365 | Day 7... Studious is as Studious Does

 

After he finished his math homework and handwriting practice, he wrote this letter to Shawn, who's due to come home from the hunting trip tonight:

 (Casey started the whole Banana Poop thing.  Normally he yells from the bathroom, "I'm all done going poop, Moooom!" to signal that it's time for my help.... until the day he decided to substitute that line with, "BANANA POOOOP!"  It's been prevalent in the house ever since.  Ever heard the song, "Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring... banana phone"?  Those are no longer the lyrics.)

365 | Day 6... Scrappy Goes Climbing

 

I've got a live one on my hands!  It's Colton, Part 2.  Once again, I'm going to have to ultra-babyproof, including putting the chairs on top the kitchen table-- unless I want to find a mini-toddler up there instead.

 

 

I'll relax more when she learns how to get back down from higher surfaces, but this newfound independence is making her in a much better mood AND I APPRECIATE THE HELL OUT OF THAT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Baaaaad ol' baby.

365 | Day 5... in which I failed to take any good pictures. Already. On day five.

But loooooookiiiit!  We played glow stick hide-n-seek in the dark!

 

While we're on the subject, last week Colton called it "hide and goat sneak".  I wonder what kind of visuals came along with that.  Maybe none.  When I was preschool age, about 1983-84, there was this song on the radio with the lyrics "Every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you."  I used to sing along to it, but I thought the lyrics were "you take a piece of meat with you."  Didn't occur to me why that might be weird until my mom heard me and pointed it out. 

Aaaaahhhh.... 80's Mom Songs.  I believe I'm suddenly in the mood for some Hall & Oates...

365 | Day 4... Rainy Day Post-it Frenzy

 

Colton spent Casey and Mackenzie's naptime with a pile of Post-its and a marker.  I spent it with my Kindle, lazily wondering what he was up to, but too absorbed to check it out.  (It's Sunday.  I get like that.)

 



He got a lot done.

 

I forgot to ask him about the second line of this one.  It'll probably seem obvious once he tells me, but I can't figure it out.  ('read it and you'll see', maybe?)

 

 

 

"Countdown to Trick-or-Treat." (For some reason, the spelling is impeccable on that one.)  "Cisin."  (with a very helpful map to said kitchen), and  "Lit swis is for..." (the light switch for the above wall sconce, not pictured.)

 

Wood Stove

 

The front door, leading to "aotsid."  But it's only outside "sumtims"...?

 

Cabinet

 

"dont cumin."  That's where Mama keeps her wine glasses.  However, he said the next note means 'decorations house', and that it's for 'anyone'.  I find this contradictory.

 

Dining Room

 

Refrigerator

 

iPad.  Don't touch.  Unless you want to stick a Post-It to it.  Then go for it.

 

Dishwasher

 

Freezer

 

The door to Colton and Casey's room.  He chose Halloween decor for their label.

 

The linen 'kulosit'

 

Mom and Dad's Room

 

Kitchen, that way!  But again... only somtims? 

 

 

 



That Boy is so cool.

365 | Day 3... in Colton's words, "It's very Tim-y"

Dinner at Grandma's and Uncle Tim's (not Tim Burton, but there are similarities):

 

 

 

I think it's awesome how, for little kids, Grandma's houses have a tendency to be these magical places with trinkets and treasures and forts and plenty of discoveries to be made. 

 

But what I LOVE is that my kids' Grandma's house really is a bona fide funhouse, chock-full of freakery, wonderment and intrigue. 

 

Even for me:

 

 

 



365 | Day 2... in which preparation for the hard winter ahead shall begin

Casey and Dad saying their goodbyes this morning as the annual hunting vacation trip commences:

 

 

 

I will stay home and mind the children.  He will hunt and possibly gather.  Many snarky comments will pass through my head.  Very few will leave my mouth. 

 

[I'm all for the hunting trip, by the way.  Very much of the opinion that every adult with small (or big) kids should be able to step away occasionally.  But I do need to throw that opinion at myself, too, and figure out where my outlet is going to be.]

 

So!  Tonight's plans?  Spiderman Mac n' Cheese, popcorn, and a DVD--  It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  It's Friday, bitch!

 



365 | Day One of What the Hell Am I Getting Myself Into and I'm Not Making Any Promises

I'm gonna do this thing where I lie to myself and say that I'm going to post a photo every day for the next year.  This is my new blog project, and it's way too ambitious for me.  It would probably help if I had a smartphone to help me out a little, but for now I'll rely on my Canon, which I don't take anywhere with me, and half the time I can't remember where I put it.

Actually, today I'm going to post a photo that I didn't even take.  Casey got his proofs back today for his preschool pictures.  Anyone who knows Casey knows what this means.  Yep:

When it comes to Casey, you don't tell him to sing a song, recite the alphabet, do a dance, repeat a word, talk on the phone, converse with strangers (or friends), and you certainly don't tell him to smile for any camera.  He is shy and he is stubborn, and the combination is proving to be... well, probably a lot like I was when I was little (or maybe all the way through high school.  Pretty sure my physical reaction to shyness was to turn red and glare at people, too.  At least I understand where he's coming from.)  Not even his sweet teacher could convince him to get happy.  He normally reacts really well to all his teachers... but there was a camera, and the camera could see him.
Now I have to figure out how to buy these photos without buying a whole package.  I just want one or two for keepsakes.  It's just too 'Casey' to pass up.