Friday, August 29, 2008
We planted carrots this year in the hopes that with Mark's improvement to our garden, they'd actually grow. Well, they grew alright. But we didn't thin them. So instead of a bunch of big carrots we got a lot of bunches of little carrots. But they were sure fun to pick and Caleb liked showing them off. And of course, next year we'll thin the carrots.
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
Getting a decent smile out of these kids might take a rocket scientist but they sure are cute. And who knows. . . maybe one of these days one of 'em will be a rocket scientist and they'll get me a decent picture of their smiles. Maybe. . . .
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
We went to Lake Mohegan today. We haven't gone for a little while and I've been so busy cleaning and preparing things for school that I haven't spent much time with the kids. So for our final hurrah before school starts I decided we'd go to the Lake and get away from the work and the stress and just play. We were also hoping to run into Noah's swim instructor (a.k.a. Noah's lifeguard lover girl) and pick up his Second Year graduation certificate. When we arrived we were surprised to see there were no lifeguards on duty. I thought they'd be there through Labor Day but I guess I was wrong. We still went swimming and had a great time. And since there were no rule-enforcers there, we had a little extra fun. Here are all of the kids (mine and the McCurdy's) on the lifeguard chair.
And here's Caleb, on duty. He sat up there for about an hour just watching the Lake. He was nervous getting up there but as long as he was in the middle of the seat, he was completely and totally content and peaceful. As a side note, Caleb insists on always sitting in the middle of the couch when he watches TV and in the middle carseat in the Suburban. He told me this week that if he sat by the window in the car, he might blow out. Guess he doesn't worry so much if the twins blow out.
This is Justus playing in the sand. I'm going to miss these lazy days at the Lake, watching the kids dig and swim and play. We've had such a great summer. I'm seriously having a hard time not crying about the end of summer vacation.
And here are Noah and Jarrett breaking as many rules as possible while the lifeguards weren't looking. Pretty funny if you know these two. Jarrett has all the bad ideas and Noah is always thrilled to play along. I love it! They are two lifeguards I would hate to have saving my life but man, they sure look good up on that chair. Look out girls--here comes double trouble!
 
