Friday, February 26, 2010

The Return of Batteries: Part 2

This was not how much snow we got this time. This was how much snow we got last time. I just realized I'd never published it. It has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the pictures. Which are...

Atlee's 6th Birthday. We kicked her birthday off with balloons in bed, waffles with sprinkles, and well wishes from around the world. She had school on her birthday, but she was OK with that. She got to wear a crown at school and there were cupcakes!

Cupcakes with sprinkles!

Rich and I bought her sparkle shoes. Grandma & Grandpa got her earrings. She reminded me of Gollum as she caressed them and said, "My precious. My precious earrings."

She had an awesome birthday and her party isn't even until this Saturday! Thank you guys for giving her a great birthday week!

The Return of Batteries: Part 1

I swear I only turned the thermostat down to 65. Whiners.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Energy Shortage.

I'm not able to take any photos lately. The batteries in the camera died. We once had a crazy surplus of AA batteries, but no longer. Greeley pounces on any battery left out in the open. Or on a shelf in the pantry. Or hidden in the back of a closet. No, I don't know what she does with them. They haven't materialized under a couch or in an unexpected drawer yet. Perhaps she's putting them in the hole in the family room couch?

The point is, I haven't taken any pictures lately. So, we have to go back through some shots previously not considered exciting enough for publication. As a result, I give you:

Atlee washing her hands after using the bathroom.

And why yes, it is a new low around here. Thank you. Thank you very much.

If you're sick of winter, or even if you're not, you should hop over to the Patio Boat and read my big brother's latest poem, In February.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

"My Mom Rocks."

Let's kick it off with an Emerson picture. Because he's Emerson. There are cheeks and drool and all the things that make me want to chew on him. Shea's always telling me "Stop eating the baby." Whatever. He's tasty.

Our second offering today possesses a certain humor to it. Note the girl child wearing marker eye shadow, surrounded by clutter and wearing a shirt covered in noodle-o's saying I rock. Some days not so much.

Last night at dinner, Greeley said something about how I'm her only mother. Rich has been trying to convince me for years that I should let him start a harem. ("Polygamy: Let's Give It A Chance.") So, he says something to Greeley, asking her if she wants to add another mom. And Atlee, my sweet Atlee, says, "Yeah. Maybe if we add a couple more moms, I could finally get some service around here." I'm considering cancelling her birthday this year.

***Edited to add- I went back and put the title in quotation marks to show it was the name of the shirt. Every time I see this post, I think it means MY mom rocks. MY mom totally does rock, but this post is about the silly shirt Rich bough that says I rock. For the record, MY mom totally does rock. ***

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Totally Worth It.

We don't know if it was the pregnancy that almost killed me or not- but if it was...he was totally worth it.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Billy Goats Gruff.

We had a lot of rain one day last week. So much that Shea alerted us to a small flood downstairs. Once we had about an inch in many parts, Rich built us a bridge. We have to reach the TV and computer, right? Greeley and Atlee were loving the bridge. It all dried out and we're OK now, but Greeley asked last night where her bridge went.