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29 06 2008
You know what they say: If your kids say “I hate you”, that means you’re doing something right.
Well, okay, maybe I just made that up to make myself feel better.
Today, however–
Today, my child didn’t say, “I hate you” to me.
He carved it in a bar of soap.
That’s right.
Carved it.
In a bar of soap.
I must be doing awesome!





Summer Reading Thing

26 06 2008

I am signing up for another reading challenge, mostly because I’ll be reading anyway and, yes, there are More Free Books involved.
I’m using the list from my other summer reading challenge (from my post on June 4th)–which is totally NOT cheating. I’m adding a couple others that are already on my night stand. They are:
Autumn Sky by Gale Sears
Until the Dawn by Gale Sears
Much Ado in the Moonlight by Lynn Kurland
The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
The Ropemaker by Peter Dickinson
If you’re interested in signing up for the Summer Reading thing, here’s the place to do it: http://inksplasher.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-reading-thing-2008sign-up-here.html.
Someday, I’ll figure out how to link that without using an entire line.




The Rocketman

23 06 2008

A few weeks ago, I was able to go to Eden’s class and help with a special project: stomp rockets.
A man came (yes, the Rocketman) from a local astronautical society with all the needed supplies to build and launch paper rockets.
It was awesome.
The kids had a fabulous time, and I was impressed with how far the rockets flew. Who knew paper, tape, paperclips, a bicycle inner tube, a two-liter bottle, and a piece of pvc pipe could translate into a couple of hours of enjoyment?
Eden, decorating her rocket
Our fearless instructor (I SO want to get you an identical jumpsuit for your birthday, Ty)
The launch
The landing

Hi, Eden! Great flight.
Taking a breather from all that running

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time–

(You’re welcome. I had that song in my head the entire time we were a’rocketing).





These Orthotics are Made for Walking . . .

19 06 2008

As I promised a few family members, here is a picture of Colby’s feet in their orthotics.
And here’s one of how it looks with his shoes on.

They’ve been a great help to getting him more stable as he cruises along furniture, but he’s still a long way from walking on his own. The biggest problem is how loose his joints are–in particular his ankles and hips. We have a physical therapist coming in every week and that’s helped me to know what types of things to work on.

Oftentimes when Colby walks, his feet are splayed out, almost as if he’s doing a plie. I’m working on helping him align his feet so his muscles get used to that position, as well as stabilizing him in a squatting position to increase the muscle tone in his thighs and hips. The therapist said they have special pants made of lycra and/or neoprene that kind of suction your hips in (I could maybe use some of those–) or have velcro to give the upper legs extra support. The biggest problem is that they’re hot, and with summer coming on it may not be the best idea.

We’ll keep you posted in the continuing saga of Colby learning to walk.





A Bit of Pomp, Under the Circumstances

18 06 2008

There’s nothing like a preschool graduation. Always, there’s that one kid that doesn’t do what they’re supposed to, or that throws a big fit.
Rainbow was that kid.

Here I am, with Rainbow’s arms locked around my neck. I had to forcibly remove them, then run like crazy while her teacher tried to talk her into participating.
Happy to be here.

Teacher #2 trying to convince her to join the other kids in the song.

Finally they just scooted her chair up. She still didn’t sing.

I love this one. Hello, Rainbow? CHEER UP, honey!

This one cracks me up, too. Note the reckless abandon and joy all the other kids are showing during the singing.

At last, she thaws slightly. At least she went up to receive her diploma.

NOW she cracks a smile.

I like this shot, too. Apparently only one of them had ever seen what you do at the end of a graduation. The rest of the kids are thinking, “Huh? Is it over?”





One Shot

17 06 2008

The kids and I went to park tonight; I took about seventy photos.
Some of them are okay, most are just normal, but I liked this one a lot.





Something’s Missing

17 06 2008

Stan is in Denver for a few days.

Even though he works seemingly 24-7, life is not the same when he isn’t in the same state.

Miss you, Stan!





Two Museums

12 06 2008

In May, we were able to go to two children’s museums. See slide show for in-depth photos of both events.





Fablehaven 3: Grip of the Shadow Plague

11 06 2008

The third book in the Fablehaven series, Grip of the Shadow Plague, starts out fast and keeps running clear until the last page. Like in the other Fablehaven books, Brandon Mull uses solid writing and likable main characters to keep the reader engaged in the battles they fight with the somehow believable mythical creatures. And despite the complete impossibility of the task that ends up falling on Kendra and Seth’s shoulders, they are somehow both able to use their greatest strengths to help overcome the plague of darkness that had begun taking over Fablehaven. Mull tied up the story enough to make the ending satisfying, but left enough strings dangling for readers to be excited about the next installment in the series.
The only thing I didn’t like about this book was in the beginning, when I couldn’t remember who (or what) quite a few of the minor characters were. I hate information dumps as much as the next person, but I think some sort of character glossary in the back would be helpful. Then again, maybe it’s just me that had forgotten entirely who in the heck Warren, Dale, and Coulter were.
Otherwise, I highly recommend this book along with its two predecessors.




"Artistic"

11 06 2008

Stan and I usually go out on Friday nights. There are a lot of things we struggle with and are spotty on, but we’re pretty consistent when it comes to date nights.

There was one Friday last month, however, when Stan ended up having to work. Still, I’m pretty loath to give up the one night someone else puts my kids to bed, so I kept the babysitter and went out to take some photos.

I love to take photographs, but I’m the first to admit I don’t know what the hey I’m doing. I pretend like I sort of know a few things, but I really don’t know much. So these aren’t amazing or anything like that. Just so you know.

Also, just as a warning to the grandparents: this post doesn’t have any kid pictures in it. Sorry. You can skip it if you want to.

I took this mostly because I thought it was a little overkill–how many people want to get in to see old railroad pilings, anyway? Wouldn’t a regular fence have done the job just as well? But I have to admit I’d never seen it this closely before; vicious-looking, that’s for sure.

I really love dandelions. Not in my yard. But anywhere else.

Spooky floating mountain.

Pretty-much-spent tulips.

I think this sign would be better served with a dash, or possibly a semi-colon. What do you think, Use Your Litter Bag? (Crazy Washington names . . .)

What I want to know is why anyone would want to watch a race where the speed limit is 40 miles per hour. As Zack would say: “B-o-o-o-ring.”

A pole.

I saw this and thought it had some pretty good cheesy horror film implications.

Question of the day: why are some fire hydrants yellow while some are red? Actually, most of the hydrants I see are yellow. Maybe it’s a newish movement since yellow is easier to see. Some fire trucks are yellow, too, but more are red. I wonder why.

The reason I chose this street to take pictures on was because of these funky trees. They’d all grown together and for a long time I kept thinking, I should get a picture of those trees. Unfortunately, there is no immediate parking available, and I didn’t want to walk another 1/2 mile to be on the same side. I tend to misjudge distance when I walk, and my car was already WAY farther than I thought from this point. So I took this from the other side of a four lane road where cars were streaming by (although I’m sure none of them were going faster than 40).Here’s another shot–I think I’m going to have to go back, though, because you don’t get the entire weirdness from this side, like a grafting experiment gone a bit awry.

The speeding cars.

I call this the “chain-link fence vingette” effect.

I saw these poles as I was cutting through a city maintenance lot of some sort on the way back to my car (still a long way)–destined to become streetlights someday.