It's a beautiful, sunny day here today. I thought the boys would have fun washing our car. I wish I could have taken pictures, but I didn't want to get the camera wet.
Of course, I did most of the actual washing. WB was obsessed with spraying the hose, and SK applied suds to himself, the flowers, his brother, and the driveway.
In the end, the car got clean(er), we all got soaked, and we had fun. Mission accomplished.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
An Anniversary
Yesterday, KiSA and I celebrated the 13th anniversary of our first date. It's sappy, I know--someone might want to warn his eldest sister to not read this post. But to us, it's a special day.
October 23rd, 1996 was two days after we first met, and KiSA wasted no time asking me for a date. I wasted no time answering, and we were on our way to a movie within a couple of hours. That evening, I realized that he was the one for me!
Now, married almost ten years and with two precious children in tow, we still celebrate that date. It's certainly not every day you meet a person who will change your life forever, and for the rest of your life.
I love you, my Knight in Shining Armor!
October 23rd, 1996 was two days after we first met, and KiSA wasted no time asking me for a date. I wasted no time answering, and we were on our way to a movie within a couple of hours. That evening, I realized that he was the one for me!
Now, married almost ten years and with two precious children in tow, we still celebrate that date. It's certainly not every day you meet a person who will change your life forever, and for the rest of your life.
I love you, my Knight in Shining Armor!
Friday, October 9, 2009
With Gusto!
Life is too short to live without gusto. Can I get an Amen?
That is, why play with Duplos unless you're going to build the biggest space robot monster ever?
Why finger paint when you can ARM paint?
Why paint a simple picture when you can go dramatic and abstract? Can't you just feel the energy from his art?
Why merely eat spaghetti when you can model it? SK's greatest culinary compliment is when he puts his fist on the table, closes his eyes, and shakes his head back and forth while exclaiming, "Now THIS is good eats!" He gives new meaning to "savor".
King Solomon knew it back then--our days are numbered. So, throw on your favorite superhero undies and dive in to the best day of your life! These boys do it every day.
That is, why play with Duplos unless you're going to build the biggest space robot monster ever?
Why finger paint when you can ARM paint?
Why paint a simple picture when you can go dramatic and abstract? Can't you just feel the energy from his art?
Why merely eat spaghetti when you can model it? SK's greatest culinary compliment is when he puts his fist on the table, closes his eyes, and shakes his head back and forth while exclaiming, "Now THIS is good eats!" He gives new meaning to "savor".King Solomon knew it back then--our days are numbered. So, throw on your favorite superhero undies and dive in to the best day of your life! These boys do it every day.
Tuddle
When WB was born, a good friend of mine gave him a stuffed lion and to SK, a stuffed turtle. He quickly named it "DANGEROUS TURTLE" and claimed that all turtles say, "Righteous! Righteous!"
(I'll bet that KiSA's sister and her husband will remember Dangerous Turtle, because we once had a near disaster when we left him at their house.)
As toys often do after a time, they settled to the bottom of the pile for several months. That is, until SK saw The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe at Christmas. Upon our return, he rediscovered the lion, christened it "Baby Aslan," and has bonded increasingly with it until the point now, where he will hardly part with it. (Two days ago, I put Aslan and some other animals in time out for 24 hours as a consequence of SK's misbehavior. That was a SAAAAD bedtime.)
About two weeks ago, WB decided to instantly fall in love with the turtle. He simply spotted it across the room, said, "Tuddle!" and resolved that it was his new very best good friend. He won't nurse or go to sleep without it, carries it to the car with him, and pretty much always drags it around by its foot. He's had to readjust the lovey, and now carries it in the same hand that has a thumb plunged in his mouth. The funny thing is, this is no small stuffed animal. It covers almost all of his torso. It has to be difficult to maneuver, but he doesn't seem to mind.
(I'll bet that KiSA's sister and her husband will remember Dangerous Turtle, because we once had a near disaster when we left him at their house.)
As toys often do after a time, they settled to the bottom of the pile for several months. That is, until SK saw The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe at Christmas. Upon our return, he rediscovered the lion, christened it "Baby Aslan," and has bonded increasingly with it until the point now, where he will hardly part with it. (Two days ago, I put Aslan and some other animals in time out for 24 hours as a consequence of SK's misbehavior. That was a SAAAAD bedtime.)
About two weeks ago, WB decided to instantly fall in love with the turtle. He simply spotted it across the room, said, "Tuddle!" and resolved that it was his new very best good friend. He won't nurse or go to sleep without it, carries it to the car with him, and pretty much always drags it around by its foot. He's had to readjust the lovey, and now carries it in the same hand that has a thumb plunged in his mouth. The funny thing is, this is no small stuffed animal. It covers almost all of his torso. It has to be difficult to maneuver, but he doesn't seem to mind.
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