Sunday, December 19, 2010
Did you notice?
And . . .
No rooster hair
No broken arms
No runny noses
No dirty faces
No untied shoes
And we are like this all the time!
But we were like this for a moment, and hey! We'll take that. Thought we'd share our best moment with you.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Here is Ricky on our walk home--I asked him if he was ready to get back in the stroller. Turns out, he misunderstood me. He was ready to push the stroller, all the long long really long way home. On his own.
So we decided to make the candy can cookies--
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Deborah did not like her snowsuit. She couldn't move! I loved it. Here is Deborah trying to move.
Here is Deborah frustrated because she's can roll over, get up, or crawl. She's crying (not laughing), in case you were confused.
Monday, November 29, 2010
I read a book about animal tails with Ricky, and then I read about a magic paint brush with Davy. Eli is learning his American cities for the geography bee. Ben read to me an adventure story involving Captain Cook, and even Deborah got into her picture book, How I Became a Pirate. I wouldn't be suprised if that is a career path she might choose. She is my high adventure, wandering, sometimes naughty little girl, but I wouldn't have her any other way.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Ah, but then comes Black Friday. I didn't even go shopping. I got Dave and the older boys on their way to Park City. I should have sent Deborah. She could have been Bjorned on Dave while he skiied a black diamond run. That would have totally been her thing.
She is my adventurous girl. But doesn't she look calm in this picture?
Ahh, but she is not! She drove me crazy, until I finally bundled her up for a walk. We came back quickly because it was just too cold.
We then decided to go to the library, which meant I had to gather all of my overdue library books. I've decided it is cheaper for me to buy books than to borrow them. I should get some kind of donor status with all my fines. We got there and strike two, the library was closed.
So Ricky, Deborah, and I went to the Courtyard at Jamestown--an assisted living center. It's one of my favorite places. I wish I could check in right now. If you live there, you can ring a bell for service any time you need it. And they make all your food for you too. Heaven!
The people there are so lovely--you meet World War II veterans and classy dames. They are so polite and never talk back to you. They are delighted to see you.
We lasted just a few minutes because Deborah wouldn't let me sit down to visit with anyone. Squirmy. Squirmy. And Ricky wet his pants. His training pants.
So I took them home and gave them a bath. Deborah grabbed some bleach cleaner sitting on the edge and dumped it in the bath. I grabbed them both and pulled them out and rinsed them off. I was really tired.
My dear Mom took me out to a movie when Dave got home, and before I went to bed, I nursed little Deborah. That is my favorite time of the day. She's so still and cuddly and warm and when she's done, I just hold her and rock her. She doesn't move. That's heaven too.