Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
For some reason she decided she wanted to do her hair at the dinner table. It started with taking out her pony tail.
Then she wanted to put her pony tail back in.
So, of course, she needs a comb.
And if you're going to style your hair, it has to be wet.
So you use your drinking glass.
Then she had to style the monkey's hair too.
Now picture all of this with her saying things like "I cute?" and "Kaylee do pony tail" and "I brush Monkey George."
Now you can see why I had such a hard time editing down the photos.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
So yeah, I spent all this money on a smart phone, plus the monthly plan, plus the cost of the app all to take crappy old looking photos.
But isn't it neat?!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
She used to eat so well whatever we put in front of her.
But lately she's been eating less like Racheal and more like Roberta. (For the Rices out there - that's to say she's got a rather limited palate.)
I'm not asking for much. I just really wish we could get her to eat more than cheese, goldfish and yogurt.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I'm going to destroy a piece of your childhood.
On the surface, Goodnight Moon is an innocent bedtime story. I'm sure you know it. It's been around for more than 60 years. So the chances are good that it was read to you as a child, you read it to your children, or maybe both.
"In the great green room
And a red balloon
And a picture of —"
And so begins our tale. Seems simple enough.
There's a cute little bunny child laying in bed – and he (or she) takes a count of everything in the room and then proceeds to tell everything goodnight.
Except it isn't. It's a story about the pains of putting a small child to bed. It's all right there on the page if you're willing to read between the lines a little bit.
See, the baby bunny starts off our tale tucked into bed. The next time we see him? Still wide awake – despite the "old lady whispering hush." The next time? Standing on the bed looking at a painting. And again a few pages later – sitting on the covers, arms crossed in defiance. And still again – this time rolling around and kicking his legs. Finally – after more urging from the old lady – the child is back in the bed, bleary-eyed but still awake.
But Mike, I can hear you saying, you're obviously reading way too much into this beloved bedtime tale.
Have you looked at the clocks? That's right. There are clocks in the background of the illustrations. And what do the clocks tell us?
Well, it's 7 pm (I'm assuming it's PM – the title of the book has "night" in it after all) when baby bunny is first seen in bed. And then 7:20 by the time he's done looking around the room. And we still have to fidget around the bed and play the "say good-night to everything" to avoid going to sleep game.
It's 8 pm when the old lady has finally had enough and tells the brat to lay down already. At 8:10 the kid has finally passed out – but the old lady has already given up and is probably on her way to the pantry to fix herself a stiff drink.
That's more than an hour of fighting this child before they finally pass out from exhaustion. Does this still sound like a cute little bedtime story to you?
Now take into account that if your child loves this book (and kids love this book – at least mine does) you have to read this story EVERY night. Which means you have to relive this old lady's anguish over and over and over again. That's right, the author knows the pain you go through every night and she is mocking you.
I don't know about you, but I think that Margaret Wise Brown was one sick lady.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Spent the afternoon mini golfing (Kaylee's first time duffing) with Mel and Kaylee's favorite person, Johnny.
There was a little putting, a little kicking, a little throwing - but the favorite way to get the ball down the green seemed to be just picking it up and running with it.
And it seemed to work. Kaylee was the only one of us who finished under par.