Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Cake Wrecks
If you have never checked out Cake Wrecks blog you must go there now! It is one of the funniest blogs I have ever read. I always go there when I need a good laugh. Check out the link in my favorite blog list.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Bakerella would be proud
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thanksgiving Feast
The girls were very busy all week working on preparing their feast. They made homemade cranberry sauce, butter and mini pumpkin pies. The girls also peeled the potatoes and mashed them, cut up fruit for fruit salad with "real" knives and made place cards too. The teachers are very brave to take on so many tasks with so many girls.
party girls
Jon, Beth, Caly and Emma came to spend the weekend with us. The girls (and Noah) had a great time. I think every toy that we owned was actually played with or at least drug out that weekend. Four sets of hand cuffs that I had picked up at the dollar store were the hit of the weekend. Fun times with the kids!
Why don't we celebrate Hanukkah?
Lily asked me today why we don't celebrate Hanukkah and I told her it was because we weren't Jewish. She said her friend at school is half Jewish, half person. Hilarious!
Her said her not going to marry me.
Yes, my 3 year old is not getting married! Noah is very fond of this cute, blonde, curly haired, girl named Lauren. She goes to the same schools he does, so he sees her 4 times a week. One day when I picked him up from school I asked him if he had played with her that day. He said " her was sad today, her did not want to play with me." I said I was sorry and that maybe she would want to play another day. A few minutes went by and he said "her said her not going to marry me." Well, it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. After a few questions I understood it to be Lauren who had talked about getting married and then changed her mind. I told Noah that girls were crazy and he laughed and agreed.
Catching up
OMG! I am so far behind in blogging. I'm going to blame it on the numerous Thanksgiving parties that I had to attend and or make something for. Of course it has to be condensed into one week so you have to run from school to school and stay up late at night to make the treats you signed up for. Why do I do that? Before kids, I use to enjoy making goodies and elaborate crafts but now I've actually considered (don't die) buying goodies straight from the store! I didn't do it, I just said I thought about it, okay.
Anyway, I will try and do a better job this month. I will start with catching up on a few crazy things the kids have said lately.
Anyway, I will try and do a better job this month. I will start with catching up on a few crazy things the kids have said lately.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Happy Halloween
Memorial Park
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
First Fondant Cake
Monday, October 13, 2008
Interior designer in the making?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Go Team!
Lily participated in a cheer clinic last night. They practiced their cheer on Thursday and performed during halftime at the game on Friday night. Here are some shots of her with her friend Natalie and getting a "group hug" from other classmates. The girls had a great time and loved every minute of cheering like the big girls!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Well, I didn't waste any time!
Yeah, I know I just posted that my camera was broken this morning, but I got a new one today! I'm soooo excited. Of course it might take me a month to figure out how to work all the bells and whistles on it, but in the mean time I can take lots of pictures. Here are some shots i took today on auto focus. Some with the 70mm lens and some with the 75-300mm lens.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
"Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments.{or if I could enter here-the basket-head mother syndrome} She said: “The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”(Loud and Clear [2004], 10–11).
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Labor Day Weekend
Monday, September 8, 2008
Speaker on Godly Parenting
I went to PDS on Friday to listen to a speaker named Gordon MacDonald. He spoke on godly parenting and raising boys. To all my friends who have boys and even girls (he has a daughter as well)...I hope that you will take an hour out of your day, after you put the kids to bed, to listen. SOOOOOO GOOD!
pdsmemphis.org
Click on news at the top and click on podcasts.
pdsmemphis.org
Click on news at the top and click on podcasts.
Friday, September 5, 2008
First Day of School
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
What is a boy?
I was in Walmart earlier today and of course Noah has to go "potty" as soon as we walk in the door! While we were in the bathroom a lady saw Noah and gave me this poem that she had written........
What is a boy?
Between the innocence of babyhood and the diginity of manhood
we find a delightful creature called a boy.
Boys come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors,
but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second
of every minute of every hour of every day
and to protect with noise (their only weapon)
when their last minute is finished
and the adult males pack them off to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere-on top of, underneath,
inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to.
Mothers love them, little girls hate them,
older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them,
and heaven protects them. A boy is truth with dirt on it's face,
beauty with a cut on it's finger, wisdom with bubble gum in it's hair,
and hope of the future with a frog in it's pocket.
A boy is composite- he has the appetite of a horse,
the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket size atomic bomb,
the lungs of a dictator, the curosity of a cat, the imagination of Paul Bunyan,
the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap,
the enthusiasm of a firecracker, and when he makes something,
he has five thumbs on each hand.
He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books,
the boy across the street, woods, water (in it's natural habitat),
large animals, Dad, trains, Saturdays, and fire engines.
He is not much for company, school, books without pictures,
music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults or bedtime.
Nobody else is so early to rise, or so late to supper.
Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs and breezes.
Nobody else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half eaten apple,
three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham sack,
two supersonic code rings with a secret compartment.
A boy is a magic creature- you can lock him out of your workshop,
but you can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study,
but you can't get him out of your mind. Might as well give up.
He is your captor, your jailer, your boss, and your master-a freckled face,
pint sized, cat chasing bundle of noise.
But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with the two magic words "Hi dad!"
What is a boy?
Between the innocence of babyhood and the diginity of manhood
we find a delightful creature called a boy.
Boys come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors,
but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second
of every minute of every hour of every day
and to protect with noise (their only weapon)
when their last minute is finished
and the adult males pack them off to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere-on top of, underneath,
inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to.
Mothers love them, little girls hate them,
older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them,
and heaven protects them. A boy is truth with dirt on it's face,
beauty with a cut on it's finger, wisdom with bubble gum in it's hair,
and hope of the future with a frog in it's pocket.
A boy is composite- he has the appetite of a horse,
the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket size atomic bomb,
the lungs of a dictator, the curosity of a cat, the imagination of Paul Bunyan,
the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap,
the enthusiasm of a firecracker, and when he makes something,
he has five thumbs on each hand.
He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books,
the boy across the street, woods, water (in it's natural habitat),
large animals, Dad, trains, Saturdays, and fire engines.
He is not much for company, school, books without pictures,
music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults or bedtime.
Nobody else is so early to rise, or so late to supper.
Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs and breezes.
Nobody else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half eaten apple,
three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham sack,
two supersonic code rings with a secret compartment.
A boy is a magic creature- you can lock him out of your workshop,
but you can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study,
but you can't get him out of your mind. Might as well give up.
He is your captor, your jailer, your boss, and your master-a freckled face,
pint sized, cat chasing bundle of noise.
But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with the two magic words "Hi dad!"
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Lily meets Miranda Cosgrove of Icarly
Lily loves, loves, loves, Icarly. The star of Icarly, Miranda Cosgrove, came to Memphis for a signing to promote the new Icarly CD that she has recorded several songs on. We waited a while to meet her, but Lily was soooo very excited. The wait was worth the smile on her face!
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