 
And this is Hunter with his two new best buddies: Rylee and Reineer. They spent the entire summer together digging up at the "no digging" sign. This afternoon while we chatted we discovered that Reineer and Hunter share the exact same birthday and Rylee and Noah (Riley) share the same birthday only five days apart. It seemed to bond Hunter and Reineer even more. They left swapping phone numbers and promising to meet up at the Lake again next summer and Hunter said something about sharing their birthday party. We'll see about that. . . .
And that's a wrap folks. The kids are sound asleep in their beds and the first day of school is lurking just around the corner, a few short hours away. I'm seriously not ready for school to start. Sure we've had our share of fighting and yelling at each other. There have been some seriously bad days. But for the most part, we've had a splendid time together this summer and I'm so sad to see it come to an end.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Jericho and Justus look a lot alike but they are very different individuals. Justus is much more outgoing, warms up faster to strangers, loves to blab your ear off and loves wrestling with Caleb. He and Caleb actually get along really well. Jericho, on the other hand is shy, sticks very close to me whenever a stranger "threatens his peace to destroy", talks just as well as Justus but is usually more silent, and often gets cornered by Caleb and Justus when they're in the wrestling mood. I love them both terribly.
Anyway, in the past month or so we've had a lot of pooping going on in our bathtub. The warm water is relaxing, you know. The way the twins handle the situation is quite funny so I thought I'd share. The first incident took place in Colorado while we were on vacation. We threw the twins in the tub after dinner one night and gave them some plastic cups and hairspray lids to pour with. Kathy and I were hanging out in the bathroom, chatting and not paying much attention to the twins. After awhile we noticed that Justus was trying to climb out of the tub, almost desperately, and we asked him what was wrong. He matter-of-factly pointed to a log floating in the water and said, "A poop." Jericho was happily playing with the faucet and didn't seem phased by the floating poopie drifting closer and closer to his brother's ankles. We immediately snatched Justus out of the tub and scooped the poopie out too and then just sat there laughing at poor traumatized Justus.
The second incident happened the second night we were in Colorado. I brought the boys back to the hotel after Elitches while Mark went with the guys to see "Dark Night." I threw the icky-sticky babies in the tub and then busied myself with pajamafying the other kids. Kathy came in and once again, we started laughing and chatting with each other. A few minutes later, Justus started calling for Kak-Kak and I ignored him for a moment while I finished dressing Jericho. When I finally got to the bathroom there he was, sitting in the tub, swatting poopies away from himself, calling for someone to please come and save him. Poor little poop-a-phobic guy.
And last night, while Jericho and Justus were happily playing in the tub, I sent
Caleb to go climb in with his brothers. I didn't know he was poopie and he didn't tell me he was poopie, which he usually does. So I had no idea he was about to contaminate the entire tub of water and further traumatize his brother. I was in the room next door, helping the big boys tidy their room for the evening when I heard Justus start crying and saying something about Caleb. Last week while Mark was away, Caleb bit Jericho several times while they were in the bath and left huge purple bruises all over poor little Jericho's back. So, I immediately thought the same thing was happening and I went running. Everything looked okay except that Justus was hanging on the edge of the bath, crying like his life was about to end. One glance into the tub and I knew exactly what the matter was. Once again, Jericho was merrily playing like nothing had happened and Caleb didn't seem to care that he still had a poopie stuck to his rear. But Justus couldn't flee the scene fast enough and hung to the edge of the tub the entire time it took me to drain the bath, hose down Caleb and fill the tub again so I could wash all three babies vigorously.
Now you might be thinking that you don't blame Justus for being so freaked out. Neither do I. In fact, it kind of wigs me out everytime I have to scoop a log out of the tub or wash a hiney that has a poopie stuck to it. I totally get his phobia. And maybe you think it's kind of gross that Jericho doesn't wig out. But I don't. Nope. It just goes to show how laid back he is. He really is a calm, relaxed little guy and not a lot phases him, except for scary strangers that might take him away from me. And so this story about poop has a very important lesson to be learned: twins might be the same but when it comes to poop they are sometimes different. The end.
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Monday, August 25, 2008
Caleb cut his thumb last night while playing with a tape measure. I wrapped it up in a bandaid, kissed it better and didn't think twice about it. Later in the evening, Caleb was sitting in his bedroom with his silkie, seriously distressed. He was talking about his "owie" and something about how it burned and in the morning we'd take the bandaid off. That's when I noticed the hurt thumb was the one he sucks on like 99% of the day. "Oh, poor Caleb," I said. "You hurt the thumb that you suck on, huh?" He gave his thumb a pathetic look and I suggested he suck the other thumb. He looked at me like I was a complete idiot and then said, "No Mommy, that one's upside down."
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Sunday, August 24, 2008
Most people that know Denver describe him as a little Tonka Truck. So, it's fitting that for his first "real" birthday party he would want a construction party. Thanks to a little help from Family Fun Mark and I were able to throw one of the best birthday parties. . . ever! It was really simple and fun--all of the kids had a good time and even the adults couldn't help joining in here and there. I made the invitations almost exactly like Family Fun's only I didn't have the fancy wood stuff. Instead I just used cardstock. For games Family Fun suggested a pinata and a wrecking ball game. I skipped the pinata just because I wanted to skip the whole candy thing and keep things relatively healthy. Instead we went with a Construction Worker Bootcamp Theme and had three challenges the kids had to complete in order to receive their toolbelt and tools. I liked the wrecking ball game idea but made a few adjustments. First, instead of cardboard blocks I used our own wooden blocks and had Chris and Meg help me build a giant tower. Then, with black water balloons attatched to some clothesline (attatched to a tree branch), the kids swung the wrecking ball and tried to knock down the tower. If the water balloon sprung a leak it was an added bonus and we let the kids squirt each other with them.   For the second challenge we had the kids load one of Denver's dump trucks with more wooden blocks, race through some cones, and dump the blocks at the other end. We gave them a time to beat and most of them did it. For the kids who were struggling, we just counted a little slower.  And for the third challenge, the kids had to work together as a team to build a tower taller than the tallest kid there and it had to stand on its own for 10 seconds. This proved to be the most challenging and in the end I held the very tippy top for the ten second countdown. It would have been much easier if we'd had a flat surface for them to build on. To keep with the boot camp part of the party, we lined them up a lot and made them say things like "Yes Sir!" and "Yes M'am" and had them run laps around the yard and do lots of pushups, well okay. . . ten pushups only. But the boys seemed to like being treated like soldiers and they took their tasks almost very seriously.  Once the challenges were complete we lined the boys up and awarded them with tattoos and toolbelts. We had a "tool bar" set up on the table and the kids stuffed their toolbelts with keychain tools (Oriental Trading Company), keychain tape measures (Home Depot/Walmart), paintbrushes, tool stickers, gummi tools (OTC), and mini flashlights.  Most of the kids needed a drink by then so we let them eat for a few minutes while I poured the paint into the paint trays. For snacks I did animal crackers, goldfish, watermelon, grapes and Capri Suns and Water. I used Family Fun's idea of using toolboxes for the drinks and the fruit, which ended up being totally cute. I cut up the fruit about 45 minutes before the party started, stuck the entire toolbox in the freezer and by the time the party began we had icy cold watermelon and grapes. For the crackers I used Denver's dumptruck and loader--they made great, inexpensive table decorations and handy snack holders too.   When they were ready we set them loose with their paintbrushes and the cardboard castle Mark and Denver had constructed the night before. They painted and played and used their tools and shined their flashlights until their hearts were content.    Last but not least, we cut the cake and Denver opened his presents. I didn't make their cute truck cake because Denver wanted Cream Cheese Poundcake. To make it fit into the construction theme I tried to turn it into a tire but instead got a chocolate covered gear-looking thing. Doesn't matter though--it tasted really good.  And that was it. The entire party took less than two hours, was relatively inexpensive, was easy to clean up, and best of all was a great success! Hurray for us! And most importantly. . . Happy First Birthday Party, Denver! |
Thursday, August 21, 2008
This is the last week before school starts and I'm sort of hating that summer is almost over. I still have things I was hoping to do with the kids. I mean, it's good that the summer has gone by so fast. And we have done lots of fun things. But I'm not sure I'm ready for it to be over yet. I still have film canister rockets to make and a yarn treasure hunt to do. And I'm wondering if we snuggled enough in the hammock and if we ate enough popsicles and read enough books. And I'm not sure I'm done with the beach and the sunshine and the lazy mornings and lightning bugs. And I know I'm not ready for raking leaves and homework and the short days and long nights here in CT. The days are already getting shorter and the nights are definitely chillier than before.
Anyway, we went Letterboxing again yesterday with the McCurdy's. There's one at a Birdcraft Museum not far from us and it looked relatively easy. Here's the kids in the Osgood Chimney at the beginning of the trail.
And here's Rhodric and Justus. The McCurdy boys love babies just as much, if not more than any girl I've known. The first thing Jarrett and Rhodric do when they walk through my door is ask where their babies are and demand a hug. Rhodric is fond of Justus and Jarrett loves Jericho.
And here's the hollow log and part of the trail behind Hunter. It was really pretty in there. Too bad we had the kids with us. They were anxious to get back home and get back to playing.
 
