Check this out you 1970's babies!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZshZp-cxKg
Ahhh, I love it! Brings me right back to Saturday morning cartoons, Malt-o Meal, me and my brother building snuggle houses in the living room.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
My grills
We got ten chickens on Valentines day. Actually they are, were, "peeps". Thomas named the first one "Foob" and Tessa named hers "Me". After that, Tessa was done with naming but Thomas was just getting started. As of today, the chickens name list is as follows: Foob, Me, Stone, Eagle( this might be my favorite), Smoke, Nest, Hammer and Joni. Joni I named to honor my folk idol, Joni Mitchell. Really what a better way to be honored right? I'm sure she would be touched. I keep telling Thomas that these are girls, not boys and he says, "oh right, grills".
Nathan is about halfway done with our "timberframe" chicken house. If you know Nathan very well, he doesn't half ass build ANYTHING, - bonus when it comes to the final product, but hard on me during my moments of impatience. Really, I'm not complaining though. If I were the one building it, it would look like utter crap. I have NO building skills. I'd build something ugly out of scraps, then plant a bunch of plants on it to hide it.
The chicks or pullets are getting big and wanting to roost on everything. They don't have alot of options in their small box, so they balance on the edges of the box they live in. I had to staple plastic green fencing to the sides to keep them in. Today I placed some big sticks diagonally across the corners to give them something respectable to perch on. I love tending to the chickens, I think I'm a farm girl/homesteader at heart. Ah, as Thomas says, "Your the chickens mamma".
Nathan is about halfway done with our "timberframe" chicken house. If you know Nathan very well, he doesn't half ass build ANYTHING, - bonus when it comes to the final product, but hard on me during my moments of impatience. Really, I'm not complaining though. If I were the one building it, it would look like utter crap. I have NO building skills. I'd build something ugly out of scraps, then plant a bunch of plants on it to hide it.
The chicks or pullets are getting big and wanting to roost on everything. They don't have alot of options in their small box, so they balance on the edges of the box they live in. I had to staple plastic green fencing to the sides to keep them in. Today I placed some big sticks diagonally across the corners to give them something respectable to perch on. I love tending to the chickens, I think I'm a farm girl/homesteader at heart. Ah, as Thomas says, "Your the chickens mamma".
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Christmas Prequel
Dec 5, 2008
I took my kids to dinner tonight at my neighbor Amy’s house. She was having a few of her lady friends over and wanted me to meet them. She also thought my kids, Thomas 3 and Tessa 1.5 would have fun playing with her kids Emily 6 and Alex 8.
As soon as we got in the door Thomas and Tessa beeline to a nativity set on the living room floor. I ask Amy if it’s ok for them to play with, she says,” oh yeah, sure”. With in minutes Emily brings us what looks like half a cashew. She informs us it was the arm of baby Jesus and that Thomas broke it off. Apparently the set is ceramic. So the dismembered baby Jesus and his crew takes a hiatus to top of the nearest book shelf.
A while later I go to check on my kids and they are sitting with Emily in the middle of her room. My kids look up at me with makeup all over there faces. Thomas had blue and hot pink swirls on his cheeks and green zig zags on his forehead. Tessa has crazy uneven blue and purple eyebrows that were connected with hot pink circles, a dark line going down her check and encircling her mouth a couple of times.
This probably should’ve been the moment I decided things weren’t going well, took my kids and left. But I thought that it really couldn’t get any worse, broken baby Jesus, faces covered in makeup, it’ll all be fine.
I while later, while sitting at the table, laughing, eating, fully enjoying myself, my hostess comes up to my left ear and quietly says, “ Um, Thomas just opened all our Christmas presents.”…..Whhaaaaa? “Did you say he OPENED ALL OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS?” Amy: ‘yes”. Me: “OMG!!” I get up, go to her room and there is Thomas in the middle of all their presents, surrounded by shredded Christmas paper. Her two kids stood their staring down at all there opened gifts.
I went out and profusely apologized to my hostess, who was gracious. I began packing up my items as I hear my son say, “ Mamma, Tessa is in the toilet”, I look at him, his face paint smudged more than it was, kind of glistening. He begins to rub his palms on his face, pulling on his cheeks, smearing the makeup more and more. It looks very liquidy and I smell sweet gardenia wafting from his little bouncing body. Amy leans over and smells his face, “he is covered in my lotion”. I now see it is all over his arms as well as his face and ears. Thomas repeats,” Mamma, Tessa is in the toilet”. His words sink in.
