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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Radio Spot

My daughter is in a radio commercial!

Couldn't figure out how to embed the mp3 file into the blog, sorry, here's the link to download if you want to hear. (If you know how to put the mp3 file into the blog, please let me know! All the info I found on it didn't work very well ... user error probably.)

https://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0BwbQNVrWTjA8MGU0NWExOGEtOTZkYi00YmYzLTljZDMtMThiZmU5NmE3MDRh&hl=en_US&authkey=CKSD_b4G

Thursday, June 2, 2011

From the Mouth of Babes

Every now and then a gem is dropped into your heart.  I think it's more often than we realize or even pay attention.  Here's one that I paid attention to:

I have the joy of watching two 3 year olds here, a boy and a girl.  They play great together.  Their style is joking and teasing and chasing, all that fun stuff.  I also watch this adorable 4 year old boy.  Who really wants to engage but just is more sensitive and at times doesn't appreciate the teasing so much.  While playing, the 3 year old girl tells the 4 year old boy, "Just laugh!"

Gotta remember that, "just laugh!"

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Wait!

Gotta love streaming on Netflix.  It's so great!

Today for nap time, or quiet time / tv time for the older kids who are bound to fall asleep in 1/2 hour, we're looking through the kid shows on netflix.  A Rainbow Bright show is there just in case you didn't know that - a 3 year old girl yells out, "Wait!  That's my favorite show!  Even though I've never seen it ..."

Friday, May 20, 2011

Wedding Vows

I'm talking to my friend whose son got married 2 years ago and how she is almost done with a scrapbook (of their wedding day) she is making for them.

While reviewing it, she notices that the official paperwork from the court - the one with their vows on it - had a typo.  For both the bride and the goom, this is what it says:

"For better or for worse.  For richer or for pooper."

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Hanging with mom

Set the stage:  I'm at the pool doing some paperwork while my son is in his class in the pool.  My husband gets through with scouts and he and my daughter stop by on their way home.  (Yay!  I love surprises, even something this simple.)

Story line:  My husband is getting ready to leave and asks my daughter if she wants to go with him or stay here with her mom and brother.  She stops to think about it and he takes the opportunity to encourage her to stay here and he'll be right back.  She's silent for a few more moments.  I look at her and ask her, "You wanted to go with your daddy, hu."  She is looking down and after a few more seconds perks her head up and in an exasperated voice tells me, "It's not that you're uncool or anything . . . "

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Cat vs. Chickens

Now those of you who know my daughter know that she LOVES critters.  Doesn't matter.  Dogs, cats, goats, sand fleas, doesn't matter - she's going to hold and take care of them.  Well we got chicks a few months back and they've recently moved into the dog run, which will be their home. 

Meanwhile, for the past few years, there is a black and white cat in our neighborhood that my daughter loves.  It knows that it is very welcome here.  So on its last visit to our house - low and behold - it discovers our chickens.  And decides they look quite tasty.  And my daughter did something I have never seen her do before.  She got mad at an animal in our yard.  REALLY mad!  It was a while before that cat came back.

A few days later it did make it's way back.  I look out the window and this is what I see.  On the open side of the chicken's fenced in pen, the cat is hissing and trying to get at the chickens.  One of the older chicks (they're about 1/2 grown now) is standing right on the other side of the fence looking at the cat, raises up on its feet to reach it's full height, starts flapping its wings at the cat and making it's own chewing out noises.  I kid you not.  That cat got so mad it starts digging fiercely to get under the fence.  The chicken seemed to know it was safe and to me it seemed like it was taunting the cat, "Neener neener!"

And then my daughter ran out and chased the cat away.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Real McCoy

At lunch, we had strawberries.  Yummy!  A 3 year old little guy holds his up to me and asks,
"What flavor is this?"