Elspeth's Indoor turtle (thank you Aunt Dana)
Elspeth's Outdoor turtle sandbox (thank you Grandma)
Mommy's Garden turtle (that Elspeth thinks is hers)
Elspeth's left foot (maybe it looks like a turtle)
Apparently, Dude is to turtles what Emma/Emily is to girls.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Coming and Going
We recently went through a stormy period, as one was moving out another was moving in. For the record, children do not like be dragged into the bathroom in the middle of the night just because the sirens went off, again. There is something beautiful about the midwest, and I captured this shot between waves of storms.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Blog of Consciousness
I had to look up how to spell consciousness.
Today, while dressing in the gym locker room after a workout, I realized it is time to pay closer attention when packing my gym bag. Previously "clean" was my criteria, but now I need to add, "undies not covered with bull dogs and hearts that Mother gave me years ago" if I expect to not feel self-conscious while dressing.
My chronological age is 34, according to my gym (and several tests), my body age is 29. I told Jeremy he is lucky to have such a young woman.
My gym says my body age COULD BE 19 if I take age evasive action. I said 19 wasn't a good year for me, no thanks. They didn't get the humor.
Friday Haiku:
How dare you
let go
I need your hands to walk
(mad props to Addie for melting down every time I stopped helping her walk this morning)
Your carrot slices
are not like Daddy's
Please try again
(that's a leftover from dinner last night)
I never thought I would see a day that I would wake at 5:57 am and think "Oh, good, I got to sleep in today."
I never thought I would see a day that I would say "We do NOT suck on our toes." to my older child (Addie has been a bad influence on her in this regard).
Trying to save the earth by using cloth grocery sacks doesn't do any good if the sacks are always at home when you are at the grocery.
Body age - 29; muscles feel like (after my strength training regimen this morning) - 82
I better call Jeremy and tell him how lucky I am to have a much younger man . . .
Today, while dressing in the gym locker room after a workout, I realized it is time to pay closer attention when packing my gym bag. Previously "clean" was my criteria, but now I need to add, "undies not covered with bull dogs and hearts that Mother gave me years ago" if I expect to not feel self-conscious while dressing.
My chronological age is 34, according to my gym (and several tests), my body age is 29. I told Jeremy he is lucky to have such a young woman.
My gym says my body age COULD BE 19 if I take age evasive action. I said 19 wasn't a good year for me, no thanks. They didn't get the humor.
Friday Haiku:
How dare you
let go
I need your hands to walk
(mad props to Addie for melting down every time I stopped helping her walk this morning)
Your carrot slices
are not like Daddy's
Please try again
(that's a leftover from dinner last night)
I never thought I would see a day that I would wake at 5:57 am and think "Oh, good, I got to sleep in today."
I never thought I would see a day that I would say "We do NOT suck on our toes." to my older child (Addie has been a bad influence on her in this regard).
Trying to save the earth by using cloth grocery sacks doesn't do any good if the sacks are always at home when you are at the grocery.
Body age - 29; muscles feel like (after my strength training regimen this morning) - 82
I better call Jeremy and tell him how lucky I am to have a much younger man . . .
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Survival
Jeremy and I love our kids. We expected to love them before they came along, but I think the shear force of the emotion took us by surprise. Seeing my husband interact with our children has strengthened our relationship.
Here it is, the "but"
sometimes you really have to survive parenthood. I am not saying the reverse isn't true (I have considered starting a fund to pay for our daughter's future psychologist needs), but parenthood is the new one for me.
There is no one thing in this world more unreasonable than a 3-year-old, just as there is no one thing sweeter than a 3-year-old who has "spent the night making you a new hug."
So when she tells us her shorts are too tight but won't change them, and that her tummys hungry, but won't eat, sometimes Jeremy and I have to find ways to remind ourselves that we are NOT 3 and can't act equally unreasonable. So we invented parenthood haiku. We really don't pay close attention to the actual 5-7-5 syllabic break down, it is the tone that we seek. To quietly recite verse to one another, we can somewhat tune out the hysterics of our children. We usually get sillier and sillier until one of us comes up with:
You are wrong
wrong wrong wrong wrong
You could not be more wrong
to express the sentiment of our daughter towards us. I am glad that her school helps her express her emotions, it seems to be helping the unreasonable days to wane, but today she was not having anything of logic or reason.
So here are my Thursday morning haiku:
The Shorts were too tight
but I WANT them
leave me alone
I am hungry
but no food
will work today
Life with Elspeth is always an adventure.
Here it is, the "but"
sometimes you really have to survive parenthood. I am not saying the reverse isn't true (I have considered starting a fund to pay for our daughter's future psychologist needs), but parenthood is the new one for me.
There is no one thing in this world more unreasonable than a 3-year-old, just as there is no one thing sweeter than a 3-year-old who has "spent the night making you a new hug."
So when she tells us her shorts are too tight but won't change them, and that her tummys hungry, but won't eat, sometimes Jeremy and I have to find ways to remind ourselves that we are NOT 3 and can't act equally unreasonable. So we invented parenthood haiku. We really don't pay close attention to the actual 5-7-5 syllabic break down, it is the tone that we seek. To quietly recite verse to one another, we can somewhat tune out the hysterics of our children. We usually get sillier and sillier until one of us comes up with:
You are wrong
wrong wrong wrong wrong
You could not be more wrong
to express the sentiment of our daughter towards us. I am glad that her school helps her express her emotions, it seems to be helping the unreasonable days to wane, but today she was not having anything of logic or reason.
So here are my Thursday morning haiku:
The Shorts were too tight
but I WANT them
leave me alone
I am hungry
but no food
will work today
Life with Elspeth is always an adventure.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Addie Cam
No matter how many times she rounds the table, she is always excited to find me on the other side, and I am always excited to be there.
Go Fish
After a great weekend in Ohio (for which I did not take a single picture), we often return home with children quite spoiled. This weekend was no different. We have attempted to stave off the usual post-grandparent funk by planning a family BBQ (Elspeth's favorite). Thunder transformed that into a pizza party. Elspeth made it better by declaring an Ocean pizza party (she has been learning about Jonah).
Mommy Fish
Daddy Fish
Ella Fish (the one that swallowed Jonah).
"Mommy come in the Ocean!" I guess I get to be the creature of the deep. . .
Mommy Fish
Daddy Fish
Ella Fish (the one that swallowed Jonah).
"Mommy come in the Ocean!" I guess I get to be the creature of the deep. . .
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