Traffic

So since I have to stay in bed for long periods of time I take notice of the traffic going into the bathroom.

Its like watching the cars go by if your sitting by a window.

Abby: washes hands, flushes, and never talks about what came out.

Emily: Never flushes, washes hands, always talks about what it looks like or what was in it. Usually sings.  

Gilly: Never flushes, is proud if its a no-wiper, washes hands, always clogs.

 Aren't you glad you read my blog today?



Dinner

Let me share something with you...I hate to cook. Whenever I put any energy into making something good it turns out that nobody likes it and then will request something like cereal or cheese and I have just spent half my day slaving over this dish only to have it grow mold in the fridge. I understand kids need to develop their sense of taste but its hurts when a box of food is asked for instead of something healthy and fresh. But if your trying to be a good mom you have to keep introducing healthy foods into their diet right? Exhausting. But worth it when something takes. Okay, so I'm not really creative and so that's why I don't really enjoy figuring out a great way to get the food pyramid in their little bodies every day. But this post isn't a complaint post. This post is for this: I made dinner tonight and even though its something easy, I made it and felt good enough to make it. It feels so good to do the simplest things for my family and not have to depend on someone else. So for the first time in a while I completely enjoyed cooking.
They could probably sense not to complain either.

Life

Hi-ya-ya-ya Hi-ya-ya-ya

The Pow Wow

Two weeks ago we get a paper from Emilys teacher informing us that they will be learning about Native Americans, or what they called them when I was in 4th grade: Indians.

They would learn about how they made pottery and even get the chance to make their own pots made out of salt clay. There was also a line at the bottom of the page that said something like this:

"If you would like your child to dress up they are welcome to as long as they stick to the schools dress code."

Oh yeah baby.

Em was going to have fun with this one.

Finally we have something to do with all those magpie feathers.

But this was all her idea. She wanted to go hunting to get more feathers. Jeff was just as excited as she was as they talked about elaborate head -dresses.

The party was on Friday. Thursday night as I was at my special needs ward the planning started to take on more of a physical shape.

Imagine my surprise when I got home to find this:

 See not only did we have magpie feathers but they had gone hunting and got a pigeons wings. Fully intact are the wings that were glued to the headband. She chose leggins that had horses on them, moccasins, and an Indian costume in our dress up box fit like a shirt.

 It just so happened that I volunteered at the Pow Wow. Let me tell you, there was lots of talk going on about this getup. The boys were in awe, some of the girls leary but all of them asked me, "Did she REALLY shoot those birds by herself?" Yes she did folks.

 She was soooo totally in love with this look

Action shot

The funny thing is this:

she is still wearing it and its Sunday.

My favorite quote from Abby:

"You won't catch me wearing that." (said under her breath)

Halloween 2010...or Its Mario Time

 Ahhh. The years of picking out my childrens Halloween costumes are long gone. All three were unpersuadable this year (but I was quite relieved when I found a Princess Peach costume that wasn't meant for a street walker. I don't know why they make some of those costumes so....trashy looking). And I struck out again when I made asked Jeff to draw their moustaches on. He is quite the perfectionist.







Gilly kept sneezing







The only problems we ran into were:

1. The cock eyed rain. They came home soaked, the moustaches running down their face like wet mascara.

2. Even though we used washable markers we couldn't quite scrub the black all the way off..thus leaving a hint of moustache for church.

On a side note: This is what I wanted to be. When I told Gilly he kind of had a fit. I think he imagined me walking into his class in an orange unitard. I love DJ Lance.

uh, while looking for DJ Lance images I stumbled upon this:

I need to find out who this person is! Isn't he adorable? sigh*

*sidenote added 11/2/10
upon further inspection I am not interested in the above photo. At first I thought it was a midget. Its not. Its a kid. Not interested.