Wednesday, August 31, 2011
First, she found a dead butterfly on the deck. True to tradition (follow the link for the back story), it had to be photographed and placed in a shoe box: Then, it was time for Daddy and Evan to head out. The blur on this one is so metaphoric: Issa and I wave goodbye on the porch:
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Yes...Evan is in pajamas and she is wearing fleece in 90 degree weather.
Our little pond also needed leaves and branches removed. Evan was on it:
Sunday, August 28, 2011
By dinner, though, we had some stir crazy kids. It was a little difficult to explain that we really can't go out and play in a hurricane. We had colored all that could be colored and cooked all that could be cooked. I made chicken noodle soup for dinner, and the crazy came out of Evan:
Saturday, August 27, 2011
The real hurricane, though, is in our family room: Yep...we're all cooped up and imaginations have run wild. I think it's time for Mom to go do a little damage control.
Friday, August 26, 2011
That is one tired baby. When she came home yesterday, she asked for some quiet time. She watched Sesame Street and snuggled Baboo, and I snuck a picture to capture this little moment. My sweet baby girl.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
1. I'm trying to get my office all set up. I was thrilled to get my first phone call yesterday. I was less thrilled by jousting with multiple IT people to set up voice mail. Mission unaccomplished.
2. I tap danced through class last night. My poor students start their own classes today with their little people, and somehow the history of the field of reading just can't compete with that. We had a great conversation, but at times I felt like only jazz hands could keep them with me.
3. Issa is still loving school!She insisted on a picture again today. Don't ask me what that face is all about. She's weird sometimes; it's part of her charm.
4. Part of Issa loving school is packing her lunch. Yesterday, I had to come home and clean up the kitchen because we couldn't manage to pack and clean before we had to go. Today, we managed to do both--hurrah!
5. I was the mom in yoga pants and a baseball cap at drop off today. I swore I would never be that mom, but I have to hurry up and mow before Irene blows past. Our HOA does not accept Acts of God as an excuse for long grass. The trials of suburbia.
6. I will have to brave the grocery today. I would normally go tomorrow, but with the storm possibly coming it will be a zoo. It will be slightly less zoo-like today, and we need groceries. And batteries. Because if I buy them, Irene will not come.
7. I have written exactly two sentences in the past two days. Crud! Must...write...
8. Even though life is feeling hurricane-ish, I'm loving finding our new normal. Happy fall!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Issa and I enjoyed our last stay home afternoon yesterday. She made a thank you card for the library since yesterday ended the summer reading program. She wrote "Library, Thank you, Issa and Evan." I had to help with the spelling, but she wrote it all flawlessly. Then we headed to the park, where she looked very big:
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
You may remember the kids constructed a little play space from sheets, and I have come to accept that if they are home the space will be up. Evan decided that little space is ideal for building.
I love the concentration on his little face. He was building a train, and then he built a dog house:
Then he turned into a bull dozer: I love his smashing face. When he knocked it down, I shouted, "Oh, no! The train crashed!"
My sweet boy looked at me like I was daft and said, "No, Mama, they blocks."
Clearly. You can't bulldoze a train. I love that he actually calls himself Dozer as he knocks down his blocks, and I love that he can sit for an hour building and dozing quite happily. He's getting so big, and he really is the funniest kid I've ever met. He has a way of cocking his head to one side and making a crazy face, and it always makes me laugh. His world also happens as a growl right now. I think it might be more of a roar, but whatever you call it any phrase can become a guttural utterance--even songs. The last line must be roared. It's a rule.
I can't wait to watch this little man grow. He is so easy going and entertaining, and I am sure he will keep me laughing even as I'm pulling out my rapidly greying hair.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
It then became a puppy house, complete with a dog door (unhooking the bottom piece).
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Our day started with a trip to her new school. Issa got to "play" with her teacher while Brad and I talked with the assistant. It made Issa even more excited to go to her new school. When we finished there, Issa and I went out for a latte and hot cocoa and to talk about her morning. I don't think I said two words.
In the afternoon, Issa and I made our own fruit roll-ups. They are actually super easy, but they do take a while (like three hours). Most of it is hurry up and wait, and I'm quite certain they will become a snack staple!
Yesterday afternoon, Miss Shelby came to play. There was much dress-up! Please notice the heels:
Then, as bonus surprise, Shelby's daddy came for a visit...in a fire truck...
Friday, August 19, 2011
See this boy:
He got a big boy hair cut last night. It's not his first, but his hair is getting so much thicker so he looks older. In the past week, he has also switched to real hugs, too. No more little boy hugs that are more of a snuggle; now we get real squeezes. I also caught myself referring him to as a preschooler rather than a toddler. It is just so much more fitting, but I don't know how that happened so quickly.
See this girl: