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Thursday, September 22, 2011


Monday was Talk Like a Pirate Day. We did more than talk like a pirate - we were pirates. Arrr, me hearties. There was a lot of walking the plank and even more bad pirate jokes.
What's a pirate's favorite state?
Arrrr-kansas (its Kansas for pirates)
What's a pirates favorite vegetable?

What's a pirates favorite sea?
The arrr-tic.

And so on. Thankfully the kiddos, I mean, pirates, were bored with being in costume before we left for Target. Although, I've taken superheroes to Target, so I guess pirates would be allowed at Target, too.

I need to find more holidays that involve dressing up.

Gym Class

They can do this for hours!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Cause and Effect

This weeks book is "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" so we are working on cookies (delicious and educational) and cause and effect. Like:

If you decide to homeschool your kids

your groceries will probably get eaten before they get put away.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Off to the Kitchen Table (School)!

Going "back to school" involved the following: sleeping in (until 8:30 which is somewhat of a miracle in this house), doing long awaited school work in our PJ's around the kitchen table (Baba has been BEGGING to do school since we started summer break) and the requisite first day of school picture for posterity. Rudy started what she calls Princess Preschool which mostly involves a lot of coloring and pretending to read and write like her big brother who is in his second year at Scooby Doo Elementary. Guess who named the school? Not me! Panthalassa slept through the adventures.

Funny thing about that first day of school picture. When school is around the kitchen table EVERYONE does school. Including the cat. So everyone had to be in the picture. Including the cat. Mister Wili insisted on walking in front of the camera several times and making the kids laugh hysterically.


At least the kids thought it was funny and perhaps if I photo-shop the pictures together. Of course that would entail learning to photo-shop. Hmmm. Maybe Baba can learn photo-shop next week at Scooby Doo Elementary.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Princess Flower Girl

Rudy was in her first wedding this past weekend. She was a total doll. Thought she needed to be in EVERY picture - including the ones of just the bride and groom. She loved wearing her "princess flower girl" dress, loved the shoes, the curls, and the flowers in her hair. She listened so well all day (usually, listening and following directions is a HUGE challenge for her) that I'm thinking about letting her wear her flower girl dress all day, every day.

I'll be listing her on craigslist if anyone needs a flower girl. =)

Who Needs Sleep?

You know how you are supposed to put down a baby when they are still awake so they learn to drift off to dreamland on their own? Yeah, always thought that was bullwhickey. When Baba was a baby the ONLY way to get him asleep was to walk, quickly, in circles so he would get dizzy and close his eyes. I think he napped for a total of 4 hours between the time he was born until he turned 3 years old when we gave up on napping.

Rudy, on the other hand, has always been a good napper (granted she outgrew that business almost a year ago now), but her napping was a production that involved 5 to 15 minutes of screaming at the top of her lungs to let me know that she was NOT tired (riiiight!) and was NOT going to nap. I always won.

Today, the older kids were hungry so I laid Panthalassa in her crib to throw some lunch together. She was AWAKE. She fell asleep on her own and is still sleeping 45 minutes later. I do believe in miracles!

I would also like to know how it is that my two month old sleeps better than my six year old. Panthalassa slept 12 hours last night. Baba stalled until 9 pm when he finally lost his battle with sleep and was up his usual 6. He was moaning in his sleep again (hello nightmares, go away!) and is a little tired (read: teary eyed) today.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Bad Guys!

There is a girl who lives across the street whom we call Annoying Neighbor Girl, ANG, because, well, she's annoying, she's a neighbor, and she's a girl. She is also bossy, obnoxious, disrespectful, and if she was my child she'd get slapped if she acted how she does. I am not above hiding in the basement when she rings the doorbell and pretending we aren't home.

Yesterday, she come over BEFORE Baba made it home from school. She asked if she could wait for him to come home on our front step. Um, no. Baba doesn't really like playing with her (hmmm, wonder why) so I always like to give him an out. There has been a couple times when she's been here waiting for him to get off the bus and he has burst into tears and said, "What is she doing here? I don't wanna play with her." Polite? Not really, but you'd think she'd get the hint. Which she doesn't. I sent her home. Baba's bus comes and he runs up the driveway, excited to be home. She slinks up the driveway so I don't notice and she can play.

Baba wants to play so I let her come over (just call me Mother Theresa). I specifically tell Baba to do the best he can to stay out of the puddles in the backyard because its not that warm, the water will be freezing, and snow pants are not SCUBA gear. I look out the window to check on ANG and see her standing over a sled full of water and Baba SITTING in a puddle. I open the door, tell her to go home, and Baba to get in the house. NOW.

Although, I don't yell, I do make Baba burst into tears because he knows that I'm not happy (and when Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy). He comes in the house and I begin interrogation only to find out that ANG told him to sit in the puddle because that was part of the game. Because I am such a good person, I do not run across the street to strange the girl (by the way, she is in 3rd grade). Baba and I discuss how its always okay for him to say, "No!" if someone asks him to do something he knows is wrong (like sitting in a puddle in his snow pants). And Zippy and I are always willing to be the bad guys. If he doesn't want to do something, he can always say that his parents would kill him if he did it. Easy out.

Fast forward to dinner. Rudy has downed her usual half a gallon of milk and wants more so she turns to Zippy and says, "More milk, bad guy!" Turns out they do listen to my lectures. At least, they pick out the best parts.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


This morning we had a 3D/4D ultrasound done for fun and it was fun. We were lucky enough that my grandparents (Panthalassa's great grandparents) were able to attend as well as my aunt, baby cuz, parents, Little Ditty, Poonch II, and my cute little family.
She looks likes she is ready to fight! Baba was a little disappointed she didn't have a lightsaber and/or sword in my belly, but soon enough her brother will have her armed and ready to battle.