Book Of The Month Club

Daisy was reading to herself, but got distracted when I came in. She was pointing out a circle. Melts this teacher's heart.

Annual Beard-Off

Let the Beard-Off begin! Actually, we're in the midst of it. About 6 or 7 guys from Abe's work participate in the Annual Beard-Off. They draw ridiculous facial hair types from a bag, i.e. the chinstrap (see photo above), the boy band pencil thin beard, a full-on beard with absolutely no trimming, the moustache with soul patch(as shown below from last year), chops, etc. All the guys start growing on the same day. When an individual can stand it no longer and he shaves, he pays five bucks to each remaining contestant. At present, there are 3 guys left. As ridiculous as my Amish husband looks, I'm telling him to tough it out--Momma needs a new dress!

New Olympic Event

Toilet gymnastics


**Warning: This is a highly trained professional. Please do not attempt this maneuver at home.

Christmas 2009

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

You Say Tomato, I Say Tomato

The kids and I ran errands until dinner time one evening. Zeke was hungry so I told him we would stop and get him a hamburger on the way home. Zeke: Are we going to go into the restroom to get a hamburger? Me: (after taking a second to think about this) Yes, we're going to a restaurant, but we won't go in. Zeke: Won't the driveway be closed since it's dark? Me: No, the drive-thru will still be open. This is the kids on their 'cooking chairs' making dessert. They drag them over from the table to help cook--even little Daisy drags her own chair. (I think it goes without saying that clothing is optional when using the cooking chair. You can rest better seeing that Abe, however, is fully clothed.)

Colonel Mustard With the Candlestick at the Mailbox

After doing some Christmas shopping one afternoon, I got the mail whilst pulling into the driveway. I off-handedly said someone must have stolen the Christmas cards from our mailbox because we didn't get any. When we opened the door Zeke whispered, "Has anyone been here?" Then he shone his new flashlight on a spot on the cabinet door and exclaimed, "Look! It's a clue." Guess I shouldn't say random things like people are stealing Christmas cards from our mailbox.

Chaos

My boy has eczema, and when it gets itchy it feels like bugs on his skin. He calls them 'scratching bugs.' If you hear him saying he has scratching bugs on his head, please don't take your kids and run--it's not lice. Tonight he was listing where he was itching. "Scratching bug on my foot, scratching bugs on my head...it's scratching bug chaos!"
(This picture has nothing to do with scratching bugs, but I thought I'd share a little sibling hug action.)