"Amanda, please report to my office. Amanda, please report to my office."
I don't know where she got that from, but I got a kick out of it.
What a little stinker!
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Report to My Office
Yesterday I set Chloe up at the desk with some paper and markers so she could make some cards for her friends. Before long, though, I heard her calling me:
"Amanda, please report to my office. Amanda, please report to my office."
I don't know where she got that from, but I got a kick out of it.
What a little stinker!
"Amanda, please report to my office. Amanda, please report to my office."
I don't know where she got that from, but I got a kick out of it.
What a little stinker!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
First Day of School
So the kids went back to school today. Can I just say how much I love the first day of school? Everyone woke up happy this morning, got ready with minimal fighting (though I did have to threaten to take away a Nerf gun when a perpetrator kept aiming it at a sister), and was out the door in plenty of time to take pictures before the school bus arrived. Here are some quick snaps from this morning.
Our Second Grader (minus a couple of teeth)
She picked out her own outfit for today. She's digging her pink fishnets.
The Fourth Grader (and all of his new freckles).
The school kids. I told them to show me how happy they were to go to school. You can see who's trying not to show his excitement.
These smiles are a little better.
The cute little one who can't wait for kindergarten next year.
And again.
All three crazies being crazy!
Our Second Grader (minus a couple of teeth)
She picked out her own outfit for today. She's digging her pink fishnets.
The Fourth Grader (and all of his new freckles).
The school kids. I told them to show me how happy they were to go to school. You can see who's trying not to show his excitement.
These smiles are a little better.
The cute little one who can't wait for kindergarten next year.
And again.
All three crazies being crazy!
Back
So after a rather lengthy hiatus (we'll blame it on the house, feeling sick and general craziness around here) we're back! We've nixed the idea of starting the blog all over and transferred those posts here so everything is in one place for your convenience. (We're so nice, aren't we!)
The big kids started school this morning and life is (kind of) back to (almost) normal around here!
Chloe and I are going to play a game of cards (she found Daddy's old baseball cards in the attic and now we need to play some kind of game with them that seems to be similar to Go Fish crossed with "these guys look funny because they have funny looking mustaches."
We'll post pictures later!
The big kids started school this morning and life is (kind of) back to (almost) normal around here!
Chloe and I are going to play a game of cards (she found Daddy's old baseball cards in the attic and now we need to play some kind of game with them that seems to be similar to Go Fish crossed with "these guys look funny because they have funny looking mustaches."
We'll post pictures later!
Housecleaning - Or What My Children Really Think of Me - 2/4/11
We have had several snow days in the past couple of weeks (Read: at least six, not counting holidays and teacher work days).
We have taken the opportunity to spent a lot of mother-children time. The other day, I helped the children clean their room. And by cleaning, I mean I put everything that was on the floor in a box and carted it out of there while they fussed and hollered. (Don't worry, I did give them plenty of notice that they were to pick up the things they wanted to keep. The things they didn't want to pick up, I would happily take care of for them. Those are on their way to the attic this afternoon.)
Believe it or not, my kids were not very thrilled about this and took the opportunity to tell me just what they thought.
Child 1: You're so mean! You're the meanest mom ever!
Child 2: I know why you wanted to have children. You wanted to have children so you could torture us!
Child 3: I know you're not even our real mother. I remember being two years old in the orphanage before we came here. I wish we were still there.
Maybe we should screen Annie one more time if one of mine truly thinks it's better to live in an orphanage than to pick up a few things off their floor.
We have taken the opportunity to spent a lot of mother-children time. The other day, I helped the children clean their room. And by cleaning, I mean I put everything that was on the floor in a box and carted it out of there while they fussed and hollered. (Don't worry, I did give them plenty of notice that they were to pick up the things they wanted to keep. The things they didn't want to pick up, I would happily take care of for them. Those are on their way to the attic this afternoon.)
Believe it or not, my kids were not very thrilled about this and took the opportunity to tell me just what they thought.
Child 1: You're so mean! You're the meanest mom ever!
Child 2: I know why you wanted to have children. You wanted to have children so you could torture us!
Child 3: I know you're not even our real mother. I remember being two years old in the orphanage before we came here. I wish we were still there.
Maybe we should screen Annie one more time if one of mine truly thinks it's better to live in an orphanage than to pick up a few things off their floor.
Kitchen Photos - 1/27/11
I'm putting up some recent pictures of our kitchen on our house blog.
http://yellowfarmhouse.wordpress.com
Enjoy!
http://yellowfarmhouse.wordpress.com
Enjoy!
Who's Confused? 1/27/11
The other day I walked into the kitchen to find this:
While they scrubbed, I could hear them sing:
It's a hard-knock life for us.
It's a hard-knock life for us.
Instead of treating we get tricked
Instead of kisses we get kicked
It's a hard-knock life.
So I foolishly said, "I know what you're playing. Which one of you is Annie?"
Chloe looks at me like that was the stupidest thing she's ever heard and said (and picture her saying this as if she's a teenager)
"No, we're playing Harry Potter."
"You're playing Harry Potter cleaning?"
"No, we're playing Harry Potter workshop."
Of course. There are tons of scenes in Harry Potter where Hermione and Ginny are scrubbing floors. I should have noticed the tie Chloe was wearing. It'd have clued me in since everyone at Hogwarts wears ties. Especially when they clean or act out Annie.
While they scrubbed, I could hear them sing:
It's a hard-knock life for us.
It's a hard-knock life for us.
Instead of treating we get tricked
Instead of kisses we get kicked
It's a hard-knock life.
