Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
gap tooth grin
Before we get into heated debate about whether it's gap-toothed grin (is it wax paper or waxed paper? ice tea or iced tea? we grammarphiles know how it ought to be said) let it be known that Jack lost his first tooth today!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007, at lunchtime (a little after 12 noon). I was helping the kids in my classroom open their CapriSuns and Lunchables when Ms. Kari brought Jack to me. He was wearing that pleased little Jack smile on his face and carrying a Ziploc in his hand. When he turned that grin on me I saw what was missing from his mouth was safely tucked away between two layers of plastic.
We went to Michael's and got a tooth box for him, one for Evan, and one for Julian. We didn't get a chance to decorate them, though, because there was too much playing going on. After dinner we went to Baskin Robbins to celebrate with a dip of chocolate topped with gummy bears.
The other one's loose now, too.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007, at lunchtime (a little after 12 noon). I was helping the kids in my classroom open their CapriSuns and Lunchables when Ms. Kari brought Jack to me. He was wearing that pleased little Jack smile on his face and carrying a Ziploc in his hand. When he turned that grin on me I saw what was missing from his mouth was safely tucked away between two layers of plastic.
We went to Michael's and got a tooth box for him, one for Evan, and one for Julian. We didn't get a chance to decorate them, though, because there was too much playing going on. After dinner we went to Baskin Robbins to celebrate with a dip of chocolate topped with gummy bears.
The other one's loose now, too.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Wednesday at Tucker's
At Cottonwood Elementary Wednesday was Come to School as Your Favorite Literary Character Day. Evan chose to wear his Frodo Baggins costume from Halloween. In his haste to show off to Mandy, he tripped over Bishop's dog bed and flew headlong into the bed frame. Even though he had to have the 2-inch gash in his forehead glued together at the emergency room, he seemed to recover quickly.
After two hours of playing Lego Star Wars.
Playtime with Daddy.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Wednesday's chick
It's Saturday morning and an early storm keeps me indoors, away from my jog, which was to be SEVEN miles this morning. So instead I'll post about the nest on my back patio, a post I've been meaning to make since the two little house wrens began building the nest a month or so ago. They're sweet little birds, the male with the slightest red blush to his breast, the female a bit plainer but more dedicated. Didn't they choose a pretty place to house their chicks?
As Mama Bird sat on the nest Daddy would bring food for her. I watched them for a week or two. When I peeked in one day there were four perfect speckled eggs that looked exactly like Cadbury Mini Eggs. One day I thought I'd take a picture and blog about it, but the next time I looked there were three little chicks nestled around one unhatched egg. That was a Tuesday three weeks ago.
They couldn't hold up their heads for a more than a few seconds and their spindley little selves just quivered.
Mama nested with them but flew away each time we opened the patio door.
On Wednesday there were four.
They grow up so fast! When I looked at them yesterday, maybe three weeks after they hatched, only two babies were left in the nest. One of them flew away. The other looked up at me with black eyes shiny as seed beads, a few downy baby feathers poking through his grown-up flying feathers. What do you want to bet he's the chick from the egg that hatched that Wednesday three weeks ago?
As Mama Bird sat on the nest Daddy would bring food for her. I watched them for a week or two. When I peeked in one day there were four perfect speckled eggs that looked exactly like Cadbury Mini Eggs. One day I thought I'd take a picture and blog about it, but the next time I looked there were three little chicks nestled around one unhatched egg. That was a Tuesday three weeks ago.
They couldn't hold up their heads for a more than a few seconds and their spindley little selves just quivered.
Mama nested with them but flew away each time we opened the patio door.
On Wednesday there were four.
They grow up so fast! When I looked at them yesterday, maybe three weeks after they hatched, only two babies were left in the nest. One of them flew away. The other looked up at me with black eyes shiny as seed beads, a few downy baby feathers poking through his grown-up flying feathers. What do you want to bet he's the chick from the egg that hatched that Wednesday three weeks ago?
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
happy valentine's day
The valentine I created for Jack. He didn't like his face in there so I reverted to the lego minifig face for the ones we printed to give to his classmates. But I like this one. He thinks it's scary.
Friday, February 09, 2007
peas porridge in the pot, nine days old
Aaron James is now nine days old, but here are a few pictures from his first few hours on earth.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
let it snow x3
It snowed tonight in Tucson! We haven't had snow during the seven years we've lived here, and certainly not during Jack's lifetime (Cassie's, either). Some highlights:
No sense covering the plants tonight.
He had something of a tantrum because he couldn't catch snowflakes on his tongue.
Come to mama! Cassie uses The Force to pull a fluffy clump into her mouth. You should have seen her tearing up and down the yard, snapping her jaws in the air, trying to catch this wondrous white stuff drifting out of the sky.
Gathering.
The snow man. Before they put the head on, it reminded me of the Devil's Butte mashed potato sculpture in Close Encounters.
No sense covering the plants tonight.
He had something of a tantrum because he couldn't catch snowflakes on his tongue.
Come to mama! Cassie uses The Force to pull a fluffy clump into her mouth. You should have seen her tearing up and down the yard, snapping her jaws in the air, trying to catch this wondrous white stuff drifting out of the sky.
Gathering.
The snow man. Before they put the head on, it reminded me of the Devil's Butte mashed potato sculpture in Close Encounters.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Martha Luten King, Jr. Day
a photomontage from the last couple of weeks to celebrate a day off of work in honor of MLK, Jr., whom Evan calls Martha Luten King, Jr.
Jack cuddling Kismet and Moxie on a cold winter vacation morning.
Jack's portrait of Cassie on the same morning.
Dave supervising the destruction of the pirate island from the I Dig Treasure playset, purchased at the Kid's Center inventory clearance on January 5 with Jack's Christmas money from Aunt Mona. Originally priced at $26, it's just a giant sand conglomerate hiding some pirate coins, a few flimsy treasure chests, some rubber creepy-crawlies, and a skull. But the boys sure got $13 of delight out of it. Well worth the clearance price!
January 4, 2007. Jack and Evan freezing at the northwest corner of the house so I could snap this picture of them with that gorgeous rainbow in the background. They went right back inside to continue Playmobiling. I admired the view a moment longer, then skedaddled back into the warmth too.
Jack cuddling Kismet and Moxie on a cold winter vacation morning.
Jack's portrait of Cassie on the same morning.
Dave supervising the destruction of the pirate island from the I Dig Treasure playset, purchased at the Kid's Center inventory clearance on January 5 with Jack's Christmas money from Aunt Mona. Originally priced at $26, it's just a giant sand conglomerate hiding some pirate coins, a few flimsy treasure chests, some rubber creepy-crawlies, and a skull. But the boys sure got $13 of delight out of it. Well worth the clearance price!
January 4, 2007. Jack and Evan freezing at the northwest corner of the house so I could snap this picture of them with that gorgeous rainbow in the background. They went right back inside to continue Playmobiling. I admired the view a moment longer, then skedaddled back into the warmth too.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
New Year's Day through Jack's Eyes
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
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