And last but not least, here's Caleb and his other mother, Allison. He insists she's his real mom and refuses to let me touch him whenever she's around, unless of course he's sleepy and I know just the right way to snuggle him and tickle his back and legs. But he insisted she carry him through the entire hike and poor Allison couldn't tell him "no." He loves her so much we've started calling him Caleb McHenricurdyson--a combination of our last names. On the really bad days, I'm tempted to let her have him. Afterall, she's mastered Jarrett (her holy terror). She could definitely handle Caleb and I'm pretty sure she would do a much better job. There's no one quite as patient and long-suffering and kind as Allison. And I'm fresh out of ideas for Mr. Holy Terror himself.
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Sunday, August 17, 2008
That's what Noah said last night as we were lighting my birthday candles. And Caleb got so worried about the chocolatey inferno that he hid under the kitchen table and then cried, of course, when he didn't get to help blow them out. Yeah. . . I'm getting old. I keep trying to tell myself that thirty is the new twenty and according to Oprah my best years are yet to come, like when I'm in my forties but it doesn't help. It's kind of weird though, the older I get, the younger my parents seem to be--sort of like I'm catching up with them.
So I didn't do anything super-duper for my birthday. Mark's with my Dad in Mexico purchasing pottery and I'm glad. I miss him, a lot. But I'm glad he gets to go away for a little while without six kids climbing all over him and a whiney wife. And he doesn't have to work either. Hopefully they'll have fun together and find the pottery my Dad's looking for.
Anyway, that's like the 5th birthday in a row that's Mark been gone for my birthday. It used to make me sad but I got over it a long time ago and sort of enjoy the lack of attention. I cleaned the bathrooms, mowed the lawn, took the kids grocery shopping, made my own birthday cake, hit Blockbuster for some movies, watched "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" with the kids and called it a day. My sisters and my best friend were all going to come over but Denver threw up (see "My Husband Is Out Of Town: Handbook and Rulebook") and scared them all away. But I think my sisters are going to come today and spoil me a bit. And Mark did get me a really good birthday present before he left--a digital camera that actually fits in my pocket so I can take cute pictures like these:
 