So I foolishly said, "I know what you're playing. Which one of you is Annie?"
Chloe looks at me like that was the stupidest thing she's ever heard and said (and picture her saying this as if she's a teenager)
"No, we're playing Harry Potter."
"You're playing Harry Potter cleaning?"
"No, we're playing Harry Potter workshop."
Of course. There are tons of scenes in Harry Potter where Hermione and Ginny are scrubbing floors. I should have noticed the tie Chloe was wearing. It'd have clued me in since everyone at Hogwarts wears ties. Especially when they clean or act out Annie.
1/17/11
Know how some days don't seem to turn out the way you plan? Today was one of those days for us. It seemed like it'd be straightforward: take Caleb to a play date, come home in time for the insulation folks to finish insulating our house, do some housework, maybe bake a treat or two in my new kitchen.
Unfortunately, that's not how things worked for us.
On the way out the door to take Caleb to his friends' house, I realized I didn't have my keys. It would have been great if I had realized it before the door latched behind me. It's such a tease to look through the window and see my keys but have no way to get them. Of course I'm extra careful about keeping doors and windows locked so there was no way to even pry open a window. Luckily I had a spare car key in my purse so I was able to get Caleb to his play date. Then I was able to find Rob's new work phone number from our GPS (he can't use his cell phone in the OR and I didn't have the new number in my phone yet) and was able to let him know I'd be over to grab his house key. Things were pretty uneventful on the drive over, except for Chloe's begging to eat lunch with her dad. Never mind that it wasn't lunchtime or that we had people waiting for us at our house because by this time the insulation guys were waiting for us. We drive straight home and that ride was pretty uneventful too, except for a bout of motion sickness. Fortunately Chloe has gotten pretty good at throwing up into a cup. Unfortunately we didn't have a cup, only a small baby bottle Chloe had brought with her for who knows what reason. Anyway, I got home with a load of laundry to wash. Lucky me.
We got the insulation folks all set (they had come out last week to insulate and got almost half of the house done before realizing they didn't have the right amount of insulation listed in their paperwork, so they had to come out and finish today) and then I got to clean up the mess from yesterday's daddy-kid cookie baking adventure. I busied myself making a big batch of marinara sauce (too bad I didn't have any mozzarella cheese in the fridge) and thought about baking a treat. I did some shoveling (I figured I'd better shovel a path to the side door and one from the front door to the street so the kids don't have to tromp through the snow to get to the bus before it ices over tomorrow).
(Did I mention that I certainly hope there's school tomorrow? They had a snow day on Wednesday, another one on Thursday, a teacher work day on Friday, the weekend and then today's holiday. That was a surprise six day vacation. Wish I had known in advance - I'd have taken the kids out of town or at least planned something fun to do. There are rumors spreading that we'll have another snow day tomorrow...sure hope not!)
Anyway, the girls kept themselves busy today.
They turned a half a loaf of bread into PB&J sandwiches, cut into star shapes with a cookie cutter they found.
Camille "organized" our pantry. I did explain to her that we are going to put up shelves before we really put food in there, but she wanted to do this anyway.
Chloe took a well-deserved nap.
That gave her enough energy to do some art on the wall. This is after I told her she couldn't write her name on the wall again.
Unfortunately, that's not how things worked for us.
On the way out the door to take Caleb to his friends' house, I realized I didn't have my keys. It would have been great if I had realized it before the door latched behind me. It's such a tease to look through the window and see my keys but have no way to get them. Of course I'm extra careful about keeping doors and windows locked so there was no way to even pry open a window. Luckily I had a spare car key in my purse so I was able to get Caleb to his play date. Then I was able to find Rob's new work phone number from our GPS (he can't use his cell phone in the OR and I didn't have the new number in my phone yet) and was able to let him know I'd be over to grab his house key. Things were pretty uneventful on the drive over, except for Chloe's begging to eat lunch with her dad. Never mind that it wasn't lunchtime or that we had people waiting for us at our house because by this time the insulation guys were waiting for us. We drive straight home and that ride was pretty uneventful too, except for a bout of motion sickness. Fortunately Chloe has gotten pretty good at throwing up into a cup. Unfortunately we didn't have a cup, only a small baby bottle Chloe had brought with her for who knows what reason. Anyway, I got home with a load of laundry to wash. Lucky me.
We got the insulation folks all set (they had come out last week to insulate and got almost half of the house done before realizing they didn't have the right amount of insulation listed in their paperwork, so they had to come out and finish today) and then I got to clean up the mess from yesterday's daddy-kid cookie baking adventure. I busied myself making a big batch of marinara sauce (too bad I didn't have any mozzarella cheese in the fridge) and thought about baking a treat. I did some shoveling (I figured I'd better shovel a path to the side door and one from the front door to the street so the kids don't have to tromp through the snow to get to the bus before it ices over tomorrow).
(Did I mention that I certainly hope there's school tomorrow? They had a snow day on Wednesday, another one on Thursday, a teacher work day on Friday, the weekend and then today's holiday. That was a surprise six day vacation. Wish I had known in advance - I'd have taken the kids out of town or at least planned something fun to do. There are rumors spreading that we'll have another snow day tomorrow...sure hope not!)
Anyway, the girls kept themselves busy today.
They turned a half a loaf of bread into PB&J sandwiches, cut into star shapes with a cookie cutter they found.
Camille "organized" our pantry. I did explain to her that we are going to put up shelves before we really put food in there, but she wanted to do this anyway.
Chloe took a well-deserved nap.
That gave her enough energy to do some art on the wall. This is after I told her she couldn't write her name on the wall again.
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