Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Breaking and Entering

As you may have read in a previous blog entry, Isaac’s use of the bathroom has been limited and is only permitted under parental supervision. Since he doesn’t use it as a bathroom but rather as a splash park, we have had to keep the doors locked. We use various sharp tools such as paper clips and nails to unlock the doors prior to the proper use of these linoleum lined sanctums. Well, this charming, observant, and quite intelligent young man has observed this process of lock picking one too many times. Here, in this photograph, I have actual proof of a 2 year old picking a lock with a toothpick (toothpick! What a great idea!). Because he is a minor I don’t think this particular act of “breaking and entering” will tarnish his nearly perfect record. Let’s just hope he doesn’t run for any political office in the future, you never know how deep they’ll dig for the tiniest bit of dirt.

Hey! Where's my rhinoplasty?!


Here we have “Pokey”, looking nice and sharp in his stony grey skin. The pointy features on his nose have made him quite famous even among Hollywoodies, who go in throngs to their favorite plastic surgeons to get what is called a rhinoplasty. How flattering for this fabulous beast, a true Cyrano de Bergerac of the animal kingdom. Oh, and his poetry, who nose where it will take him.

O.k., enough cheese…

This fashion news was inspired by my 2 year old son Isaac who has renamed the Rhino. The new name for this lovely beast is “Pokey”. Isaac will have nothing to do with “rhinoceros” and even gets quite angry when contradicted on the subject. Pokey, on account of his sharper features, has become the obvious target of bad behavior, spending many a minute on timeouts. Why must he be blamed for every careless barefoot stepping on him? Where is personal responsibility? Wear shoes for Pokey’s sake!


Monday, January 21, 2008

Martin Luther King Day

Martin Luther King Day (or as Reed refers to it: Dr. Luther King Day)

At the boys' school these past 2 weeks there has been much focus on the celebration of Martin Luther King Day. They know more about the holiday than I do. Kids can be so educational. In order to properly celebrate the holiday we decided to ask them the reasons. Reed had the most to say on the subject.

What did Martin Luther King do?

Reed: He got shot.

Why do we have a holiday for him?

Reed: Because he had a dream.

What was dream about?

Reed: He's a Doctor and he's a King.

We then went on to shed greater light on his profound answers. I find it quite funny to learn what kids actually glean from the teachings school provides. I guess their principal was singing a lot of songs for the holiday over the loud speaker. I believe one of them had the word Hallelujah in it because Reed came home last week singing “Hallelujah Dr. King!”

On a more serious note. We are grateful for those brave people, like Dr. King, who are willing to fight for what is right and at times losing their own lives in the process.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Masking Tape Marathon, don't hurt yourself!


Reed and Douglas on their 6th birthday with big grins showing off their missing teeth.


Gotta make sure everyone gets a chance to blow out a candle.

Another birthday! Aaahhhh! I have two 6 year olds. I was just asking myself: Self, how old will I be when they turn 16 and can start dating? The number was not comforting. I don’t even want to type it, so there.

Reed and Douglas got spoiled and even Isaac got a gift or two. It’s really hard having their birthday so close to Christmas. They don’t realize the novelty of getting presents on their birthday, as their skills of unwrapping gifts are still fresh and fine tuned from 16 days prior. It’s so much more fun to unwrap a gift in July when one has been so out of practice, and when those special little muscles haven’t been used or even stretched. “Ow! Ow! My pinky, it’s cramping! Someone, get over her and peel off this tape! Quick!”

These two boys were actually due on Groundhog’s day, but they thought it important to be early than risk arriving late. If only they still had that acute concept of time when getting ready for school in the morning. I guess I must accept that some things are lost with time and age. Some of them can come back, like baby fat, though it’s not as cute when you’re 31 (AAhhh! I just gave away my age, so you can figure out the earlier equation, but there really is no need to strain yourself, so just keep reading).

Speaking of age, I was just wondering when Isaac’s keen interest in toilets and its water will end. Let’s see, he’s 2 ½ , an age when I think it would be a good idea to potty train, and he refuses to even sit on the toilet, but has no problem taking from the polluted well. I’ve had to keep cups out of his reach and have become even more militant toward Reed and Douglas as far as flushing habits go. At last, I have resorted to keeping the bathroom doors locked. The potty trained people have to come to me for a key if they wish to use the facilities. It’s kind of like a gas station, but I don’t always make them buy something in order to use it. Well, enough potty talk, I’m off to get the young masters from school. They don’t mind being late to school in the morning, but are quite insulted if I should show up even 2 minutes late. Hmmm, double standards?

Friday, January 11, 2008

Doppleganger (where's the umlaut key?)

Richard (Chris' dad) at age 7

Douglas at age 5

I always knew Douglas looked like Grandpa Williams, but wow, this picture really proves it! Their hair even goes in the same direction including the cowlick in the back.


Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Mawwage, it's what bwings us together today.


Here are a bunch of pictures from Chris' trip to Utah for his sister Lacey's wedding.


Jake and Lacey at the Luncheon after the wedding in the Salt Lake LDS Temple

The newly married couple.


Chris, Andi, and Mike

Matt and Leigh enjoying their last day in Utah before moving to the Caribbean for Med. School

Aaron and Andi Trammel, aaahhhh....how cute.

Finally, we got them all married off!

Scoot over, I'm falling off of the couch!


The Williams, Trammel, and Williams families

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Sid Soup or Stone Soup, which one do you want?


Combat Carl before the tragic accident

We sometimes enjoy watching movies on Sunday nights with our kids, a sort of calm them down and sedate-them-with-colorful-focused-pixels ritual. Tonight we watched Toy Story 1. In this movie there is a kid named Sid who is very cruel to toys (where is PETT (People for Ethical Treatment of Toys) when you need them?). He enjoys stabbing, decapitating, disemboweling, and blowing up his neighbor's toys, his sister's toys, and even his own, all the while sporting his black and white skull shirt and a very wicked laugh.

I have started using some of the characters the boys see in movies as examples of what to do or not to do. The modern day Aesop fable has to be delivered with haste to today's short attention spans. I'm sure I should probably focus more on scripture stories for such lessons, but I sometimes have to depend on Clifford the Big Red Dog to fill in some of the spaces. Dudley Dursley, in the movie Harry Potter, is my example of a spoiled child. When they don’t show gratitude for the many things we give them and constantly ask for stuff, I ask them if they want to turn out like Dudley. That one always seems to get them.


Lemon Meringue avant Mort

Anyway, I decided to use Sid as my example of a mean child tonight with the hope of thwarting their bickering behavior and desire to pick on their little brother. With his supposed uninvolved observation, Douglas , thinking of Sid’s behavior and not his own, noted that "Sid won't be getting anything for Christmas then." Reed further clarified that his punishment would be even worse, that "Sid was going to get girl toys for Christmas!" NO! Not girl toys! I guess some things are worse than coal. Though, if given coal for Christmas, like girl toys, I'm sure they would soon learn that both react well to a lit match. Though, the girl toys would probably have an unexpected Lemon Meringue or Strawberry Shortcake scented smoke.

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