No more holding batteries in or having the camera shut off halfway through a picture. And it fits easily in my pocket or my diaper bag. I really love it. Anyway, I successfully made it to 33 and it didn't hurt too much. Now I think I'll go have myself some chocolate cake for breakfast which, according to Bill Cosby, is a perfectly healthy and well-rounded breakfast for kids (and Moms.) Want some?
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Friday, August 15, 2008
Here's another simple recipe for summer time. We love Greek Gyros (sounds like year-o's) out here. They are super yummy. This is nothing like them. But. . . they are sort of similar and even the kids thought they were tasty.
1/4 cup lemon juice
2 Tbsp olive oil
1 Tbsp prepared mustard
1-3/4 tsp minced garlic, divided
1 tsp dried oregano
1 pork tenderloin
1 cup chopped peeled cucumber
1 cup plain yogurt
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp dill weed
8 flour tortillas (or pitas would be good too)
1/2 cup chopped green onions
In a large resealable plastic bag, combine the lemon juice, oil, mustard, 1-1/4 tsp garlic and oregano; add the pork. Seal bag and turn to coat; refrigerate for 2 hours.
In a bowl, combine the cucumber, yogurt, salt, dill and remaining garlic; cover and refrigerate until serving.
Drain and discard marinade. Coat grill rack with nonstick cooking spray before starting the grill for indirect medium-hot heat. Grill tenderloin, uncovered, over direct-heated area for 5 minutes, turning once. Move to indirect-heated area; cover and cook 10-15 minutes longer or until meat thermometer reads 160 degrees. Let stand for 5 minutes.
Meanwhile, wrap tortillas in foil; place on grill for 2-3 minutes or until warmed, turning once. Slice tenderloin into strips; place on tortillas. Top with yogurt sauce and green onions. 4 servings.
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
Came across this recipe a few weeks ago and Mark and I have fallen in love with it. It's very easy to make and it's fresh and light for hot summer days. We use the leftover chicken and salsa to make quesadillas for lunch later in the week.
1/4 cup lemon juice
2 Tbsp lime juice
2 Tbsp orange juice
1 Tbsp canola oil
1 tsp sugar
1/2 tsp dried oregano
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves
Tomato-Pineapple Salsa:
4 plum tomatoes, chopped
1 cup cubed fresh pineapple
1/2 cup chopped sweet red pepper
1/3 cup chopped red onion
1/4 cup lime juice
3 Tbsp minced fresh cilantro
1 jalapeno pepper, seeded and finely chopped
In a large resealable plastic bag, combine the first eight ingredients; add the chicken. Seal bag and turn to coat; refrigerate four hours. Meanwhile, in a small bowl combine salsa ingredients. Cover and refrigerate until serving.
Drain and discard marinade. Grill chicken, covered, over medium heat for 5-6 minutes on each side or until juices run clear. Serve with salsa.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Several months ago we read the Spiderwick Chronicles and really enjoyed them. Yesterday our good friends, the McCurdy's mentioned a Spiderwick themed letterbox they discovered not far from their home. They didn't have time (or a compass) to finish the scavenger hunt and they wondered if we wanted to go back with them sometime. Of course we said "yes." So this morning we packed up our notebook and some snacks and a compass and headed for Monroe. The hike is about two miles long and took us about three hours to complete--hiking with one year old twins and a two year old sort of slows things down a bit. The bugs were biting, the kids were fighting over who gets to find the box and who gets to open it, Hunter needed the potty, the babies didn't want to walk, the babies wanted to walk, and Allison and I were desperately hanging onto our sanity. BUT. . . amazingly, we found four of the five letterboxes and by the time we were through, we were all smiling and very proud of our accomplishments. The stamps in this scavenger hunt are quite detailed and the fact that we'd read the books made it even more exciting. And while the hike was long, it wasn't very difficult, which makes it a great letterboxing adventure for kids. Thanks for the fun Trailhead Tessie!
 
