My sister sent this snapshot to me a few weeks ago. I have been meaning to get around to posting it.
To eat or not to eat,
THAT is the question.
My sister sent this snapshot to me a few weeks ago. I have been meaning to get around to posting it.
My sister sent this snapshot to me a few weeks ago. I have been meaning to get around to posting it.
Alouette
Wy has just mastered the art of peddaling! Until now he has been using his feet on the ground to scoot himself along! Go, go, go Wyatt!
Jack has grown too tall for his school pants so I had John take him out to pick up a few new pairs. The spirit must have moved him because he busted out some moves in the dressing room.
John and Wy get a little one on one time when they take Jack to soccer practice on Friday evenings. The sun was going strong this Friday during practice and Wy discovered he could make his shadow dance and be silly.
Earlier in the school year Jack learned a song about the days of the week which is sung to the tune of Alouette:
Sunday, Monday
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday then we start again!
Wy has tried to learn the song but the poor guy just gets confused
Sunday, Monday
Tuesday, Threesday, Foursday,
Fivesday, Sixday, Sevensday, Eightsday, Ninesday
Tensday, Elevensday, Twelvesday, Thirteensday
(It just keeps going)
Last weekend Jack lost his 2nd tooth. He got home after his morning soccer game and realized his tooth was MIA. John told me "I'm not going back to look for that." He told Jack to write a note to the Tooth Fairy which they would put in the little tooth pillow.
And here is Easter - we had a lovely day:
Waiting to come downstairs to see the goods.
Yo-yo's, kites and piggy banks oh-my!
Digging for chocolate.
Love and blessings!
Jack has grown too tall for his school pants so I had John take him out to pick up a few new pairs. The spirit must have moved him because he busted out some moves in the dressing room.
John and Wy get a little one on one time when they take Jack to soccer practice on Friday evenings. The sun was going strong this Friday during practice and Wy discovered he could make his shadow dance and be silly.
Earlier in the school year Jack learned a song about the days of the week which is sung to the tune of Alouette:
Sunday, Monday
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday then we start again!
Wy has tried to learn the song but the poor guy just gets confused
Sunday, Monday
Tuesday, Threesday, Foursday,
Fivesday, Sixday, Sevensday, Eightsday, Ninesday
Tensday, Elevensday, Twelvesday, Thirteensday
(It just keeps going)
Last weekend Jack lost his 2nd tooth. He got home after his morning soccer game and realized his tooth was MIA. John told me "I'm not going back to look for that." He told Jack to write a note to the Tooth Fairy which they would put in the little tooth pillow.
And here is Easter - we had a lovely day:
Waiting to come downstairs to see the goods.
Yo-yo's, kites and piggy banks oh-my!
Digging for chocolate.
Love and blessings!
The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
You may or may not have heard that our house was broken into on Friday. The house is fine - though there are marks on the front door that show how they pried their way in. I think I would feel more burgled if we had a big mess to clean up or things to repair. Nope. They took a laptop which we can replace, the safe with a lot of sensitive papers/paperwork inside and everything else they took had high sentimental value. I'm pretty mad about some of the sentimental things but I am completely freaked out about the paperwork in the safe. That is going to be a nightmare to deal with.
Thankfully we weren't home when the folks broke in so no one was hurt. Jess walked to the house after school and knew something was wrong. She called me to tell me she thought the house had been broken into. I told her to get out of the house, go to the neighbor's house and call the police. I shifted plans from picking up Wy and went immediately to the house to wait with Jess for the police. Devon and the kids showed up minutes after I did and we waited together. The kids did not understand why it it took "SO LONG" for the cops to get to the hosue. Jack wanted me to let him call the police to ask "WHY aren't you at my house yet?" I explained that they would get to us as quickly as they could.
In some ways the sight of 2 police officers going through my house with guns at the ready is more disturbing than the thought of someone breaking in and stealing things... As we waited for the officers to check the house, Jess kept telling me she had touched things inside and she shouldn't have. I finally looked at her and said "This isn't CSI. They aren't going to fingerprint our house." Guess what, they fingerprinted the house.
Jack spent most of Friday evening pacing and telling John we had to move. He was happy that the thieves didn't take his soccer balls but he was sure they had stolen his soccer shirt and shorts (they were in the laundry). Wy was baffled that the thieves did not take any of his Thomas trains. That was incomprehensible to him.
One of my friends suggested we have someone smudge the house and I immediately knew she was right. Mom called my Aunt Beth and she brought her smudging gear and and went through the whole house cleansing and blessing and protecting us as she went. Jack and Wy beat the drums to chase out the bad spirits. (Before she came over, Jack kept saying "Beth is going to s... Beth is going to s... What is Beth going to do to our house?")
Here she is with the heron wing she used to waft the sage through the house as the boys beat the drum. (Jack may be a little drummer in the making as he created and kept up a very specific pattern for the smudging.)
And here she is smudging one of the rooms.
As for the house, we are pricing new front doors and discussing installing a security system.
