Sunday, February 25, 2007
Kelly chose some pieces of plastic, a couple of screws, and some wire coating for her art project.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Even after six kids, parenting is still full of surprises. A couple of weeks ago, Michael started making the same face each night as Stan took him to his bed. The funny kid came up with it on his own, and it has become part of the routine. Last night, right before Stan was heading off to the shower, I asked him, "Do you think you could get Michael to put on his going to bed face before you showered?" Michael heard me, made the face and went off with his Dad to get into bed without any argument.
Kelly saw me blogging this and wanted to be included, so here is her going to bed face, created on the spot for your viewing pleasure.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Last night, all of us went to the BYU/CBU volleyball game. We had to drive a ways, but it was worth it because we all had fun. Heather and Gwen got into stomping and chanting with the crowd, Kelly danced in the stands during the band music and Michael is still talking about "watching bolleybolleyball" this morning.
It was great to see, even though our team lost. The last few minutes were especially exciting, with each team taking turns gaining a point at a time. I must be getting responsible (old!?!) because I was torn between winning and the game not going longer so that we could get the kids home to bed.
Here are some links if you want to learn more about it -
Lancers Upset Cougars
Lancers stop No. 1
Monday, February 12, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
The other day, I caught Michael sticking his finger up his nose and then trying to clean it off with his mouth. Hoping to nip a potential bad habit in the bud, I told him, "We don't eat our boogers!! That's gross." Well a couple days after that, I saw that more clarification was necessary. He obviously still thinks there may be nutritional possibilities coming out of his nose.
I was trying to merge onto a busy freeway (always a good time for someone to need help in the back seat) when Michael hollered, "I have hamburgers!"
Me - "What?"
Michael - "I need tissue. Get hamburgers out of my nose."
Me - "Oh, you mean you have BOOGERS. I'll get you a tissue in a minute."
Michael - "Yes, I have bagels."
On another note,
The kids gave me beads, a small blue dish, and more beads. Stan gave me a string of Akoya pearls.
And last, but far from least, is some poetry. We haven't had much rain this winter so everyone was excited when we woke up to the sounds of dripping water this morning. Before she even ate breakfast, Rachel, with a little help from Heather, composed the following -
Pitter, patter everyone,
Pitter, patter to the sun,
And maybe it will rain.
Call the clouds to come o’er here,
‘Cause right now the sky is clear,
And hope that it will rain.
Get galoshes from the garage,
And umbrella, try to dodge,
The maybe coming rain.
Look, behold! It’s dripping now,
Do a dance and then a bow,
We finally have the rain.
Friday, February 02, 2007
More evidence of his greatness as a dad is that when we had concrete poured on the side of the house to park his car on, he had the idea to extend it into the back yard for the kids. Gwen even bought herself a skateboard in honor of the occasion.