This is a video from YEARS ago. Still cracks me up. Cole was trying to open a box of raisins, Ali was trying to dance for the camera. Cole gave up on the raisins and stole the show. Nice moves, Cole!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sir Fartsalot hunts the Booger
Cole picked up this book during our drive to Texas. He read it quickly and left it on my nightstand with a hand-written note "For you to read, Mom" So I read it. Silly, silly, but fun book!
No, it's no Harry Potter, but the play on words in hilarious and it feels like it needs to be read with a roomful of armpit farting 6-10 year olds busting a gut at the silly jokes and crazy names like "Sir Fartsalot" "Sir Cedric Knotaclew" who are off hunting the "Booger."
If your kids love the potty jokes, you've got to read them "Sir Fartsalot."
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Science Fair
Yay for Ali!
Ali made a science fair poster about if gender affected the ability to tell the difference between coke and pepsi (pretty sure that was just her excuse to drink coke). The poster turned out great! (And no, gender does not affect the ability... only the number of years you've been guzzling the stuff does).
She got a silver ribbon along with her participants ribbon (you're doing what I did... ends up that the silver ribbon is not second place, but an honorable mention... even still).
WOO HOO ALI!!!
Ali made a science fair poster about if gender affected the ability to tell the difference between coke and pepsi (pretty sure that was just her excuse to drink coke). The poster turned out great! (And no, gender does not affect the ability... only the number of years you've been guzzling the stuff does).
She got a silver ribbon along with her participants ribbon (you're doing what I did... ends up that the silver ribbon is not second place, but an honorable mention... even still).
WOO HOO ALI!!!
They're mine! ALL MINE! (Recent Pics)
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| Ali and Cole (from a "photo shoot" for some Coke vs. Pepsi shots for Ali's science fair poster) |
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| I thought the lighting was pretty. I was oblivious to the fact that she was eating diced peaches off the floor until I took the camera down (even though I was staring right at her). |
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| Macy and her super-short Longhorns cheerleading outfit she refuses to outgrow. (The peek-a-boo of her rainbow undies begs to differ) |
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
We've got a golden ticket!
Mike was lost. Looking for a laundromat to clean the comforter Macy threw up on. He called me on his cell to get directions, so I sat on the computer trying to guide him off my mapquest map not having any idea which direction he was driving. Needless to say, he got turned around a few time and rolled through a couple stop signs in the process. Getting pulled over the second time. He got a ticket, a nice $250 ticket (Could have been worse. During certain hours of the day in Austin there is a $200 fine for being on a cell phone while driving in a school zone).
This morning I got pulled over as well, for going 9 over in a school zone. I was distracted trying to get the kids to school on time, talking to them about if all their homework was done and still being unfamilar with the area (and with no slow cars in front of me to remind me), I didn't notice where the school zone started (Utah has nice flashing lights to help out). The sherrif wrote up the ticket while Ali stressed in the back seat about whether or not they were going to be late for school. He walked away to print out my copy, giving me just enough time to tally up that Mike and I now had to come up $500 for tickets. When he came back he let me know that he had clocked me at 900 feet away going 34 in a 25 school zone. The school zone sign was 400 feet away, so I got a warning since he didn't clock me in the school zone. I thanked him, got the kids to school on time and took special notice on the way home where the school zone begins. My only hopeful thought was, "Maybe that means I was atleast within the 35 mph speed limit." So I looked for speed limit signs further up the street. Nope. That street was 25 mph the whole way... no change in speed for the school zone. So he could have just changed my ticket to speeding and didn't. That's a miracle in my book.
Moral of the Story: When there's no chocolate or Oompa-Loompas involved, golden tickets just aren't as much fun.
This morning I got pulled over as well, for going 9 over in a school zone. I was distracted trying to get the kids to school on time, talking to them about if all their homework was done and still being unfamilar with the area (and with no slow cars in front of me to remind me), I didn't notice where the school zone started (Utah has nice flashing lights to help out). The sherrif wrote up the ticket while Ali stressed in the back seat about whether or not they were going to be late for school. He walked away to print out my copy, giving me just enough time to tally up that Mike and I now had to come up $500 for tickets. When he came back he let me know that he had clocked me at 900 feet away going 34 in a 25 school zone. The school zone sign was 400 feet away, so I got a warning since he didn't clock me in the school zone. I thanked him, got the kids to school on time and took special notice on the way home where the school zone begins. My only hopeful thought was, "Maybe that means I was atleast within the 35 mph speed limit." So I looked for speed limit signs further up the street. Nope. That street was 25 mph the whole way... no change in speed for the school zone. So he could have just changed my ticket to speeding and didn't. That's a miracle in my book.
Moral of the Story: When there's no chocolate or Oompa-Loompas involved, golden tickets just aren't as much fun.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Ali Art
We've been trying to "tween" up Ali's room to get rid of the little girl look she's outgrown. We came up with this fun idea to match her green polka-dot bedspread (really it was my attempt to revive the old bedspread in her eyes).
Ali used to bring me pages upon pages filled with very similar crayon artwork. We decided to get out some old paints and canvases and make our own versions that coordinated with her room.
Ali used to bring me pages upon pages filled with very similar crayon artwork. We decided to get out some old paints and canvases and make our own versions that coordinated with her room.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Mom, I'm good at throwing up.
I'm not sure why illness and the holidays go hand in hand, but for Mike and I Christmas isn't Christmas until someone pukes.
This year was no exception. Luckily all that hit on Christmas day was a cold, but New Year's Eve brought a long night of kids puking to be followed by another long day of more puking. Sadly, we had visitors and their family wasn't spared from our holiday tradition.
After Macy finished throwing up for the fourth or fifth time on New Year's Eve, she turned her gray face to me and said, "Mom, I'm good at throwing up. I always make it in to the bowl." Guess in her tally book we're not counting when she yakked all over Mike and I's bed earlier that night.
Way to go, Macy. Way to go.
This year was no exception. Luckily all that hit on Christmas day was a cold, but New Year's Eve brought a long night of kids puking to be followed by another long day of more puking. Sadly, we had visitors and their family wasn't spared from our holiday tradition.
After Macy finished throwing up for the fourth or fifth time on New Year's Eve, she turned her gray face to me and said, "Mom, I'm good at throwing up. I always make it in to the bowl." Guess in her tally book we're not counting when she yakked all over Mike and I's bed earlier that night.
Way to go, Macy. Way to go.
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