I run to the bathroom and Tessa is half in the toilet rubbing bits of wet toilet paper on her wet face and on top of her head. Her sweatshirt is soaked up to the armpits; she is standing in a puddle that is quickly being absorbed by the cheery red holiday bathmat which is also dotted with clumps of wet toilet paper.I can barely stand the thought of my hostess seeing this in addition to everything that’s already happened. I quickly start scraping and picking the best I can, at all the bits of paper. I grab more paper and wipe pitifully at her face and hair.
With Tessa under one arm I carry her into the living room and quickly gather my belongings. My fellow party goers look at me and either are laughing and slapping their knees or hold expressions of sincere pity on their shaking heads.
When I finally have my purse, diaper bag and a little hand in each of my own I start towards the door. Amy is walking with my across the living room and just as I reach the doorknob, Thomas reaches a tray of beads and faster than anyone can react he hurls that whole tray into the middle of the carpet, beads explode in every direction. We all get down on the floor and have the kids help us pick them up. There is more laughter from the ladies at the table. I am grateful for them, they remind me and hopefully my hostess that this is just one of those moments- that happen- and that is worth writing down. When all the beads are cleaning up I smile my best, with my burning cheeks and say to everyone, “Nice to meet you all, I had a great time and now I’ll leave before we burn the house down.”
I took my kids to dinner tonight at my neighbor Amy’s house. She was having a few of her lady friends over and wanted me to meet them. She also thought my kids, Thomas 3 and Tessa 1.5 would have fun playing with her kids Emily 6 and Alex 8.
As soon as we got in the door Thomas and Tessa beeline to a nativity set on the living room floor. I ask Amy if it’s ok for them to play with, she says,” oh yeah, sure”. With in minutes Emily brings us what looks like half a cashew. She informs us it was the arm of baby Jesus and that Thomas broke it off. Apparently the set is ceramic. So the dismembered baby Jesus and his crew takes a hiatus to top of the nearest book shelf.
A while later I go to check on my kids and they are sitting with Emily in the middle of her room. My kids look up at me with makeup all over there faces. Thomas had blue and hot pink swirls on his cheeks and green zig zags on his forehead. Tessa has crazy uneven blue and purple eyebrows that were connected with hot pink circles, a dark line going down her check and encircling her mouth a couple of times.
This probably should’ve been the moment I decided things weren’t going well, took my kids and left. But I thought that it really couldn’t get any worse, broken baby Jesus, faces covered in makeup, it’ll all be fine.
I while later, while sitting at the table, laughing, eating, fully enjoying myself, my hostess comes up to my left ear and quietly says, “ Um, Thomas just opened all our Christmas presents.”…..Whhaaaaa? “Did you say he OPENED ALL OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS?” Amy: ‘yes”. Me: “OMG!!” I get up, go to her room and there is Thomas in the middle of all their presents, surrounded by shredded Christmas paper. Her two kids stood their staring down at all there opened gifts.
I went out and profusely apologized to my hostess, who was gracious. I began packing up my items as I hear my son say, “ Mamma, Tessa is in the toilet”, I look at him, his face paint smudged more than it was, kind of glistening. He begins to rub his palms on his face, pulling on his cheeks, smearing the makeup more and more. It looks very liquidy and I smell sweet gardenia wafting from his little bouncing body. Amy leans over and smells his face, “he is covered in my lotion”. I now see it is all over his arms as well as his face and ears. Thomas repeats,” Mamma, Tessa is in the toilet”. His words sink in.
I run to the bathroom and Tessa is half in the toilet rubbing bits of wet toilet paper on her wet face and on top of her head. Her sweatshirt is soaked up to the armpits; she is standing in a puddle that is quickly being absorbed by the cheery red holiday bathmat which is also dotted with clumps of wet toilet paper.I can barely stand the thought of my hostess seeing this in addition to everything that’s already happened. I quickly start scraping and picking the best I can, at all the bits of paper. I grab more paper and wipe pitifully at her face and hair.
With Tessa under one arm I carry her into the living room and quickly gather my belongings. My fellow party goers look at me and either are laughing and slapping their knees or hold expressions of sincere pity on their shaking heads.
When I finally have my purse, diaper bag and a little hand in each of my own I start towards the door. Amy is walking with my across the living room and just as I reach the doorknob, Thomas reaches a tray of beads and faster than anyone can react he hurls that whole tray into the middle of the carpet, beads explode in every direction. We all get down on the floor and have the kids help us pick them up. There is more laughter from the ladies at the table. I am grateful for them, they remind me and hopefully my hostess that this is just one of those moments- that happen- and that is worth writing down. When all the beads are cleaning up I smile my best, with my burning cheeks and say to everyone, “Nice to meet you all, I had a great time and now I’ll leave before we burn the house down.”
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