Car-ride

GQ wanted to wear my sunglasses the other day.  I was lucky enough to have the camera, and not to be driving. 

(Yes, that is M's dolly in his carseat.  He's mostly appropriated it.  Every once in a while she screams for it back and says "but Santa gave that to me," but usually she finds it easier to give him what he wants.  She did keep it for long enough last week to color all over it's face with a pen.  I was going to complain, but I'm pretty sure I regularly put "make-up" on my dolls when I was younger.  Oh well.)

Don't they look angelic?  Sometimes they even are!

A Visit to the Dairy

When Justin finished his last final for his first year of PhD school (one year down, five to go) we decided to celebrate with ice cream.  Justin had heard about a good dairy across town... so off we went.  The kids really enjoyed the plastic petting zoo.

Afterwards I noticed the girls had become interested in the udder of the cow.  When I asked them what they were doing, E replied that she was "putting milk in the cow."

I think they've got that a little backwards.

Lucky Lilacs in "Exile"...

Today we did "Lucky Lilacs."  Grandma had sent the gifts, and I pulled out an old pair of Justin's eyeglasses.  Not quite the same as Grandma Becky's... but the kids didn't seem to mind.  Sadly, I could only remember the magic words "higgledy, piggledy."  So, we made up some REALLY bad ones to make up for that.  GQ truly enjoyed the spitting part though, and giggled whenever I spat on the lilac.

E had a great time looking for lucky lilacs (any lilac that doesn't have four petals).  M didn't quite get it... as seen below.  She pretty much pulled all the lilacs off the bush.

Then, she put them in her bowl.  When it came time to "read" a lilac for her... I had to steal one from E.

Later, she gave this pig a bath in her lilacs.

E was much more rule oriented.  She only put the right numbered lilacs in her bowl, and was seriously disturbed when I picked some lilacs from the edge of someone's lawn.  Now that it's getting later I am feeling disturbed too... so we will have to take care of that later this week with some sort of peace offering to the people we stole lilacs from.

Happy Lucky Lilacs!!!

Distracting Myself

Last Thursday I was supposed to:

a) fold the laundry

b) do the budget

c) clean the house

Since I didn't want to do any of these things... I went outside and dug up the "backyard" instead.  Because we're in a rental, the homeowners had covered the "garden" with rocks to keep out weeds.  It was beyond ugly.  It depressed me to look at it.  But, since I am cheap and I won't live here that long I didn't want to do much back there myself.

So, I spent the afternoon moving all the rocks to the sides to create borders.  (Our neighbor, a police officer, accused me of burying Justin in the garden - since he hasn't seen him in a while.)

Then, since Justin owed me flowers from our anniversary... and since I hadn't actually buried him yet... I made him buy me some real flowers to plant.  M and E are pretty sure the flowers belong to them.

I am not sure how my "garden" will do since we get no sun in our backyard, the ground here is like clay, and I couldn't get all of the rocks out.  Besides, I keep forgetting to water the plants anyway.  Sigh.  Still, even if they all die in a few weeks, they've lasted way longer than cut flowers would have, right?

This kind of mother

In honor of Mother's Day (not) I decided to be this kind of mother today:

the mother who makes her child skip dinner because she forgot to buy treats for said child's soccer practice.

I decided against being:

the mother who forgets the treats and forces 9 three year olds to miss "the best part" of soccer.
the mother who ditches her three year old at the field while she skips out to the grocery store.
the mother who is late to soccer because she had to go to the store on the way.

So, there we were:

the mother who fed her daughter four bites of homemade pizza and then said:  "Never mind.  Get in the car."

(Technically, she did have time to eat. Both GQ and E ate - but M is always done eating about an hour later than everyone else.)

I suppose I should have been:

the mother who actually went to the store on Saturday and bought treats and milk instead of reading a book.

Or:

the mother who actually went to the store on Monday and bought treats and milk instead of reading a book.

You win some, you lose some?

Soccer... the illustrated version

This week I remembered the camera.  It was not nearly as cold/wet/amusing as the week before... but the kids still looked a little like marshmallows.  M was very good at the pose below.  At soccer they call it "crush the bug."  Since this is one of M's favorite past-times (as long as the bug is not a worm), she was very good at it.

We were a little early this week, which is always good because GQ can play on the field a little while before he is relegated to the sidelines.

This is when both of M's coaches tried to convince her that it would be a good idea to kick the ball.  Obviously she is not so sure about it.

And below is my cheapo version of the team picture.  I just stood behind them and took my own picture... which totally embarassed Justin.

This is what I spend my time doing during soccer.

Oh wait, here I am doing it again.  Keeping that boy off the field is a full time job.

I don't have as many pictures from E's soccer because Justin can't come on Wednedays and so I have to chase GQ more often.

Every time I found a spare moment to take a picture, I would find E in the goal

Again.

Finally, a picture outside the goal.

Cheating again.

He Couldn't Quite Wake Up

Bluebirds

I knew my bluebirds would be my hardest costume to "think" out.  Rainbows were definitely more difficult as far as time and effort went, but I could not get the shape right on these.

This is a butterfly, not a bluebird.

This is just plain droopy.

So, I went with something more simple.

Now all my costumes are finished.  Now I just need to figure out some theatre problems and we should be set!