Thursday, December 20, 2007
The things kids say.
Jeremy and I keep laughing about last Christmas when we had just finished opening gifts at Jeremy's parent's house and Hayley was sitting next to Jeremy looking so pleased with herself and all of the gifts she got. She turned to him and said, "I've been naughty all week, and I STILL got presents." PRICELESS!!!!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Vitamin Seeds
Friday, December 14, 2007
Sydney's 1st grade winter concert
The kids did GREAT! They sang 4 songs. The movie below is about "Snowpants". I'm amazed that the teacher can get all 120+ 1st graders to do all of the actions without getting TOO goofy.
Sydney is in the top row, 4th one over from the right. I think I sat in the ONLY seat in the house that I had a hard time getting her in the movie from where her teacher was standing.
Sydney is in the top row, 4th one over from the right. I think I sat in the ONLY seat in the house that I had a hard time getting her in the movie from where her teacher was standing.
This is a picture of Sydney and some of her friends from her class.
M&M's
So while she is IN to everything, she came out of the pantry holding the M&M's with the funniest look on her face.
Addy and the Tree
It's kinda fuzzy but she was having SO much fun playing near the Christmas tree with her baby.
Santa
The girls have seen Santa 3 times now. We are having breakfast with him tomorrow morning too. Addy LOVES him and has even started saying "tanta."
IN to everything
No really, she is IN to everything. Somehow she got this drawer out of our pantry and had to be IN it.
The butt of all jokes
You know how potty humor is SO funny to kids. Well, Hayley came down from getting ready for bed one night in her jammies like this. Of course it caused Jeremy to break out in his favorite chorus of "I like big butts"
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Mommy's letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of choc.bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any colour, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with three kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your sister," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season.
Would it be too much trouble to declare tomato sauce a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.
It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my daughter saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think she wants her crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
A Mom
P.S. One more thing … you can cancel all my requests if you keep my children happy, healthy and always believing.
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of choc.bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any colour, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with three kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your sister," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season.
Would it be too much trouble to declare tomato sauce a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.
It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my daughter saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think she wants her crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
A Mom
P.S. One more thing … you can cancel all my requests if you keep my children happy, healthy and always believing.
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