Monday, March 31, 2008

There's a Bad Guy under our couch!

Isaac now has a toy that is officially named "bad guy". The other day he woke up and his first question was "where's the bad guy?' I guess the "good guy" must always be on his guard when there's a bad guy on the loose. This bad guy gets put on time-outs, often. Yesterday when I was about to use the microwave, I found the bad guy sitting in there awaiting his sentence. Fortunately, for the "bad guy" and the well being of the microwave, the executioner couldn't get the power or radioactive phasor going. Thank goodness for the safety button which was previously implemented by the good guys” superiors?

This is actually the "bad guy's" 2nd in command. The actual bad guy refused to get out from under the couch, afraid of being in pictures, and no doubt up to something bad.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Dr. Minivan in Pink Pajamas

O.k. well, Isaac and I are still in the PJs we wore last night, and actually, Isaac is still in the cloths he wore yesterday, oops. Well, it's cold outside, nobody has surprised us and come over for a visit, and sinfully I've been reading too much. I had to finish a book, but that “finish” line didn't come early. How's 3 am-ish? It was a good book though. Chris, the kind and wonderful husband he is, charitably got up with the boys, got them dressed, fed and got them off to school before I even noticed. When I finally made my eyelids assume the “awake” position, I saw Chris standing over the bed with an Egg McMuffin and a medium diet coke. That's when I knew he had gotten up and gone somewhere and it wasn't just to the bathroom. Sleep must start becoming a priority in my life. But that's hard to do when your "me" time doesn't start until 8 or 9pm.

Speaking of time, the time spent in a minivan with children can be very educational. I don't know if it's the rhythm of the car going over bumps, cracks, or pot holes that creates their willingness to talk, but whatever the reason, my kids are more at ease and conversational in the car. I think I could even recommend that child psychologist invest in a dirty minivan and load his patients in for a more productive session.

Dr. Minivan on the first day of Spring

This talkative session was over movies they can and can't see. There are kids they know at school and neighbors who "get" to watch pg-13 and R movies. They keep asking me why they can't watch them. Some of them include Spiderman, Batman, the Hulk, and other superhero movies. It's really hard to tell them at this age the reasons for the rating when those characters are aimed at boys with super-hero imaginations. Well, anyway, that has been the topic of many a conversation. But this time it was about why in general movies are rated that way. A lot of times I make the mistake of saying "I don't know" to questions I don't always want to get into too deep. Like what makes a film a certain rating. Finally, in his infinite 6 year old wisdom, Douglas enlightened me on the definitions and meanings of the ratings:

G=Good

PG= Pretty good

PG-13= Pretty good if you're 13

R= Really Bad

X= eXtremely Bad

Well there it is in case clarification was needed for any of you confused in a video store or movie theater.

Uh-oh, time to get Isaac dressed so we can go pick the boys up from school. Well, his outfit from yesterday isn’t too dirty. It’s stayin’ on. Just doing my part in water preservation or something like that (maybe it's my lack of interest in doing laundry).

Here's a couple of pictures from the yummy chocolate themed holiday known as Easter, the real reasons would be shared later that day while in church (unless they are so loaded on sugar they can't even concentrate).

Lookin' good and all Springy in your pastels.

Chocolate & Isaac equals an 11pm bed time.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Monkey meets Capt'n Crunch


Pops! The next best thing when the mom has forgotten to bring home Capt'n Crunch to start out a 6 year-old's morning.

Looking good Reed! This look should last for about 1 hour of church.

Look! Two new teeth and they're coming in crooked! But they are still so cute.


That's a nice way of stretching one's arms.

"See what mommy planted last spring? It's green and it's alive! Ewww, that could be kind of gross."




Well, I often talk about my boys, but have gotten out of the habit of taking pictures of them and posting them on my blog. You may have started to think I keep them safely stored in a closet and that I bring them out only for special occasions, like dinner, homework, or Star Wars reenactments. No, they really are here, and are to some degree open-range children, moo. Maybe not as open-range as a neighbor boy named Comanche, who every day at about 3:45 will give our front door a fierce pounding and then an earnest pleading for someone to play with. I really feel bad for “only” children and it makes me think, "wow, twins really are a blessing!"

The real reason for the lack of pictures is that after 5 months of being locked inside of our constantly re-circulated heated air, no doubt germ infested, house, plus looking daily at the same marker scribbled on walls, and by evening sporting a Little Einstein glazed-over look in our eyes, pictures just aren't even thought of. So, yesterday while the weather was a balmy 35 degrees, Douglas and I went outside to play on the monkey bars and shoot a few pictures as proof that Michigan's winter hasn't totally left us hopeless and bereft of a Spring. We survived but only for about 15 minutes then had to call it quits and swing back into the house, scratching our arm-pits and making oo-oo-ee-ee (monkey) noises. (how do you spell that anyway?)

As a result of returning to that re-circulated air, Douglas spent last night emptying his innards, much in the fashion that Isaac did about a week ago. Luckily Douglas knows the feeling and can ask for a bowl and help. Also, because of his excellent aim, there was no mess that a good laundry machine couldn't clean up. He is better now, I think… He plans on recovering by Wednesday for that is the big day, the day in which the Kindergarteners and not the "Graders," as Reed calls the "upper-classmen," get to go to the movies to see "Horton Hears a Who."

I just had Chris edit my entry here. He's my comma conscience (wow, I just spelled that last word correctly. I always find it a relief when my arch enemy Mr. Spell Czech doesn't underline my misspelled words in that frightening crimson color! Did Bill Gates have a bunch of old retired elementary school marms with bifocals design his editing software?) I love you Chris for your sexy calves and your Jedi-like mastery of the comma.

"Don't I look so cute and innocent? Well, I am...mostly."

Friday, March 7, 2008

Bad eating habbits: The real cause of global warming

Our living room currently has a lingering noxious cloud of vomit scent thanks to Isaac and his strategic placement of certain odor causing particles. He is fine and was jumping around gleefully between each purge. Unfortunately, Reed and Douglas, as well as their mother, cannot get past the smell. It lingers in their noses and consumes their every thought so much that their knowledge of nature and its olfactorious ways have been deeply explored. During one of those colliding trains of thoughts, Douglas observed, while getting in bed last night, that" penguins aren't that lucky."

What? There is always a basis from where these thoughts come, so in order to find out the reason for a baby penguins lack of luck I inquired. He told me that it's “because when they are sick their moms have to throw up in their mouths."

I thought he was going to mention something about the theory of "global warming” or that they happen to be the favorite dish of the leopard seal. Apparently we haven't clarified the odd feeding methods of penguins or other birds. Yes, I'd have to agree that they aren't that lucky because of that very method of feeding, but to him it would seem that well fed penguins are always sick. Or at least they should be after a meal like that.

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