Friday, April 17, 2009

This is April?!

Yesterday, April the 16th, we woke up to 3 inches of SNOW on the ground. What? you are asking yourself, surely she must have the dates wrong and be talking about January 16th or February 16th. But no, it truly was the 16th of April and there was SNOW!!!

Jack and Madeline resigned themselves to staying inside for most of the morning (if not the entire day) and found a great way to entertain themselves.

They decided to get Madeline's bike and scooter out and ride it down the hall from her room, through the family room, into the kitchen, make a loop around the island and back down the hall to do it all over again.

To be completely honest, my first instinct was to shout over the commotion of the bike and scooter and Madeline's "hooping and hollering" (honestly, that girl is NEVER quiet except when she's sleeping - but that is a post for another day) and sternly inform them that bikes and scooters were OUTSIDE toys and we do not live in a jungle gym. (Similar to living in a barn, but a slightly different location)

But then I thought better of it and made them stop for a picture.

Really, what's a Mom to do? When life give you lemons. . . . .

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Daily Jack

While we were driving home from Pre-school Jack and I had the following conversation:

Jack: Hey Mom, when are you and Dad going to Hawaii again?

ME: (slightly taken aback) Uhhh, I don't know. Probably not for a while. Why?

Jack: Oh, just wondering - I think I would like to stay at Grandma's again for a while.

ME: Oh really, why is that?

Jack: I would just like to go there alone without you and Dad.

Hmm, I'm pretty sure that what happens at Grandma's STAYS at Grandma's!

Daily Madeline

On Saturday Mark was "helping" Jack and Madeline clean up their rooms. Madeline was having a hard time staying on task - she's 3 AND she has the total Red Neck disease. . . . "Oh, somethin' SHiNy! I must check it out!"

Anyway, Mark was getting after her and she said "Dad you are being MEAN! I'm going to cry"

She then proceeds to try to fake cry, stops mid boo-hoo and says "Hey, it's not working!"

Now I'm not quite sure if she meant that she couldn't cry on demand or that it was no impact on her Dad whatsoever - probably some of both.

I've said it before, but I will say it again . . . 4 little words . . . "RUN FOR MY MONEY!!"