Wednesday, March 31, 2010
"Yes, Myles, we're in the same Kindergarten class. You chased me once at recess and I threw dirt in your eye, remember?"
"So, what are you doing after this?"
"You know I'm going home with my Mom and Dad, Myles. They're right over there."
"Hey, your Mom's hottt........so how solid is her relationship with your Dad...would she seek the comfort of a younger man?"
"So, uh, I'll see you at school on Monday. I'll share my PB&J with you at lunch."
"You know we're not allowed to share lunches at school.....(Strawberry jelly or grape?)"
"I'll bring the go-gurts."
"Tell your Mom I want two."
Here's a little clip of Myles at his basketball game over the weekend. The first part is running followed by a little shakin of his groove thang then his finishing move of "I'm watching YOU, Aunt Annie" where he points at me. At the end, you'll hear his Mom who just has to bring the poor fella down with a little "Focus, My. Fo-cus."
Way to go, buzz kill.
Monday, March 22, 2010
So Aron called me this morning and wanted to know my username and password for the blog. He has never, in all the 4 yrs I've been running this thing, shown any interest in how to get in it let alone potentially wanting to be a guest blogger. If there's some weird, random post in here sometime, just assume that it's from him.
He makes me nervous.
(In all reality, he's probably just going to make the blog into a book for the kids like we've been talking about for a while now. He's so cute when he thinks he's being sneaky. Too bad I'm onto him cause he can't sneak anything past me at this point in our relationship)
Sunday, March 21, 2010
I remember being pretty little and watching the first Star Wars movie quite a few New Year's Eve celebrations in a row. One of the TV stations always seemed to show it every year and we would watch it at my Dad's cousin's house while the adults were playing cards. Aron never watched any of the movies until he was in college (freak!!) and I twisted his arm to do it.
How old were you when you first watched them? Vote!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The semi-finished product
The next craft was bead bracelets.
I love that you're Irish. I love that you love being Irish. I love all of your extroverted in-your-face Irishness. I think it's cute. It was darling when you wore your Kiss Me, I'm Irish t-shirt on Wednesday to celebrate St Patty's (let's face it, it's better than you getting hammered on green beer at your local pub and waking up in the front yard with only one shoe on, a black marker moustache on your upper lip, and a tattoo on your bee-hind that notes "Mama says I'm special" while you wonder why the neighborhood stray cat is purring and licking your teeth, right? The voice of experience says, yes.)
HOWEVER, here's a word to the wise, my dear.
When you wear this t-shirt and go Ella's classroom, you've gotta expect that someone's gonna take you up on your offer. Like say, the teacher. The teacher that you might have in a couple years when you go to Kindergarten. The teacher that says "Aw Luke...how cute...gimme a kiss." You probably shouldn't shove your hand in her face, ask her if she's Irish, then say "I don't want teacher kisses...I only want Irish ones."
Let's think ahead, Son.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Here's his buddy. He kept making this weird face everytime Luke tried to take his picture. Goofball!
Monday, March 15, 2010
This is mine.
Here they are dipping extra strawberries in the leftover melted white chocolate
Third from the left.
As previously mentioned, Ella has been flexing some of her athletic muscle by playing in a local youth basketball league. I'm not sure if this will end up being her forte but she says she's having a great time. She's had 2 games so far and her team has won both. I think the first game was 10-4 and the most recent one was 26-6.
In case you can't figure it out, she's the one in the blue t-shirt and black leggings with the pink ponytail holder skipping around the court. That's pretty much her signature move...the skip and roll.
Also, I've decided I already find other parents annoying. How many times do you really need to screech "Danaaaaaaa! Danaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Dribble all the way, Danaaaaaaaa! Dribble Danaaaaaa!!" You'll hear what I'm talking about if you listen to the video. One day before Ella's practice a couple weeks ago it was some poor boy named Dylan who had his mom screeching like a howler monkey on the 4th of July. "Dylllllllllannnnnn! DYL-annnnnn! Dylllllllllllllllllllllan!! The ball, Dylan! The baaaaaaaaaaall!" Hows about you zip it, lady, and let your kid listen to the coach? You know...the coach...the one that volunteers to teach your kid the finer points of a bounce pass and the FLEX offense (for those of you who went to my high school, you know exactly what FLEX is. Heck, they probably still run FLEX there, if the truth be told so they can win their average of 2 games a season).
If you need a personal dramatic replaying of how annoying this was, just let me know. I'll channel my mother's most annoying voice and do a replay. I'm there for you, blog readers (and for you, too, Dylan and Dana, if you ever want me to remove your mothers' voice boxes.)
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Um, hi. Yes, please stay away from my octo-dog.
The octo-dog trumpet tribute to Uncle Jeffy
The octo-dog mouthful
Uh...so I'm starting to feel a little dumb with this big octo-dog hangin outta my mouth. Stop taking my picture now, mmm-k?
Yummy spices and such.
Fold the paper over your salmon and veggies
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Why, yes, yes I did just buy it over the summer and no it shouldn't be going out and yes it's still under warranty.
So, it's been in the shop since Saturday and is supposed to be back by 3/7. Word is they may just give us a new computer since this one's junky. We'll see. Nonetheless, I'll be back soon with all our crazy hijinx (think Kindergarten drama, COSI trip, and an easy to fix meal that's simple enough even for my friend, Jeanne.).
See you soon!