Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
I have been flying around like a crazy lady for the past 2 days (nights actually) ...because the "anal annie" in me also likes to come home to a clean house and no extra laundry laying around.
Okay, the reason for this post. While cleaning up this morning, I went to fix the blanket on the couch, and stumbled upon Austin's rhino that he has treasured since birth.
Lovingly tucked in with a pillow before he left for school.
He does this every day.
So today I thank God for simple joys. For seeing the sensitivity and love in my firstborn son, when so often our temperments colide. As I type this these thoughts, Dylan has interupted me 17 times to tell me something. I thank God for this too.
Have a good weekend friends!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Okay, enough sappy nat. Some stats @ 6 mos....
*The girl knows what she wants. If I set her down and walk away, she will scream until I come back and pick her up. If I am in the kitchen, she is pretty happy sitting on the counter in her bumbo, as long as I maintain eye contact and conversation. Most days I hold her All.Day. Long. This is usually a conflict in interest with Stella :)
Sunday, May 16, 2010
The funny thing tho,
we don't have a cat.
The kittens were so new, that their eyes were not yet open, and their stomachs still had cords attatched. I cannot even describe the level of excitement in Dylans voice when he ran into the house to tell me of this discovery. He never even got all the words out, I just knew that this was "drop the broom and follow me now" important.
We let the kids see them, but then put them back where we found them in hopes that the mama would come back. We continued to check on them throughout the day. We put out some food for the mama cat, encouraging her to return and take care of her babies. Before we went to bed, Tim went out and checked on them, and sure enough, there was a big brown cat hissing at him in the dark.
Before leaving for church the next morning, we all eagerly ran out to the barn to check on the kittys, only to discover that there was only 1 "myew" as Stella calls them. Sadly, in the excitement to see the kittys, we startled the robyn living on top of the door, and she took off so fast, one of her eggs fell out of her nest and landed on Sydneys foot. Yuck.When we got home from church, the kids went flying in there, and still only one kitty to be found . One poor, tiny, hungry little meowing kitty. Thank goodness for modern technology, we quickly learned to feed this abandoned newborn kitten a mixture of egg yolk, mayo and condensed milk.
We put her back in the barn after feeding her in hopes that her mama would come back for her, but no such luck. So, like a newborn, we've been feeding her every 2 hours, cleaning her fur and trying to keep her warm. We thought maybe the mama would come back again after dark, but no such luck. It appears she is an orphan. It also appears, we now own a cat. Her name is Annie.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Uncle Miltons Ant Farm
(ants sold separately )
For a small sum of cash, plus shipping and handling, Uncle Milton promises to mail your ants, when the weather is permissible for shipping in your area.
Needless to say, Dylan has learned the virtue of patience. Back in the thick of winter, we would hear "Are my ants coming today?" all. day. long. Sometime mi-March, he gave up.
Well, a few weeks back, the glorious day finally arrived! A delightful little cardboard box of Uncle Milton goodness came addressed to Dylan.
It actually caught us by surprise!
Tim spent the morning with the kids putting it together. They really were quite fascinating to watch.
It's hard to pinpoint exactly when their troubles began.
Perhaps it was when Stella took the lid off and tipped it on its side.
Perhaps it was the "earthquake" Dylan keeps talking about... referring to when he brought them to pre-school, and 18 little kids passed them between themselves, some tipping them side to side.
Perhaps it was the piece of of ham that Tim lovingly slipped them from his dinner plate.
Perhaps it was a combination of all of these events.
Regardless, after 1 week all of the ants were dead.
And after one more week, Dylan finally accepted this fact....and stopped trying to persuade us that one was moving, or that they were sleeping or taking a break.
So, this past weekend, Sydney and Dylan overturned rocks and caught a new batch of ants the old- fashioned way.
Sadly, they are now all deceased as well. Perhaps these less civilized ants would have appreciated my casserole.
Good thing we are still awaiting the tadpoles he sent away for!