I am still sorting through the hundreds of pictures from our trip to Disneyland, but I wanted to post a little clip of Zach dancing to his favorite pal, Handy Manny. When I have some pictures narrowed down, I will post them. Stay Tuned.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Help, Manny?
Lately Zach likes to "call" Handy Manny. He will hold out one hand and with the other, pretend he is pressing phone buttons.
Yesterday Zach was on time out for hitting his sister in the head. While sitting in the corner, I quietly hear him talking. He was pressing pretend buttons on his hand. Puts one hand up to his ear and says in a sad voice... "Hi Manny? ... Baby Head, .. Ya... Bye"
Silly Kid. I wonder what Manny's response was.
Yesterday Zach was on time out for hitting his sister in the head. While sitting in the corner, I quietly hear him talking. He was pressing pretend buttons on his hand. Puts one hand up to his ear and says in a sad voice... "Hi Manny? ... Baby Head, .. Ya... Bye"
Silly Kid. I wonder what Manny's response was.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Pack rat Anonymous
Today I spent the day cleaning out Hannah's room. I am surrounded by boxes as I type, trying to finish it up. Before I got pregnant with Hannah, we made this room an office/guest room. It was also the catch all room for anything I/we didn't want to deal with at the moment. We planned to keep the kids in the same room once Hannah was born. Once she was here, and we decided it was time for her to move from the bassinet in our room, to the crib, I decided I wanted them to sleep in separate rooms. So we put the crib in the office. All she did in there was sleep, then she came out and the door got closed. She played with Zach in his room. All her clothes are in Zach's closet since "the office" has no closet. It is a tiny room.
A couple months ago we sold the huge desk. When we did, everything got crammed into boxes and stacked around the room. It also became the dumping ground for bags of grown out baby clothes, large baby items when not in use, toys that were annoying us, or anything that didn't have an immediate spot. It was not pretty.
On to my "Pack rat Anonymous" point.
I keep everything. I have finally decided that there are some things I need to purge. Cleaning out the garage last month really got me going. It is ridiculous how much I have. A lot I can't bring myself to get rid of yet, but I am starting. I have every paper from every day Zach has been in childcare since he was 14 months old. You know how they give you the reports with what they eat, when they sleep, how their day was, etc. Well I have them ALL. In binders. Organized by date. And now with Hannah in daycare I get 2 a day. AND Zach has been in preschool for a year and a half.
You should see my kitchen table by the end of the week.
So I have artwork from school and from daycare and now Hannah is starting to do art at daycare also. I had to start looking at things and deciding what I really need to hang on to. I don't NEED to keep every paper he ever colored on. But I do. I evaluated the quality of the work and started recycling some. I still have way too much, but in a year or so I will probably go through everything and purge some more.
Right now I have stuff organized in binders with sheet protectors and bigger stuff in a plastic storage drawer thing. Whenever I go through them, I see pieces and think "I should totally pull that out and put it up at Xmas/Halloween/spring time" .. But I don't. I like to think someday I will.
It takes so much time to save and organize this stuff, but there is something comforting in knowing that I can look back and know exactly what Zach ate on September 8, 2005. Or how his mood was on January 17, 2006. Or what his sleep patterns were in month 21.
It is a sickness I know, but I am working on it.
Baby Steps.
A couple months ago we sold the huge desk. When we did, everything got crammed into boxes and stacked around the room. It also became the dumping ground for bags of grown out baby clothes, large baby items when not in use, toys that were annoying us, or anything that didn't have an immediate spot. It was not pretty.
On to my "Pack rat Anonymous" point.
I keep everything. I have finally decided that there are some things I need to purge. Cleaning out the garage last month really got me going. It is ridiculous how much I have. A lot I can't bring myself to get rid of yet, but I am starting. I have every paper from every day Zach has been in childcare since he was 14 months old. You know how they give you the reports with what they eat, when they sleep, how their day was, etc. Well I have them ALL. In binders. Organized by date. And now with Hannah in daycare I get 2 a day. AND Zach has been in preschool for a year and a half.
You should see my kitchen table by the end of the week.