Hey look! We found the pixies! (Box one and stamp one)
 
This was probably the trickiest of the four--those blasted dwarves--but it was really fun. (Box two and stamp two)
 
Here's the nixies and look, they left us a present under a very little Christmas tree growing on a rock. Okay, they didn't really leave the box under the tree--Hunter found it hidden closeby--but it still felt like Christmas when we found it! (Box three and stamp three)
 
And last but not least, box four and stamp four. Instead of hiking all the way over to this one, we off-roaded in a hayfield to another park entrance. Then Allison stayed with the sleeping babies and I hiked into the woods with the six big kids. We got a little sidetracked when Jarrett found a frog but it didn't take us too long to find the four-sister oak and our last letterbox. Go us!
And of course, the day wouldn't be complete without a picture of the twins. Yes, even they did a little hiking and climbing themselves!
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Friday, August 08, 2008
We've been back from Colorado and Utah for almost a week now. I meant to blog about the rest of our trip while we were actually still on the trip, but my camera's were all broken and we were sort of busy running around trying to do everything and see everyone before we left. And, even running from sun up until sun down, we still didn't get to see everyone and do everything we wanted to. I guess vacations are like that. And by the time we got home all I wanted was a vacation from our vacation. I'm still exhausted, literally dragging myself out of bed every morning, trying desperately but failing miserably to get ourselves back on schedule before school starts in a few more weeks. All that said, here are a few things I don't want to forget about this summer's family vacation:
Elitch's: We had a LOT of fun at Elitch's. We divided up the family so all of the adults with kids (which is everyone but Kathy and Mom and Dad) could have a turn riding the scarier rides. The guys went first and us girls dragged the kids through the merciless heat to the kiddie rides. Most amusement parks we've been to allow the parents to ride with their kids, cause most kids I'm around freak out at the thought of going on a ride without their parent. Elitches is not one of those amusement parks. So we were all a little bummed we couldn't go on the kiddie rides with our kiddies. The kids were hot and miserable and cranky so we ended up in this super-cool and shaded ball/climbing area. It was full of little foam balls and tons of different vacuums and cannons that the kids could stuff the balls into and fire at each other. It was awesome--definitely something to put in my Children's Museum someday. Then it was the girls' turn to ride the big rides. I'm totally a chicken when it comes to the scary rides but I also like the adrenalin so I went on all of them except the catapult--only Mel and Kathy were brave enough to try that one. Everyone left after that except for us and we took turns riding the rides we hadn't done yet. Mark rode the Mind Eraser (one of those dangly roller coasters and one of my favorites at Elitches) and I went on the log ride and old-fashioned roller coaster with the big boys. Denver braved the log ride with us and liked it and Noah braved the old-fashioned roller coaster alone, because we had an odd number with us. As we were walking to the roller coaster after the log ride, Noah kept complaining that he had a lump in his shoe. I thought his socks must be bunched up but he persisted long enough that I pulled the insoles of his shoe out only to find this:
It was pretty funny--the air-breather-thingys had filled up with water from the log ride! Here are a few other pics from the day--Jericho's bruise from slamming into the door frame as he ran down the hall in his squeaky shoes, me on one of two kiddie rides they would allow me on, and cousin Zach demonstrating one of the ball vacuums.
 
Denver Zoo: I think the day we went to the zoo was the hottest of them all. Plus we were all dragging from running for so long. But we stuck it out and ended up having a fun time with Melanie and her family. I put together a scavenger hunt for everyone and Melanie and I decided to join forces, since my camera was broken and Hunter found the first peacock feather. Noah found the second peacock feather and was very excited. The best part of the day was during our visit to the air-conditioned monkey house where one of the monkeys was super-charged, running around, jumping against the glass, thrilling all eight of our little boys. The monkey even stopped right by Jericho, put his hand on the glass and let Jericho slap him five. Pretty cool. The hippo demonstration was pretty neat too and I doubt I'll ever get so close to a hippo ever again. After the zoo we had to stop at Target because I lost Hunter's vial of insulin and that's not exactly something you can go without for very long. So we picked up a cake for Mel's birthday too and ran over to Casa Bonita for dinner. I think the best part of the whole trip to Colorado was showing the kids all the things I did when I was little. Casa Bonita was our favorite place to eat way-back-when and it has changed very little in the past twenty years. And neither have the sopapillas--oh, the sopapillas! Yum!
 
Golden, CO: On our way back to Utah we stopped in Golden, CO to visit a train museum we went to with Hunter and Baby Noah about seven years ago. We were very excited for Caleb because he's our biggest train fan yet. It's one of the best train museums we've been too yet, with giant locomotives, passenger cars, box cars and cabooses you can climb all over. You can see what the old bathrooms looked like, ring a train bell, and check out the giant train snow blowers. It's pretty awesome. The caboose is the best, especially cause they are hard to come by nowadays.
 
