Friday, October 22, 2010

Name That Offspring!

So, I've got thrush in my left breast and if I leave Greeley unattended, she'll cut her own hair. Again. So, while we wait patiently for me to upload some photos off the camera, let's play a round of Name That Offspring. Polls close in one week!

Thursday, October 14, 2010


No. This isn't one of those posts with a crazy abstract title. It's a post about Atlee and actual fossils.

(Well, and maybe it's also a good shot of Atlee's hair with blue streaks.)

Uncle Travi and his wife, Lexi, went fossil gathering last weekend. He was kind enough to bring us one for the kids to work on a bit. Atlee heard hammer and chisel and was all over it.

Rich even gave her safety goggles. I gave her the blue hair.

I don't know which of us gave her the blue eyes.

But she found the fossils all on her own.

Friday, October 8, 2010


No, spell check probably isn't going to recognize slackadaisical as a real word, but I think it's a fantabulous adjective for me this last week. Wait. It won't recognize fantabulous either. Eh.

When you don't post for a full week, you end up with a random mishmash of photos.

Chubs, er- Emerson, has started climbing onto stuff. This means Emerson's started falling down a lot more too. His current obsession is getting onto the dining room table. Evil parents always foiling a poor boy's plans.

As mentioned, we had some plans for last Saturday. We ended up unable to do all the things we had planned, but did make it to Trinity's birthday party. That's Amy's daughter. (Blog release on file.)

Amy had crafts planned. Crafts involving non-washable paints. She is indeed a wild woman.

Snow White can't believe her good luck.

Atlee's a sucker for painting things too. Rich is thinking about subcontracting her for some work in the future. She apparently cuts in around door frames like a professional.

After painting, there were cupcakes. Amy's so clever and sweet, she gave each kid a candle in their own cupcake to blow out. There's a reason my kids are head over heels for Amy. It starts with paint and cupcakes. And sparklers.

Even Shea comes to the table for cup cakes.

So, Amy and her craftiness left me feeling all inspired. I decided the girls and I were going to make paper maché piñatas. As mentioned on Facebook, they failed spectacularly. Or so I thought. The girls were still desperately excited to paint them.

Those are washable paints, by the way. I'm no crazy dare devil like Amy is.

What? It doesn't look like a pumpkin? Or did you notice that Snow White stepped out and Sleeping Beauty stepped in?

Atlee action shot.

Speaking of Sleeping Beauty...

Atlee decides upon the finishing touches for her, um, pumpkin.

Wilson was not interested once he realized there wasn't any food involved.

Poor dog. Wasting away to nothingness.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Last Saturday.

Last Saturday was a busy, busy day. I was going to break this into a few posts, but then I realized that TODAY is Saturday. AGAIN. And we have plans for today- which I will try to take even more pictures of. So, before the back log gets too tremendously large, let's just do them all in one big swoop. Go- go grab a cup of coffee- maybe a snack- and get settled in.

Last Saturday was a special kids oriented day at the Eisenhower Farm. Rich and Shea quickly separated themselves from me, Amy and the herd of squealing girls we were trying to herd.

But they were happy, squealing girls. Well, for the most part.

There was a fabulous petting zoo. We did have to tell all of the girls nobody was getting a horse. I think Amy took it the hardest.

Greeley even found a Greeley sized horse.

A sand box full of black eyed peas. Is it then a pea box?

Chubs was trapped in a back pack. Always in a back pack. You and I both know, internets, that if he'd been free he would have eaten those black eyed peas.

There was face paining. Atlee got a dolphin. No, really, it IS a dolphin. Is too.

Greeley opted for a rainbow.

Then she took her trusty mount out for a spin through the hay maze.

As if all of that wasn't enough action- we left the farm for a costume change and moved on to part 2- a birthday party. A birthday party with bubbles.

A small herd of little girls wearing party dresses and blowing bubbles. I know, the cute factor can't even be calculated.

Although, I did manage a shot of the patented Greeley glare.

I just like this one. I know I'm biased and all because she's mine, but damn that kid's beautiful. (And then I have the automatic reaction where I launch into "but that's not the important part, Greeley. What's more important is that you're a nice person. That you're kind to others. That you're smart and funny and caring. Who you are as a person is much more important than whether or not you're pretty." But between you and me? Damn that kid's beautiful.)

That's kind of it for the birthday party pictures. Mostly because it was just me, Emerson and the girls. Rich and Shea stayed home. So, trying to keep up with three kids when I was clearly outnumbered meant taking pictures went way, way down on the priority list.

So, after the birthday party the girls and I decided we weren't quite done. We went home and scooped up the boys, including Wilson dog- and headed into town to stroll around for a bit. We had interrupted Shea and Rich's plans for a frozen pizza at home, so it seemed fair that we feed them.

Wilson eagerly hopes for some pizza, since we were at the Roman Inn.

Our model, Rich, shows the beautiful al fresco dining area that the Roman Inn offers its guests. Dog friendly made Wilson happy too! For the record, Wilson was not disappointed. I believe he ate two slices. And some cheese that Greeley dropped on the ground. Oh, you're no longer surprised to hear he's gained sixteen pounds in the last two months?

The girls ran up and down the sidewalk- back and forth, back and forth.

And believe you me, they slept soundly last Saturday night.