractor. Last year he declared emphatically to my Dad that this was HIS. Of course, Grandpa lets him drive it all over the property. Lucky little five year old, I didn't get to drive a tractor until I was 11!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The first Valentine's Day I spent with Michael wasn't really spent with him at all. He had proposed to me a week before and then left on a touring production. Our second Valentine's Day was a few months before our wedding, and we decided together to have a low key evening. We jokingly brainstormed over what would be the least romantic place to go for dinner. Together we came up with going out for fish and chips. We laughed that no one would choose to take their sweeties there, with the fishy-fryer smell and the resulting malt vinegar breath... what a spectacularly bad place for a date! So we went! And we laughed and had incredible amounts of fun! Instead of a long wait to be seated, we were the only two people in the place. We laughed, and then we did it again the next year. And the next year, and the year after that. Even when the kids came along and we were broke and couldn't afford a baby sitter, we still went out. No one cares if you have a crying baby if you're the only customers there! Now the kids look forward to our tradition. It helps that it's the only time we ever get fish and chips.
This year, however, we went to my Mom and Dad's house, square in the middle of no where land. At least an hour away from the nearest restaurant. But my Dad went out of his way to make it special anyway, by preparing his mouth watering made from scratch tacos (which I beg him to make each year for my birthday). And then the kids went crazy opening their valentine treats from their classmates, consuming their yearly sugar quota in conversation hearts, chocolate, and lollies in record time. Better them than me, and better there (where there are acres and acres of land to run off the sugar high) than here. It was fun. And we'll be back to our regularly scheduled fish n' chips next year!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Oh my. Someone please help me.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Daddy shared his germs with me.
Both Ben and Daddy feel just dandy.
But for me, misery abounds.
Michael took the boys to the park, and Benjamin experienced flight when he slipped off the swings at the highest point and came crashing down to earth with a great deal of "sand rash". When they returned, he put Ben in the bathtub, to calm both Ben and Ben's angry red skin. Nathan, our water-child, couldn't bear to see Ben covered in bubbles all by himself, so together they ended up playing in the tub for over an hour while Mike read a book in the bathroom. So even though they didn't get wet from the rain, they spent plenty of time in the water!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Close to 3:00 the streets were flooding with water and cars desperate for a place to park. As the rain fell faster and harder, I gave myself a pat on the back for being so wise in coming early. A woman ran up and pounded on my window, demanding I move my minivan forward. The car previously parked in front of me had left, leaving another prime parking spot for a lucky parent. I told the woman to just park in front of me. She got very irritated and loudly insisted that I move forward so she could park behind me. I looked back and saw her enormous SUV and (rightly) assumed that she didn't know how to parallel park her beast. Since Ben was in the car with me, I simply moved the van rather than yell what I really wanted to say: If you can't handle it, you shouldn't be driving it! Ben's comment made me come out the winner, though: How rude! She didn't even say thank you!
Today I was scheduled to volunteer in Ben's kindergarten class as I do each Friday. Michael has been sick for a week and he evidently shared his germs, as I woke up feeling horrible. I thought about calling in sick and staying home. Then I felt guilty and thought I'd just go in and check the homework and then come home. But when I walked into the classroom from the pouring rain to find 21 hyper kindergartners and a teacher who looked like she was going to pull her hair out (if it didn't fall out first), I decided to suck it up and stay for my normal three hours. I don't know how teachers do it even on the best days, day after day, month after month, year after year. Toss in the rainy day schedule of no break and I'd quit on the spot. I'm just glad that we only get rain a handful of times each year. I can't imagine the nightmare caused by regions where it snows!
This afternoon the rain stopped and a little sun slipped in to dry things up. We all walked home from school and the boys were dejected over the lack of puddles to jump in and the loss of an opportunity to use their bright yellow umbrellas. According to the news they'll have plenty of chances for that over the next three days!
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