Tuesday, May 31, 2011

butte-iful day

What’s more fun on Memorial Day than climbing an old volcanic butte?

How about carrying a 28 lb. toddler on your back, having it rain AND hail, and having your seven year old daughter literally thinking she was going to die and not caring if the whole valley knew about it.

But, hey, that’s what good family memories are made of.

The highlight? Seeing my sons excitement knowing they have walked in a real volcano.

Friday, May 27, 2011

cookie {and} monster

I asked Greggory what he wanted for breakfast this morning and he told me he wasn’t hungry because he had a nightmare about a whale last night. I must have appeared confused because he added that the whale was eating him.


He then explained that because of this horrible nightmare, he had to wake up in the middle of the night and eat all the chocolate chip cookies out of the cookie jar (which happened to be about eight).

And therefore, would not be eating breakfast today.

Well, I’m just glad they were oatmeal chocolate chip.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

flower child

Little girls and dandelions. Is there a sweeter combination?

Monday, May 23, 2011

the shoe must go on

Here's the thing. Holland has an adorable fetish with shoes and that pretty much sums it up. There's no funny story behind the scenes, or freak accident--she just likes shoes. Of all kinds. It doesn't matter if they are men's, woman's or her brothers. She'll try on whatever comes her way.

I think it's cute. And I think she's cute. What more is there to say?

This is Holland liking the fact that I'm taking so many pictures.

"Maybe if I play dead she'll go away."

Monday, May 16, 2011

ride on

It seems almost cruel. Especially to a sweet little boy.

Last week was our week-long season of Spring where we live. We celebrated by planting flowers, pulling out the kiddie pool and buying the long-anticipated new bike for our oldest son. Which meant that the older, smaller bike immediately was inherited by the younger, smaller brother. He couldn't have been more delighted. As soon as we strapped on those training wheels he was off! Well, after several pushes from his mother. We watched as he circled slowly around the cul-de-sac past our house. Weee! We heard him say. The rest of the day was spent on that bike, circling slowly, around and around.

Yesterday. The little guy wakes up excited to ride his new bike. Well, it's Sunday, and we get to do other activities on Sunday, so we explain that he needs to wait until Monday. He nods, trying hard to be patient.

Today. Today's the day! The first words out of his mouth were not his usual launch about the urgency of eating right away, but are declarations to ride his bike! I convince him to have his breakfast first. He agrees. After his oatmeal, he manages to ride around the circle a couple of times, then comes in, defeated. It's cold, he says.

And so it is. And so it will remain (with chance of showers) for the rest of the week. I'm trying to decide if printing out a picture of a bike for him to color would be therapeutic or torture.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

privacy, please

Okay, I'm going private. Who wants in?