The End: The rest of our trip was a bunch of scattered odds and ends. I went scrapbook shopping and did some laundry, us girls went to see Mama Mia (which I absolutely loved) while the boys did some gaming. We went to visit family we'd missed, ate at Rodizio (yum), rode Trax to Temple Square only to find out we were too late to walk around the temple grounds, and rode Trax back home. We took the boys swimming at the West Jordan Rec Center and Noah was finally tall enough to ride the water slide (as long as his hair was spiked). We stayed up too late and slept in even later. We tried, twice, to get a decent family photo at Kathy's studio, went to church with Mom and Dad, and showed up late for "family dinner" in American Fork but in plenty of time to pick a whole box of apricots, eat and play with everyone there. Our flight home was uneventful, even a little on the lucky side, and Cliff was waiting for us when we got home. Not a bad vacation if I say so myself.
 
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Thursday, August 07, 2008
We went to Walnut Beach in Milford today with Melanie and her kids and the "Van Curdy's." It was a little overcast as we headed out and I was a little stressed because as usual, I was trying to do to much and running behind schedule. So I ran out the door feeling a bit grumpy and pessimistic. But almost immediately after we arrived at the very empty beach, the clouds cleared and the sun shined and we had a very nice time. We caught hermit crabs and baby crabs and snails. We waded in and out of the low tide and the big boys went swimming a little farther out. We threw rocks off the boardwalk, built sand castles, swam, and tried to do a couple of crafts.
The Sandy Hands Mosaic sort of worked. Ours ended up like this:
We didn't add very many shells and rocks, like they show in the example. And making an actual print in the sand proved to be kind of tricky. Plus, keeping thirteen kids and a million seagulls away from the plaster while it drys is a completely separate challenge. We made our prints in buckets so we could make them deeper and guard them more effectively. They were still fun to make and for kids that collect a lot of sea glass and shells and rocks it would be a great way to keep and show them all off.
The Solar Smores didn't do anything that the sun shining on my bag for four hours didn't do by itself. By the time we got around to actually placing the marshmallows and the chocolate into the pizza box, they were already very melted and messy. But it did melt the chocolate speedy quick and whether the chocolate was melted in my bag or in the pizza box didn't change the deliciousness of the treat. A better idea (from Family Fun) is to put the chocolate in a tupperware and let it sit in the sun while you play. Then let the kids dip strawberries, marshmallows, pretzels, graham crackers and other fruits and treats in the sun-melted chocolate. Less work--same yumminess. But hey, at least we can say we've tried it. And from the looks of the chocolate smeared all over the kids' faces, I'd say it was at least a somewhat successful project.
 
This is Justus and his oh-so-tiny-and-adorable-little footprints and Hunter disguised as good ol' Abe Lincoln. What a goof!
And here are the boys and the McCurdy's swimming in the "deep end" of low tide. All in all my bad day ended up being a nice day out with the kids and I suppose after two days of trying to unpack and recover from vacation, it was a much needed day out too. We left just as the storm clouds blew in and the first few sprinkles started to fall.
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008
I know, right now, you are all totally jealous of my train drawing abilities. It's hard when someone can draw such great trains and you can't. But you see, I've had lots of practice with six boys and all. I've watched all kinds of train videos and read all sorts of train books and I've been commanded to draw all sorts of locomotives and freight cars. So, don't hate me too much--I've had to spend many hours developing such fine art skills. But really this isn't about me and my masterpieces. No. If you look close, inbetween my most intricate drawing of a freight train and my beautiful billowy train smoke you'll notice another train. That, my friends, is no ordinary train. That is Caleb's very first masterpiece. And he's only two! I know, I know. Such fine talent in our family. The sad thing is, I accused Denver of drawing that train until he cried real tears and swore up and down that he did not draw that train. I couldn't believe Caleb was capable of such artistry but clearly I was wrong. And really, with such a talented artist for his mother, it should be no surprise.
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Tuesday, August 05, 2008
I'm about halfway through Breaking Dawn and I'm seriously considering buying six of these t-shirts for my kids. Only except instead I'd have it say, "Please Feed Me, My Mom is Reading Another Stephanie Meyers Novel." That way I could reuse it, should she write any other good books I can't stand to put down. My poor kids. Hopefully they'll survive. Course that means I've got to go to the grocery store tomorrow instead of reading. . . . Where's the Relief Society now, when I really need some meals brought in?
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