Friday, September 26, 2008
I love you, Boo. And all of your little quirks.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
After a two-week vacation in California, my camera finally made it home last week. It was a very joyful reunion! Unfortunately, after only 25 exposures, it decided it needed a return trip to the Golden State. Meaning, Nikon didn't fix it right the first time. So, sadly, I am once again without my favorite inanimate companion. Thankfully, Dad was kind enough to lend me his D70 for a photo shoot I had agreed to do for some friends. And for capturing Jacob's birthday festivities... and random shots like this
Please come home soon, Camera (needs a name, don't you think? Suggestions?) I miss you!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I came across a tasty-looking recipe for homemade french fries a couple days ago, and decided to make them for dinner. As I'm slicing the potatoes into 1/4-inch strips, in comes Isaac with the inevitable question, "Mom, whatcha making for dinner?" French fries, I tell him. You should have seen the look of shock on that child's face.
"You can't make fries!! You have to buy them from the store!"
(What have I been teaching my children all these years?)
I patiently explained that you can indeed make fries - they are made from potatoes. He didn't believe me. And he wouldn't eat them.
This same dinner yielded a lot of laughs (Marty has found his calling in silent comedy) and some interesting quotes from the boys, like:
Jacob: "Dad, do you know what your brain needs most to run?" (Marty gave an answer, which Jacob deemed the wrong one.) "Water!... Well, I'm gonna get some more water so my brain can keep running."
And a little later:
Isaac (flying a green bean through the air on his fork): "I'm heading for Texas... now I'm flying over Texas...." And a minute later, with a new green bean this time: "I'm blasting off for Canada!"
Not that we encourage our children to play with their food. However, we find that it improves their geography skills.
I turned around after bagging some bananas at Walmart to find a gaping hole in one such package (which I swear was far out of reach in the back of the cart) and Grace intently examining a handful of raw fish.
Thank goodness for baby wipes and hand sanitizer.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
And with this magical moment, you are officially seven, Jacob. At least according to Isaac, who is convinced it is the cake that makes you one year older.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Your passion for life. You just want to see it all, do it all, live it all. Right now. (You've asked us many times why you can't go straight to college.)
Your artistic ability. And wild imagination.
Your fearless determination. When you really want something, you go for it.
Your dramatic enthusiasm.
Your patriotism. You are very into all things American: the national anthem (which has been your favorite song for years now,) the U.S. flag, and the presidential election.
Your fierce independence. You are not one to follow the crowd, but prefer to blaze your own trail. And you are not easily persuaded to do something you don't want to do. (I'm trying to see this one in a positive light.)
Your love for your family, and your righteous desires and goals.
Happy birthday, Jacob! We love you tremendously, and we're excited to watch you growing and developing the special characteristics that make you you. And we can't wait to see what you'll do with your life. Look out, world.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
We also grew strawberries for a few weeks until they - shall we say - opted for early retirement.
I'm not into planting tons of flowers yet, but we did add some marigolds and nasturtiums for color. And one lonely-looking purple morning glory under the crabapple tree.
The kids planted a wall of sunflowers, ranging from 3 feet to 10 feet tall. They also raised a volunteer cherry tomato plant, which naturally is doing much better than the ones we planted on purpose.
Every year we learn a bit more, and consequently, harvest a bit more. This year we learned that certain plants (corn, cantaloupe-watermelons) don't do so well without sunlight and water. Hmmm... I think I read that in a book somewhere....
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Isaac: Can Blankie come with me to my friend's house?
Mom: No, Blankie needs to stay here.
Isaac: Will you babysit Blankie while I'm gone?
Mom: Blankie doesn't really need a babysitter. How about Blankie take a nap?
Isaac: No!!! SHE doesn't like to take naps!
Mom: Wait a minute - since when is Blankie a girl?
Isaac (smirking): Sssssss. (His standard response to a question when he's being shy or he doesn't know the answer.)
Mom: How do you know Blankie is a girl?
Isaac (rolling his eyes and sighing like this is the most obvious thing in the world): Because she doesn't have any hair!
Sometimes I wonder why I continue to ask these kinds of questions.