Yakity-yak-yak!

I am soooo behind on my blogging! I've been knee-deep in the family newsletter and that has eaten up my spare time. Now that it is almost out the door, I'm back on the blogger bandwagon. Here's what I've been saving up in the meantime...

Hair Horns

I don't know how this happens, but it always does. Merritt wakes up in the morning and has "hair horns." It doesn't matter if his hair is long (as it is currently) or short - somehow it finds a way to stick up by morning. His hair horns this a.m. were pretty spectacular, and Merritt likes them because, as he says, they make him look like a Ceratosaurus. I can't say for sure, but I think there is a resemblance. Hmmmm...

Snowy Day Crafts

What does one do when it is April and snowing? Well, if you go to first grade you make this...That's a FOIL BOY...just in case you were wondering.

If, however, you are home with your crazy mother, trying desperately to avoid cabin fever, you make this...

Where are all my dish towels????

Grace and Grant are obsessed with my dish towels. They run off with them every chance they get so when I'm cooking or washing dishes and turn around to snag a towel, it is invariably missing. That means that I then have to go get a new one and the end result (when I've gathered them all together again) is this...Who needs that many dish towels around at once? It looks ridiculous! Sometimes I decide not to get a new towel out and instead I go dish towel hunting.




I find them here...












and here!!!!!!! So cute!

Anatomy of a Tantrum

Grant really is a good egg and we don't see this very often, but I thought it was so funny I had to take some pictures. I call this an "I'm-so-tired-I-can't-handle-my-life" moment.




"No one understands my pain!"









"I'm rolling around cuz it makes me feel better, that's why!"









"Now I'll kick my feet. It's therapeutic and aerobic! "

Easter Crafts...Merritt Style!

Since I'm still mostly dead, I didn't expect to blog today...that is until I saw Merritt's latest first grade craft project. It is most excellent. Let me set up the scene. I'm in the car, waiting for Merritt to walk out of school when I spy one of his classmates walking down the sidewalk. The boy (who is totally Braden Dewey's long lost twin) was holding an adorable Easter Bunny treat bag - a bunny face on a white paper lunch bag. The bunny's ears were pink and perky, the whiskers straight, and the nose a cute button-like affair. I started craning to see Merritt so that I could admire his darling Easter bag, when into my view pops my happy son and his Easter Rabbit on crack. Note the blood shot eyes, the whiskers that are more like a wicked mustache, the jacked-up teeth, and what the heck is up with the green and red markings? Merritt climbed into the car, held up his creation with pride and said, "I made a freaked out Easter Bunny, Mom!" I had to laugh, and I really do love it.

Ode to my germs

I KNOW I never want to see
these horrible germs come back to me.
I got them from my kids, you know,
and now I feel I'm in death's throes.
The hacking cough, fever and chills...
does throwing up or aching give more thrills?
I'm barricading up the door
so I'll see these germs no more.
That is a foolish wish, and cruel...
for my son goes to public school
and brings home fun germs to roost.
They run amok when they are loosed.
So bring on the vinegar and honey,
buy some Nyquil - there goes my money.
These germs will leave, but here's the catch...
they'll morph to something else -and be back!
Rude.