Here's a picture of Ben's new loft bed. He is very excited. He came home from school yesterday, went directly up to his room, and read a book in his new cave. That makes it well worth every swear word we had to explain to him while building it!
April 15, 2008
Moving Up In the World
Here's a picture of Ben's new loft bed. He is very excited. He came home from school yesterday, went directly up to his room, and read a book in his new cave. That makes it well worth every swear word we had to explain to him while building it!
April 14, 2008
And Many More....
Let it never be said that we don't know how to have a good time. That we don't just let loose, throw our cares to the wind, and have fun.
We celebrated Eric's birthday this weekend with all sorts of festivities. First, we took him to Ikea to purchase a loft bed for Ben. He got to experience the mind-numbing sensory overload that one can only get at a crowded Ikea on a Saturday afternoon. We followed that up with four hours in the fires of hell assembling it with all of its 84 bazillion pieces.
Don't tell me I don't know how to show my man a good time on his special day.
As if that wasn't celebration enough, the next day we both injured ourselves. Just to PROVE we're a good time. Eric's toe had a bad run-in with a chair leg, and the back of Theo's head collided with my nose during our gentle morning "snuggle time." We contemplated taking our sorry selves to the hospital to check for broken bones, but we realized that we looked like a really bad domestic situation, and decided to spare ourselves the social services pamphlets they'd surely give us.
We celebrated Eric's birthday this weekend with all sorts of festivities. First, we took him to Ikea to purchase a loft bed for Ben. He got to experience the mind-numbing sensory overload that one can only get at a crowded Ikea on a Saturday afternoon. We followed that up with four hours in the fires of hell assembling it with all of its 84 bazillion pieces.
Don't tell me I don't know how to show my man a good time on his special day.
As if that wasn't celebration enough, the next day we both injured ourselves. Just to PROVE we're a good time. Eric's toe had a bad run-in with a chair leg, and the back of Theo's head collided with my nose during our gentle morning "snuggle time." We contemplated taking our sorry selves to the hospital to check for broken bones, but we realized that we looked like a really bad domestic situation, and decided to spare ourselves the social services pamphlets they'd surely give us.
Being unable to move without the aid of a wheelchair, Eric was forced to sit on the couch all day and watch the Masters. Awww, poor E! So, because he is the love of my life, I did something really special for him. I bought him a can of Pringles. Cheese flavored. To eat. IN THE FAMILY ROOM. While he watched TV. I know, sometimes I just go too far with this birthday celebration thing.
(By the way, this move made instant golf fans out of the younger people we live with. Pringles...Couch...Hours of TV...Score!)
All in all, a weekend of fun and festivities like this can only make a person feel special and loved, right?
Okay, okay, we DID go out for dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant, and we DID have a little peanut butter cup pie celebration. But I'm sure they pale in comparison to the rest of it :).
Happy Birthday, E.
April 4, 2008
This One's for the Grandparents
Last night was "Beyond Words" night at school. It's a celebration of art and literature that is, even for the parents, really fun.
Here are a couple of things that'll make you proud of the blood line you've created:
Here are a couple of things that'll make you proud of the blood line you've created:
Theo's wood block painting
Ben's memories of "The Good Old Days"
Making paper
April 1, 2008
Happy JanuApril
Okay, we get it. It's been a long winter. WE UNDERSTAND. We woke up to 6" of fresh, wet, heavy snow this morning. Two days ago, the kids were out in shorts and I was doing yard work. Today, winter. Happy JanuApril.
The boys are pretty sure this is the luckiest week of their lives. The snow caused a 2-hour early release day on Monday, and a 2-hour late start day on Tuesday. Right on the heels of spring break week. It's a kid jackpot.
In an effort to voice my opinion about this snowfall, I am refusing to shovel. I know, I know, calm down Kristin. Take it easy there, girl. Whoa.
I was feeling all good and strong about this stand until I remembered that our mailman doesn't deliver if there is even a mere 2" of snow on the front walkway. I would call him names here in my blog, except that he is adorable and has endeared himself to me with his "Hello, Mrs. Lucas, how are you today?" every time I run into him on the porch.
So I shoveled a little tiny pathway up the front walk and onto the porch, just for him. Why? Because I still have that child-like, starry-eyed hope that one of these days he'll bring a huge, surprise check instead of bills.
And because sometimes getting the mail is the biggest event in my day. The arrival of the mail is part of my well-oiled procrastination schedule. After calling friends and my mom, looking at every website I can think of, and having a heart-to-heart conversation with Sam, I start to get the sinking feeling that I actually have to do some work. Then I remember the mail! My old friend, my relied-upon, late-morning beacon of distraction. Its arrival buys me a good ten minutes of non-work time. Fifteen if there are good catalogs.
So you can see how important it is to overcome one's philosophical anti-snow stands when something this important is on the line.
But I WON'T shovel the driveway.
The boys are pretty sure this is the luckiest week of their lives. The snow caused a 2-hour early release day on Monday, and a 2-hour late start day on Tuesday. Right on the heels of spring break week. It's a kid jackpot.
In an effort to voice my opinion about this snowfall, I am refusing to shovel. I know, I know, calm down Kristin. Take it easy there, girl. Whoa.
I was feeling all good and strong about this stand until I remembered that our mailman doesn't deliver if there is even a mere 2" of snow on the front walkway. I would call him names here in my blog, except that he is adorable and has endeared himself to me with his "Hello, Mrs. Lucas, how are you today?" every time I run into him on the porch.
So I shoveled a little tiny pathway up the front walk and onto the porch, just for him. Why? Because I still have that child-like, starry-eyed hope that one of these days he'll bring a huge, surprise check instead of bills.
And because sometimes getting the mail is the biggest event in my day. The arrival of the mail is part of my well-oiled procrastination schedule. After calling friends and my mom, looking at every website I can think of, and having a heart-to-heart conversation with Sam, I start to get the sinking feeling that I actually have to do some work. Then I remember the mail! My old friend, my relied-upon, late-morning beacon of distraction. Its arrival buys me a good ten minutes of non-work time. Fifteen if there are good catalogs.
So you can see how important it is to overcome one's philosophical anti-snow stands when something this important is on the line.
But I WON'T shovel the driveway.
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