Casino Morning

I heard my kids having a roaring good time this morning. What can you do with a Bilibo(blue plastic thingy) and little dice with initials on them? Draw the initials from the hat to predict horrible nasty things.

"Who's going to be a slimy green monster?....TRISTAN!"


"Who's going to have a Daisy sneeze land in their mouth?....GREYSON!"

"Who's going to be squished eyeballs?....KIKI!"

Who's going to ruin the fun?....MOM:
"Who's going to start school in 15 minutes?"

Whatever Happened to Tristan's Pants?

My brain is fuzzy in the morning. Especially upon hearing information like this from Todd:
"Tristan's pants are in the sink."
Why is my husband informing me of anyone's pants? Why are anyone's pants in the sink?
And then it all becomes crystal clear:
"His frozen pants."

Ah. Tristan's frozen pants. Making their second appearance in our blog:
(See-"What Kids Hear")

Reason #11 why you should clean the utility sink no one ever sees.

Addendum: I really just heard this from the other room, my husband uttering yet another hard to register early morning phrase, "Clean up those eyeballs! ALL of them!"

What's On the Menu.....

What's on the menu for Diner night?


A little dancing....

Daisy: Get me out of here!

A little scolding...

A little pouting.
This is Sawyer's "I did not get the shake I wanted" face.

Who did get the shake he wanted?

No shakes for pouters.

But fries make it all good.

Death Penalty

It's Spider Season. I see them everyday. On the ceiling. Near a window. On the counter. shudder-shudder. Up 'til now I've just been mildly irritated. But today, when I got out our maple syrup from the refrigerator and opened the lid, there sat a spider. Perched atop the maple syrup. Refrigerated maple syrup. With 8 little legs making dents in the surface tension. This has been the most egregious breech of personal space so far.


I know, you were hoping to see that spectacle. I did not have the presence of mind to catch it. Were you aware that a refrigerated syrup-perched spider is still fast enough to make a break for it in front of 3 befuddled humans? Just not quiet fast enough to beat an oncoming paper towel.

Shoppin' for Shoes

Every once in a while I will hear ecstatic shouts of discovery as Sawyer comes running up the stairs with his latest find from our storage closet. It's usually something way too big, or way too small for him. But he thinks it's perfect.
"Mom, I found some shoes. Deez ones. For me. I can put deez on and put shorts on. And go play basketball. Can't I? Can't I Mom?"

Little Alfalfa wearing too big shoes.

"They're not too big for ME." (that one's for Cece)

New Vacuum

We used to have to sweep the floor after every meal. Not anymore!

Too Old For Baby Games

Passing time at the border, I tried to engage Sawyer in a game:

"What does a doggy say?"

He looked at me a little surprised and very matter-of-factly replied, "Nuffin'." (nothing)

Brothers

Once in a while for a Saturday morning breakfast treat I'll buy little powdered-sugar donuts. Today Sawyer and Tristan had a discussion about preferred culinary taste.

"I don't like those ones. I only like bald donuts."

"BALD donuts? You mean the ball ones?"

"Yeah, bald ones."

A Face For All of Us

So here we are at the border again, Day 2. Thankfully the paperwork went through, but it took, well....



I'll just let Sawyer's face show you how long it took.

Feel free to use this face yourself. It's good for all sorts of situations: doctor's offices, renewing permits (paperwork in general, actually), rush hour, calling insurance companies, Costco on a Saturday....

Girls vs. Boys

Tonight at the dinner table Sawyer asked:
"Mom, if I was a girl could I sleep in Kiki's room, wif her?"
"Yes, you could."
"And I could play wif all her toys? Wif all of dem?"
"YES, you could play with all of them!"

These are the lovely toys that Sawyer is dying to play with and this is how they look in Kiki's room ALL of the time:

So invitingly set Up . Like a storefront.

The boys have a lot of cool toys too. This is how they've chosen to set them up:



And their favorites:

Look Kids!

It's SNOWING. Again!

Bet My Day Was Better Than Yours...

This is what it looks like to wait at Immigration at the border. With 4 children.

You missed some great action shots of us jumping through hoops and climbing mountains of red tape. Fortunately, due to a missing paper, we get to go back and try it all over again tomorrow. So maybe then.

Scrump Monk

Looking around the dinner table I noticed it was a little emptier than usual. Even though Greyson and Tristan were at Pioneer's Club tonight. Where was Sawyer?

Hangin' upside down, under the table. Playing 20Q. Just because.

He Gets It....

Trying to speak in code, Kiki said, "Mom, can we have 'magicwater'"?
"Okay," I said.
Sawyer overheard and gave a triumphant "YES!"
"You don't even know what that means, Sawyer!" said boss girl.
Sawyer ran right over to the fridge and pulled out the "magicwater".
"Yes, I do, it's right here!"




This is what to do with the last few drops.

EVERY Morning...

Like the farmer, Kiki has to feed her 3 rabbits, 2 rats, 2 hamsters, 2 cats, and her dog.
Here's some of it:

Scooter


Leftover eggs and bacon for Tilly and Lilly



You can't tell, but Snickers is FURIOUS.

How to Entertain Yourself While Putting Away Dishes

Wear a hat. Over your eyes.

Greyson is so cool.

With-

or without a hat.

It's Cleaner Here

This was supposed to be a tongue-in-cheek post about how Canada has less pollution percapita than the US. I thought of this as I drove along past mountains of blackened melting snow. We got out to capture walking in this winter wonderland on camera, but the snow did not read black on screen at ALL. So here is what we did get: an artsy picture of Kiki and Sawyer. Photography is like a box of chocolates. You never know....

How to Roll Up a Sleepingbag

Step One: Remove children

Step Two: Roll tightly

Step Three: Tie...tie...uh... Have Mom tie the strings

Tah-duh!