Cardboard Artists

During a trip to Sam's, Brad's mom suggested that we take home three very large pieces of thin cardboard (that were separating the paper towel packages) for the kids to play with. I forget to think about the freebies you can find there.


They immediately started their art projects and stayed busy for most of the evening.



Kilian duplicated a picture of a dog howling at the moon (with music notes, a lightning bug, fence, tree, moon and stars) that he had drawn and colored at school for a contest. It now hangs on his wall above his bed.

A few days later we found out that his original drawing has moved on to the next level of the school contest.

Lucy drew mermaids in an undersea world with some "you and me together" song lyrics (seashells and all!)

Camille drew a scene that at first resembled Kilan's fence and tree, but in hers it remained daytime and some flowers bloomed at the bottom.

The girls also have their masterpieces on their wall.

I cannot fully explain the poses...but here are my observations: Camille looks like an NBA player from the 70's holding a toy yorkie and Lucy is modeling her tassel from kindergarten graduation.

Her new approach

Lucy does not like most of the meals I cook. Pretty much if two ingredients touch each other, she gears up for a long night at the table. She knows that what is fixed for dinner will be what she eats. 99% of the time we stick to our rule that she must have at least one bite of everything in order to leave the table, but must finish her plate in order to have a dessert (if there is one that night).


She also knows that I am tired of hearing her complain about what is on the menu plan. So I found this note tonight.

"from Kilian to Mom

I do not wont lzonya for dinr and I theek that Lucy is the best."

Interesting because Kilian knows how to spell these words correctly (well, maybe not lasagna). She got so many laughs at this attempt that she wrote two more of *Kilian's* requests to not have meals that he likes just fine.

Grammy's Visit

We were lucky enough to have Brad's mom come visit for a week recently. If you know Grammy, you know that we are now very well fed, better organized, and have lots of little fix-it projects taken care of.

Our freezer has some stored up food for just before or after baby arrives. We also have a solution for the little blondie that loves playing in the potty. These latch/hooks on the outside of the bathroom doors work well because Camille can reach them, but Oliver cannot. (He can reach all door handles, though).

We also have our mantle decorated with something other than match books, dried up palm branches, changing pad, remote controls, junk mail, 2 cigars (not mine!) and random toys that were put in time out because of fighting.

...and the "funny" I want to remember...Kilian has been enjoying the Magic Tree House books again. Between the ones we own and 3 or 4 at a time from our library, he only had a couple left. Grammy had heard this, and offered to take "just him" shopping at a book store to get those that he had not read. He informed us that he had filled in all the gaps with his teacher's collection at school. Grammy then offered to take him to look for any other books he would like to buy at the store. His response?

"Well - I think I just want to go read books in the store for about an hour. I could probably read about $50 worth because they cost a lot there and that way you won't have to spend any money."

Not sure if his dad or Uncle Darren are more proud of his frugality. Thanks for everything, Grammy! Bring PawPaw next time!

Sister Confusion

After school several days ago Camille showed me a band aid covering a mosquito bite on her leg. This is the conversation that followed:

Camille: "Do you know who gave this to me?"
Me: "No, who?"
Camille: "Olivia's sister"

Hmmm...I was trying to think of who that might be. I must have had a confused look on my face while I thought.

Me: "you mean a teacher gave it to you?"
Camille: "yes"

Still thinking...are there any families at our small Catholic school that have a student with a big sister that teaches??

Camille: "you know, she always wears the brown dress..."
Me: "Ahhh - you mean Sister Olivia" - the nun that teaches kindergarten classes!
Camille: "Yes!"

We've talked about nuns before, but apparently not what they are called :) Now she knows!

Snooze and a football story

While looking back at baby pictures of the 3 oldest kids I noticed that I used to take lots of "sleeping baby" pictures. I do not have many of Oliver, so I just tip-toed in there to capture one. Brilliant. Guess who is a pretty light sleeper and is now sitting in my lap?

I love how he sleeps with his hands behind his head.

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A couple of weeks ago Oliver was with my parents during a televised Tech football game. I wasn't there, but I heard that he was sitting in my dad's lap when the other team fumbled the ball. My dad yelled "GET THE BALL!" at the t.v. Oliver quickly slid down, ran across the room and grabbed two balls, and brought them back to my dad...pronto.

The Magical Wand

Lucy has been talking about wanting a "real" magic wand from Santa this Christmas. I guess it is pretty early to be talking about Christmas wishes, but since we talk about our December baby so much I can see why it is on her mind.

She has a long list (that she discusess often) of what she would do with her wand. It always begins with wanting to be a mermaid and making our house full of water. She would also like to change into a flying fairy when she doesn't want to swim. Then she mentions making our car fly when we need to go somewhere.

Finally, her practical side comes through (and my favorite part)...she wishes we could say POOF! and the dishes would be clean, POOF! and the dirty diaper is taken care of, POOF! all the laundry is done, etc.

I sure hope your Christmas wishes come true, Lucy!

Cute little big frog

Apparently more attention was paid to redoing the kids bathroom and blogging about it than to the folding and putting away of towels yesterday.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw this towel hanging over our shower this morning. I guess it was Brad's only choice. I wonder if he used the little hood to dry his hair? I bet he'll thank me for posting this...