Thankfully we weren't home when the folks broke in so no one was hurt. Jess walked to the house after school and knew something was wrong. She called me to tell me she thought the house had been broken into. I told her to get out of the house, go to the neighbor's house and call the police. I shifted plans from picking up Wy and went immediately to the house to wait with Jess for the police. Devon and the kids showed up minutes after I did and we waited together. The kids did not understand why it it took "SO LONG" for the cops to get to the hosue. Jack wanted me to let him call the police to ask "WHY aren't you at my house yet?" I explained that they would get to us as quickly as they could.
In some ways the sight of 2 police officers going through my house with guns at the ready is more disturbing than the thought of someone breaking in and stealing things... As we waited for the officers to check the house, Jess kept telling me she had touched things inside and she shouldn't have. I finally looked at her and said "This isn't CSI. They aren't going to fingerprint our house." Guess what, they fingerprinted the house.
Jack spent most of Friday evening pacing and telling John we had to move. He was happy that the thieves didn't take his soccer balls but he was sure they had stolen his soccer shirt and shorts (they were in the laundry). Wy was baffled that the thieves did not take any of his Thomas trains. That was incomprehensible to him.
One of my friends suggested we have someone smudge the house and I immediately knew she was right. Mom called my Aunt Beth and she brought her smudging gear and and went through the whole house cleansing and blessing and protecting us as she went. Jack and Wy beat the drums to chase out the bad spirits. (Before she came over, Jack kept saying "Beth is going to s... Beth is going to s... What is Beth going to do to our house?")
Here she is with the heron wing she used to waft the sage through the house as the boys beat the drum. (Jack may be a little drummer in the making as he created and kept up a very specific pattern for the smudging.)
And here she is smudging one of the rooms.
As for the house, we are pricing new front doors and discussing installing a security system.
Jack is 6!
Jack asked for a Super-hero party so we helped him make invitations and I arranged for a real live actor to show up wearing a too small red Power Ranger get up. The kids LOVED IT!!!! Super Hero Jeff helped the kids make super hero capes. When most of the kids were done, he led them in super hero calisthenics, because "super heroes have to be super strong!" (A yard full of 6 year olds doing push ups is a sight to see!) Then he led them on a super hero adventure (a scavenger hunt) where they collected power cuffs, communicators and Super super hero awards. And just before we served up the cake, he dashed off to help citizens in need. Super hero Jeff is a SUPER super hero!
You can follow this link to see more pictures of Jack's 6th birthday party!
http://owenlandparkproductions.shutterfly.com/
You can follow this link to see more pictures of Jack's 6th birthday party!
http://owenlandparkproductions.shutterfly.com/
Buh
I have no idea when or how it started but Wy insists on being called "Wyatt-b" (pronounced Wyattuh-buh). He insists on spelling it W-y-a-t-b and corrects us if we messpell his name now. The boys roll with laughter as they "buh" it up.
Mommy-uh-buh (sometimes Mommy-tuh-buh)
Daddy-uh-buh
Jack-uh-buh
Libby-uh-buh
Mommy-uh-buh (sometimes Mommy-tuh-buh)
Daddy-uh-buh
Jack-uh-buh
Libby-uh-buh
The Sad Story of Jesus
I picked Jack up from school and we were on our way to pick up Wyatt from daycare when Jack said "Mommy, do you want to hear the sad story of Jesus? He dies in this story." I told him that I would like to hear the story and he pulled out this long strip of paper that looks like a strip of film with pictures of the Stations that the kids had colored and put in the correct order. He started telling me the story:
"Station One:
Jesus is condemned to death.
Station Two:
Jesus carries the cross.
Station Three:
Jesus falls the first time.
Station Four:
Mary prays for Jesus.
Station Five:
Sam carries the cross with Jesus.
Station Six:
A girl wipes Jesus' face.
Station Seven:
Jesus falls the second time.
Station Eight:
Jesus meets a free woman.
Station Nine:
Jesus falls the third time.
Station Ten:
Jesus' clothes gets taken away.
Station Eleven:
Jesus gets nailed to the cross.
Station Twelve:
This one might make you cry, ok, Mommy? Cuz' Jesus dies.
Station Thirteen:
Jesus gets down from the cross.
Station Fourteen:
Jesus gets put into a tomb.
Station Fifteen:
Jesus gets...Jesus gets...um, Jesus gets back alive?"
Then he showed me one of the pictures he colored at school for his story:
I never knew Jesus had purple hair...
"Station One:
Jesus is condemned to death.
Station Two:
Jesus carries the cross.
Station Three:
Jesus falls the first time.
Station Four:
Mary prays for Jesus.
Station Five:
Sam carries the cross with Jesus.
Station Six:
A girl wipes Jesus' face.
Station Seven:
Jesus falls the second time.
Station Eight:
Jesus meets a free woman.
Station Nine:
Jesus falls the third time.
Station Ten:
Jesus' clothes gets taken away.
Station Eleven:
Jesus gets nailed to the cross.
Station Twelve:
This one might make you cry, ok, Mommy? Cuz' Jesus dies.
Station Thirteen:
Jesus gets down from the cross.
Station Fourteen:
Jesus gets put into a tomb.
Station Fifteen:
Jesus gets...Jesus gets...um, Jesus gets back alive?"
Then he showed me one of the pictures he colored at school for his story:
I never knew Jesus had purple hair...