So I have artwork from school and from daycare and now Hannah is starting to do art at daycare also. I had to start looking at things and deciding what I really need to hang on to. I don't NEED to keep every paper he ever colored on. But I do. I evaluated the quality of the work and started recycling some. I still have way too much, but in a year or so I will probably go through everything and purge some more.
Right now I have stuff organized in binders with sheet protectors and bigger stuff in a plastic storage drawer thing. Whenever I go through them, I see pieces and think "I should totally pull that out and put it up at Xmas/Halloween/spring time" .. But I don't. I like to think someday I will.
It takes so much time to save and organize this stuff, but there is something comforting in knowing that I can look back and know exactly what Zach ate on September 8, 2005. Or how his mood was on January 17, 2006. Or what his sleep patterns were in month 21.
It is a sickness I know, but I am working on it.
Baby Steps.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Cutest Player Of The Year
Yesterday we had the end of year party and awards for Zach's soccer team. Zach got "cutest player of the year" award.
Of course he did!
Here is a picture of Zach receiving his award:
Here he is running back to his seat:
After Zach's award, he watched patiently while his teammates got their awards. Clapping and cheering them on. One of the older players was standing near him after he got his award and Zach walked up to him and put his hand out to shake his hand and said "Good Job!".
That kid melts my heart
Of course he did!
Here is a picture of Zach receiving his award:
Here he is running back to his seat:
After Zach's award, he watched patiently while his teammates got their awards. Clapping and cheering them on. One of the older players was standing near him after he got his award and Zach walked up to him and put his hand out to shake his hand and said "Good Job!".
That kid melts my heart
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Happy Halloween!!
The kids were not very cooperative when it came to taking pictures, but ... here goes...
My little monkey:
My beautiful ballerina:
The kids did great trick or treating. Hannah was such a trooper chasing after her big brother.
Who knew a bee and a monkey could be such good friends:
My little monkey:
My beautiful ballerina:
The kids did great trick or treating. Hannah was such a trooper chasing after her big brother.
Who knew a bee and a monkey could be such good friends:
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
It's that time of year....
Zach had a lot of fun pulling all the goop out this year. You will notice that Hannah is in none of these pictures, that is because we did this while she was napping. Bad mom I know, I just didn't want to chase 4 sticky, stringy hands around my house. 2 was enough.
Every year when we do this, we ask ourselves "Why?". Why do we torture ourselves with this process. Who decided this was a good idea? Why can't we carve like a large squash or something. Something not so damn stringy. And I guess I didn't realize how acidic it is because it made my cuticals burn like mad.
Anyway, in the end, they always look great and that makes it all worth it.
The final product.... in the light:
And in the dark:
Every year when we do this, we ask ourselves "Why?". Why do we torture ourselves with this process. Who decided this was a good idea? Why can't we carve like a large squash or something. Something not so damn stringy. And I guess I didn't realize how acidic it is because it made my cuticals burn like mad.
Anyway, in the end, they always look great and that makes it all worth it.
The final product.... in the light:
And in the dark:
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Think, Think, Think....
At some point in my recent past, childrens songs have taken the place of normal thoughts. Why is it that when someone says a simple word or phrase, does a song pop in my head that just won't leave.
Earlier today, someone in my office said "Think" (I believe talking to themselves, but whatever, that isn't the point)... Now for the last 30+ minutes, all I can hear in my head is "Now's the time to think, think, think. If you have a problem think, think think.......".
In a staff meeting the other day, someone said "Brainstorm". The rest of the day it was "There's no bad idea, when your brainstorming"
The good thing about it, is that it makes me think of my kids. The bad part is, I officially know that kids songs and shows have taken over my life.
Please tell me I am not the only one............
Earlier today, someone in my office said "Think" (I believe talking to themselves, but whatever, that isn't the point)... Now for the last 30+ minutes, all I can hear in my head is "Now's the time to think, think, think. If you have a problem think, think think.......".
In a staff meeting the other day, someone said "Brainstorm". The rest of the day it was "There's no bad idea, when your brainstorming"
The good thing about it, is that it makes me think of my kids. The bad part is, I officially know that kids songs and shows have taken over my life.
Please tell me I am not the only one............
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