Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Sample Emmie chatter

"I broke my chip. Can I eat it off the floor?"
"Riley! Logan! You forgot your helmets!" (they were riding bikes)
"Logan! You forgot your blankie! Where's my blankie?"
"Mom! You forgot your slippers!" (anytime she finds them off my feet)
(she's getting bossy, can you tell)
"Mom, can we do school? Can I get my crayons and paper and do school?"

To top it off, she has a raspy voice still from last week's throat infection...

Sunday, February 19, 2006

It looks like I'm going to have to get him in a 12-step program.  Posted by Picasa

fingerpainting beauty  Posted by Picasa

Saturday, February 18, 2006

I'm willing to bet good cash money that churches will cancel tomorrow because of this - we'll see. I just wanted my Yankee kinfolk to see what shuts us down here in Rebel land.  Posted by Picasa

Thursday, February 16, 2006

my articulate 2 year old

Emmie just ran in the kitchen and said, "Can we see if Xander and Desi are home?" That clearly. Minimal lisping. Then presented me with her little box of candy (I know, I never give them candy in the morning but you know how it goes I'm working on something and want them to stay outside while it's like seventy degrees out) and says, "Can you open this for me? It's kinda stuck." Logan at this age still mostly grunted. Forgive me for being in wonder.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Things that make me happy to be a mom. Not a staged shot, just Emmie's idea of sharing with her "rockin-horthsey." Posted by Picasa

Do you even realize the significance of this? I just took this picture. It's 10:23pm, Logan is asleep in his bed, and this...this is "the blink"! This marks a turning point in the life of my 4 and 3/4 year-old son. After he quit sucking his thumb (for money, what else) he gradually became less addicted to the blink - and here it is, under the kitchen table for the night, a tribute to his fleeting childhood. Or something. Posted by Picasa

What can I say.  Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Today Logan went to Target with me and picked out two little Transformers - this is his rendition of one of them. He's FOUR! Check out the details.  Posted by Picasa

Monday, February 13, 2006

This is a conversation just now between Logan and Riley

L - Tomorrow I'm moving.
R - Where?
L - To Africa.
R - Which house in Africa?
L - The greenish-bluish one.
R - Is there a house beside it?
L - Well, one part is green and one part is blue.
R - But is there a house beside it?
L - Yeah, it's for my brother. (?)
R - Is there another house beside it?
L - Yeah, but another family lives there.
R - No, Logan, I have to live beside you!
L - No you don't.
R - Yes I do! This isn't fair, Logan!
L - Okay, but there's no more room in Africa.
R - Logan!
L - Okay, but I'm moving to Antarctica because there's space in Antarctica.
R - Where I can live?
L - Yeah, you can live aross the street.
R - And we'll eat a little bit of candy every day.

Now they're packing, but they won't let Emmie come.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

kid stuff

This afternoon we took the kids to the dollar theater to see Wallace and Grommet. At one point Riley was overheard to say "Logan, will you hold my hand, I'm a little scared."

As I carried Emmie into the house (having - as usual - taken off her socks and shoes) I kissed her and said, "Oh, Em, I enjoy you." To which she promptly answered, "I enjoyed my lollipop." That was several days ago, and still fresh on her mind?

Tonight she said to Jeff "oh, Dad, where's your twinkle?" (pointing to his ring which is just like mine but without the diamond...) The little bug really takes in jewelry.

This is a look Emmie likes to achieve with whatever food material she has left after eating - this morning, for instance, the remnants of her Frosted Cheerios. She finds that smearing it over both hands and then running her hands through her hair and finally putting the bowl on her head helps her get that look that others pay 20 bucks or more for in products like "surf hair" or "hair putty" or "Got2bespiky".  Posted by Picasa

Friday, February 10, 2006

here's Riley three years ago - watching the snow in our Heights house. Posted by Picasa

I thought I'd show (for my mom and sisters especially who I'm sure despaired of me ever becoming a "lady") that Riley definitely has some of me in her - she has no compulsions about climbing in her dress.  Posted by Picasa

catching snowflakes - they were as big as pancakes for a while Posted by Picasa

Look hard, you can see it, can't you? "It's a snow storm!" as Riley keeps saying. Posted by Picasa

He's trying to let Emmie catch snowflakes too Posted by Picasa

Arkansan winter - snow on green grass  Posted by Picasa

Valentine's Party aftermath Posted by Picasa

It's snowing!

Last night I told the kids it might snow today, but that since we live in AR it might NOT snow even though there's a chance...and I was cautioning them not to get upset if it doesn't snow...

So we're praying before bed, and Riley prays, "Dear God, please let it snow tomorrow, but if you choose not to let it snow then please don't let Logan have a bad heart - because sometimes he does - and don't let me have a bad heart either. Amen."

My poor little non-Yankee brood.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I'm the pope of my home

Emmie just came up to me and kissed my ring. She says "Oh, Twinkle! [my ring] How are you today, Twinkle? [kiss, kiss] I love you, Twinkle!"

Monday, February 06, 2006

Riley yanked her own tooth out Sunday morning! Snaggle-tooth princess. Posted by Picasa

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