Party All the Time!

28 02 2008

Last Sunday, the kids had a “swimming party”. This entails everyone getting into their swim suits, clearing Mom and Dad’s bed of all bedding, and blowing up the floaties. They then jump around in the “pool”, lay out on the “beach”, and have all sorts of fun.

I was trying to remember–at exactly what age does one no longer think wearing a swim suit is fun?





Bowl-a-rama

27 02 2008

Every Monday, my son Zack writes what they call a “Weekend Window” at school. We went bowling on Saturday, and this is what this weekend’s window said:

“Boy I was sweting after I went bowling. I was geting a big wrokout. When it was my turn to bowl and also did you know that on the last shot I had the ball go strait though the midile of the lane.”
He’s struggled with writing since day 1 of his school career, and we’re so pleased with his progress. He told me he worked really hard on this particular paper; I could tell. Great job, Zack!

More bowling photos . . .





Presidents’ Day Continued . . .

21 02 2008

When posting our Presidents’ Day Adventure to the mall, I forgot to include this awesome photo strip we took. Sorry the quality isn’t better; we either don’t have a working scanner or we have one that isn’t hooked up. Anyway, I love how we weren’t quite ready for the first one, and then the rest don’t get much better. It’s the story of our family life.
Complete chaos.
I work best that way.
Well, mostly.




Tilt!

19 02 2008
Originally, I had planned on doing something for Presidents’ Day.

You know, going to the coast or a park or even into the city.

Unfortunately, each of my children woke me up at one time or another during the night, which meant I got about 15 minutes of sleep. Colby woke up to eat twice; Rainbow slept with Stan and me, inevitably prodding me awake at one point or another; Eden came in around 4:30 complaining that her ankle hurt (although climbing into bed with me seemed to help it for awhile); and Zack came in at 5 or 5:30 to tell me, “I just can’t sleep thinking about the cinnamon rolls downstairs.” I told him to go ahead and eat one if it would make him happier, but he refused to go downstairs without someone. By this time, Eden was awake and I shoved her out of bed, instructing her to go with Zack and get a cinnamon roll. I continued hearing them for about an hour, having a “cinnamon roll party” in their room. Ugh. Can’t wait to find remnants of that in the coming months.

Anyway, all this combined made it a late morning. The coast was definitely out, and there would be too darn many people in the city. I briefly considered the “Family Fun Center”, a place quite a lot like Chuck E. Cheese, only bigger. Then Stan had an inspiration. “Let’s take them to Tilt!” he said. (And, yes, it was with that much enthusiasm). He and I had gone to Tilt a few weeks ago while on a date (Air Hockey score–Me:7, Stan: 5. Yeeessssss!) and I quickly agreed it was the perfect Presidents’ Day outing. Another plus: they use quarters at Tilt, not tokens, so there’s no playing until you use it up. Just playing until you’re done playing.

So we spent Presidents’ Day in a mall arcade. Rad.

I wish I would have taken some photos while we were actually in Tilt, but I was too busy playing Skee Ball. These are of the kids enjoying a little Dairy Queen treat afterwards (which, by the way, probably ended up costing more money than our entire time in the arcade).


I love this picture. When Rainbow finished, Eden went for the double barrel.


I also like this one: Chocolate milkshake, chopsticks-style.





Don’t misunderstand me . . .

18 02 2008

I just realized that last post might be miscontrued.

I (heart) my boys also. Very much. I just didn’t put any pictures of them in that particular post. That’s why it only says girls.

I (heart) my entire family–tons.





I (heart) my girls

18 02 2008



Here are the girls in their Valentine shirts. Cuties. Zack refused to wear his–mostly because I wrapped it like a present and he was excited until he found out it was clothes instead of a toy. I’ve learned MY lesson. Wrap the Happy Meal Toys and just hand him the shirt when he’s getting dressed. That’s what I get for trying to make Valentine’s Day special!




These are a few . . .

