More than toys . . .

29 04 2008

I haven’t posted in awhile–we’ve been busy going on field trips and trying to make medical decisions that will effect Zack’s future (no pressure) so I haven’t taken the time to sit and write anything for the ol’ blog. Just two quick things today, then maybe I’ll have a chance to post some photos later.

Yesterday, Rainbow was “rhyming”, like so:

“‘Cook book’ rhymes with ‘mook book’.”

Then a little later:

“‘Toilet’ rhymes with ‘noilet’.”

True, that.

I was able to go on a field trip with Eden’s kindergarten class to the museum in our town. We learned lots about pioneers and how they did things and what they found when they finally got here with their wagons (Answer: Trees).

We were in the log cabin and the docent was pointing out various foreign objects: the rug beater, the kerosene lantern, the chamber pot. She explained about outhouses and chamber pots, then asked the children, “Who do you think emptied the chamber pots in the morning? Whose job was it?”

Someone said the dad, someone else said the mom, and the guide explained that they had other jobs to do.

Then one kid piped up: “Santa!”

He was a busy guy back in the day. Luckily he had elves to make the toys.





Trying to be HGTV

22 04 2008

I’ve been wanting to redo our bedroom for awhile now. Our bedding was old. Our lamp was ugly. Our wall was bare. Some of our books were in homemade cardboard bookshelves.

As you can see, there’s clearly some spillage. This picture also does not show the two cardboard boxes full of books in the next room, or the other one in the kids’ closet. What can I say? I’m a Goodwill book junkie. At least I come by it honestly.

But enough about that. The day I intuitively assembled these cardboard babies, Stan came home and was incredibly impressed.

“Wow.”

“Do you like them? I made them myself.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

This is a shot of Stan’s favorite feature of the homemade cardboard bookshelf:

Robots certainly make a difference in MY life.

Anyway, I’ve been saving Bed Bath and Beyond coupons (are there supposed to be commas in that?) all year, going in and saving 20% on piece by piece of the bedding. (I was really quite surprised, not having bought much beyond the occasional sheets since my wedding 11 years ago–linens are expensive. Yeowch.)

Then I did an IKEA run, literally. Eden had to be to school just after 12, so I hauled through the store with my list and made it out of there in record time. Thank goodness for microwave corn dogs, or Eden would have missed lunch that day.

I had decided to suprise Stan. (Yes, I will admit to a possible overdose of HGTV and TLC). He knew I was planning on redoing the room, but I didn’t let him look at anything and I didn’t tell him I was going to do it on Friday.

Obviously.

Because I asked my friend Tami to come and help me throw it together that morning, but Stan decided to take a leisurely morning and do a little work from home.

Tami arrived at around 9:30, as planned, and I opened the door to greet her while hissing, “Stan’s still here!”

“I know–I saw his car!” she hissed back.

So she sat down at my kitchen table and we chatted while I did the breakfast dishes, Stan working at his laptop only feet away. We acted as normal as possible, as though we get together and shoot the breeze over breakfast dishes regularly–which, after talking it over, we decided we should do more often.

After about 20 minutes of this, Stan stood up, stretched, and said, “I guess I’ll head in to work.”

Finally.

Tami and I quickly got to work. She figured out the crazy non-language bookcase instructions while I tackled the bedding. Well, not tackled, exactly–ironed.

That’s right, folks. I ironed my bedding.

I am usually not so worried about wrinkly sheets, but since I wanted the room to look nice (and also since the new stuff was really wrinkly) I spent around two hours (2. Hours.) ironing the bedskirt, pillow cases, shams, and duvet cover.

It’s enough to make a person not want to wash their sheets.

But anyway, the kids were excited to help me with the finishing touches when they got home after school, and were extremely antsy for Stan to get home and be amazed at the transformation.

This is Eden and Rainbow, impatiently waiting for Stan to come up the stairs so they could jump out and yell, “Suprise!”

Here is the before picture:

And here is the after:

Are those murmurs of shock and amazement I hear?

I thought so.





Big News! Eden Turns Six

22 04 2008





Yeah, that thing

19 04 2008

We aren’t one of those families that insist upon using anatomically correct names for everything. (Rainbow still calls breasts “belt loops”–long story–even though we’ve tried to correct her).

Basically, with our girls and boys we’ve just called things “privates” and added, “That’s why you keep them covered. They’re supposed to be private.” (Did I mention one or more of my children seem to be born exhibitionists?)

Since Zack’s accident and further health issues have begun cropping up, my dad bought us a gross anatomy book from Amazon. (Thanks, Dad!). Zack is totally into anything science anyway, so when I showed him this new book yesterday he was completely stoked.

It’s a very graphic book–I mean, every piece and part of the body is drawn from every angle and every layer. It’s completely amazing and every time I look at it I’m in awe of the human body.

But anyway, Zack was looking through this and that until he found the pelvic section.

“I knew it!” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“It isn’t just called ‘privates’. In boys it’s called ‘external urethra orifice’.”

Um. Right.

Sometimes it’s hard having intelligent children. And sometimes it’s really, really funny.





Chicago

15 04 2008

Do you ever say something that inadvertently brings a song or movie line to mind?

Stan did that this morning while he and I were having breakfast with Zack. I can’t even remember what he said, but instantly he and I were both singing:

You call me up this morning, talk about the new love you found–
I said I’m happy for you. I’m really happy for you.

We ended with a rousing chorus of:

You see me on the street one day, and I don’t know what to say–
Look away, baby, look away!
Don’t look at me; I don’t want you to see me this wa-ay.

Stan and I were both cracking up. Seriously. We do Chicago like no one else–not even them!

So Stan says to Zack, “Do you think your parents are crazy?”

And I say, “No way! I bet if you asked the other kids in your class if their parents sing Chicago at breakfast, they would say no.” I smile broadly. “You are so lucky, Zack. You have the coolest parents ever.”

Zack looks at me. AND ROLLS HIS EYES.

C’mon, buddy! When did you stop thinking I was cool?

Look away, baby. Just look away.





The New Park by the Side of the Road

14 04 2008

I just posted these regularly as opposed to a slide show. The quality isn’t that great, but for just glancing through I think it’s all right.











The Beautiful Face

14 04 2008

Rainbow loves to make faces. She has happy faces, sad faces, scared faces, cold faces, and lots of silly faces.
When we were at the park the other day, I was snapping photos like crazy. I told her to stand in front of a particular tree and smile.
“Just do a normal Rainbow smile!” I told her. She said, “Do you want to see my beautiful face?”
I, of course, said her face is always beautiful. And it is.

Even when she does the soft eyebrows thing.

Okay, you got me. Especially when she does the soft eyebrows thing.