Sunday, February 15, 2009
Hair cut
Grant was born with old man fringe...not a lot of hair on top and loads around the bottom. While the top has steadily grown longer and thicker so too has the fringe. One day, after Grant's nap, I noticed that his hair in the back was not lying flat, instead it looked like a hair ball, a bird's nest, a you name it! He had four inches of hair back there! He'd roll around on the couch and come up looking like Albert Einstein...his hair was simply incredible. I would comb it into submission only to find it standing and ready to fight 5 minutes later. He looked like an orphan or a step-child or any other fairy tale child of neglect. I hated to take his hood off at church because his hair would be sticking straight out the back. Ack...the horror! We finally took the clippers to his hair before it took over the house. It now is as straight and well-behaved as I could hope for. I win...for now.
Now That's Love Part 2!
Now That's Love!!!
The roses are a gift from Chad to me.The chocolate ganache cake is a gift from me to Chad (along with a yummy dinner of bacon wrapped tenderloin, loaded mashed potatoes, and a mixed greens salad with raspberries and almonds).
The bears are a gift from Grandma to our three munchkins.
There's a lot of love going around in this house!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Door Art
Merritt spends most of his free time drawing...mostly it is dinosaur books but he has recently branched out into other areas. Since his taste runs to the ferocious and deadly, he has entitled his latest works: "Dangerous Animals." These, he has decided, should decorate his door - perhaps this is a warning to those who would step inside. (Featured are a lion, tiger, shark, rattlesnake, crocodile, piranha, komodo dragon and a poison dart frog. The self portrait at the top was made in his first grade class.)
Grace's taste in door art is more peaceful. We have been working on shapes, particularly circles, in our school time and she is very proud of her snowman, flower, and caterpillar. Wait a minute...did I say she had more peaceful taste? Disturbed is more like it! Each segment of the caterpillar and the snowman has a face. She's making a mutant door art army! Run for the hills!!!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A Tragic End
This is Wilby...he was our fourth fish following in the fin-prints of Fishy, Walden, and Bob (Merritt names our fish, if you were wondering). We all loved Wilby (that's a cross between Fishy and Wilbur...again, if you were wondering) but no one was more fascinated with our red and blue beta than Grant. Many was the time where I caught him with his hand in the water, trying to play with the fish, or found a small water puddle next to the tank, which indicated prior water playing, or saw Grant scooting the tank closer to his face, and thus the edge. Chad and I had both talked to him many a time about not moving the fish tank, but hey, he is 17 months old and most of what we say probably sounds like it came from the mouth of Charlie Brown's mother. Anyhoo, the fatal moment finally arrived...Grant pulled the fish tank off the table and poor Wilby is now in fish heaven. Chad thinks Wilby died upon impact with the floor, more from shock than anything else. His final fish-thoughts would have been interesting to hear: "I knew that kid was going to be the death of me!" Or something like that I'm sure. Merritt and Grace, who were eye-witnesses to the accident, were incredibly traumatized. Grace came crying to me saying, "Fish." Sob. "Hurt." Sob "No swim anymore!" Chad mopped up the water/rock/fish mess while I dealt with the emotional mess. Merritt was very sad, but after a good cry and a good talk he decided he wanted another fish. On the fish-wish list this time: 4 sharks.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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