16 02 2008

. . . of Colby’s favorite things.


Those sproingy doorstops


Scattering the fridge magnets


Emptying the dishwasher


“Must continue in spite of . . .”


” . . . suffocating hug.”

(These next three are self-portraits; that’s why they’re so whonky.)

Taking Mom’s glasses off


Putting Mom’s glasses on

Giving Mom slobbery kisses

And Colby’s favorite thing to do:

Tickle the ivories

Liberace–look out!





Clock Box

16 02 2008




I got a big clock for Valentine’s Day from Stan. I wanted to take some photos of each of the kids in the box, but I haven’t been able to get Zack to participate. I’ll try later. Rainbow, obviously, had no trouble posing in the box.





Heartache

16 02 2008

Lately, my kids have been on each other.

Maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s their ages. Maybe it’s inherent in the idea of siblings. Whatever it is, they certainly have a lot of it. The most peaceful time (aside from the middle of the night) is when Zack and Eden are at school, Colby is taking his afternoon nap, and Rainbow is having her turn on the computer. Every other minute someone is bothering someone else in some way.

It’s the whole she’s-touching-my-blanket-he’s-copying-me-she-ate-my-cheese-balls!-he-broke-my-necklace-he’s-using-my-cup-his-foot-is-over-the-line reinvented from my youth. Mom and Dad, I’m sorry I didn’t realize the constant bickering was so annoying back when I was a kid. But at least you can feel good because I turned out so well. (And, yes, feel free to laugh now that “She’s getting hers!” Just be finished by the time I call you for advice.)

Rainbow seems especially sensitive to the pick-pick-picking that goes on. Of course, it could just be that she’s four, and automatically in tears or ecstacy simply due to age. The other day she let out a particularly loud bloodcurdling scream. When I ran to the rescue, expecting severed limbs at the very least, she was crouched behind the chair with her hands over her face, Eden smugly looking on.

“What’s the matter? What happened, honey?” Here I turn to Eden. “What did you DO?!”

Eden shrugs. “Nothing.”

Rainbow, still shuddering sobbingly, demonstrates. “She went like this.” Rainbow makes claws of her hands and scratches the air diabolically.

“She didn’t touch you?” I say, my heartrate finally slowing.

More sniffing from Rainbow. “No.”

Patiently (the kind of patience that thinly veils impatience), I say, “If she didn’t actually touch you, then she can’t actually hurt you, right, honey?”

Rainbow peers up at me from cowering on the floor, eyes still swimming in tears, and says, “It just breakded my heart.”

Aw.

Unfortunately, it came close to stopping mine.





Here’s hoping

14 02 2008

I like Valentine’s Day. I know, I know, some people completely hate it, but I guess I just figure–the world needs all the love it can get, right? Well, okay, maybe that is a tad schmoozy, but I like to let people know I appreciate them. So every year I try to make a special treat to give to friends (and, yes, I was the kid who read every Valentine completely literally [He LOVES me!] because that’s what I did when I sent them out: I matched up the Valentines with everybody’s personality).

This year, I made the above cupcakes, featured on the cover of Better Homes and Gardens. They turned out pretty well, don’t you think? And they do taste pretty good, but for my money aren’t as good as cream wafers (which I did last year) and ended up taking a lot more labor. But anyway . . .

This morning my husband looked at them and said, “Oh! They’re red.” He was working in the adjoining room last night while I was baking, but apparently didn’t look then.

“It’s called ‘Red Velvet Cake’.” I said. “I’ve never made one before.”

“Are they full of Red#40?” he asked me.

“Why?” I said. “Does that give you cancer?”

“Probably,” he said.

“Well, I just used food coloring.” I said. “A whole bottle, though. That’s what it asked for in the recipe.”

End of section one.

Later this morning, as I’m trying to get everything packaged up, I decide what the hey–and look at the box. “INGREDIENTS: WATER, GLYCOL, RED 40.”

You were just kidding about that, right honey? Right?