Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
(Are you enjoying how she's dressed for the day and I'm not? I hope so.)
Just during the time I was posting this, she fell asleep leaning against my leg at the computer. Guess I'd better add a couple of pictures of that too.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
I was impressed.
They were so pleased with the first doorway curtain, they spent the next day after school putting up another.
Next Monday, I will most certainly awake to enthusiastic shouts of "Happy Groundhog Day!" Thanks, kids, for giving me so much to celebrate.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Anyhoo, she guessed (among other things): "To throw at annoying neighbor cats?," which was exactly correct, so, woo-hoo, she wins! Man, she wins all the blog contests.
As for the frozen clementine projectiles -- no, we're not animal haters. There is a backstory.
Since moving into this house, we've enjoyed the many birds that the mature trees here brought to our yard. We especially loved all the quail, and the adorable quail babies that came every season, scampering around our backyard after their parents, looking, from our kitchen window, surprisingly like tiny walnuts on legs.
In the last couple of years, however, there's been an upsurge of ill-mannered, untended cats prowling our backyard day and night. We don't know who they belong to, but there seem to be more all the time. The backyard bird populations are in decline, and the quail are gone.
So, yes, I feel a private delight when Peter takes aim at one of the churlish felines.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Me: Once there was a little boy named Adam. And he was very tired and cranky, so he decided to take a nap. He lay down on his pillow, and he pulled his blanket up, and he fell asleep. And when he woke up, he felt much better, and was sweet and nice to everyone. The end.
Adam, pointing his finger in my face: Bad. Bad story. That story isn't about me, that's a story about Ellen.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Do you like our kitchen furniture arrangement? (I don't know which of my children added the doll chair to the mix the other day, but I thought it was hilarious, hence the pic.) When someone forgets and leaves a chair down, Ellen drags them around so she can get up on the counters and get out, oh -- I don't know -- say, the vaseline. That's just a hypothetical example off the top of my head.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
"Hello? . . . Hello? . . . Hello?"
Oh, great. Is it that prerecorded thing I hung up on a few minutes ago calling back? Is a telemarketer about to come on? Wait, I hear little kid noises in the background. Did one of my sister's kids accidentally call me?
Wait, those sound like the same little kid noises going on in my own house. I turn around, and there's Ellen, with my cell phone out of my purse and tucked under her chin, grinning at me.
(Can you imagine Ellen's delight when I pulled out the camera instead of taking the phone away? Can you imagine the betrayal she felt a moment later?)
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Adam, doing some mid-performance improvisation. He pulled his robe over his face and said, "This is my helmet. I'm Dark Vader." Then he turned to Jane (playing Mary) and said, "You are part of the Rebel Alliance, and a traitor. Take her away!"