August 22, 2010

  • All I can say is that the kids have really been slacking on the making of cute faces and the saying of cute things.  I've been telling them, "listen here you summer time slackers, the public is looking for blog updates, I can't hold them back much longer...."

    Hm....  I guess I could wait another week.  Kenn's due to fall off his bike - if nothing else they'll be cast photos and road rash.  hehehe (sorry, husband, but I did ask if you had any stories....)

    I'll do my best with the photos I've got:

     

    corn

    This was the extent of our corn crop.  One ear and two little babies.  Shaeleigh's face about sums it up.  All that work for this????

    I hear Kenn now, "What work?  You plant things and then you don't water them!"

     

    farmers

    But we do Kenn, we do!  I think it was the faces of the farmers that shrunk up all the corn.

     

    cacti

    In other gardening news....  When we went to get seeds back in May, Chance picked out cactus seeds.  Cactus.  If you've ever had a cactus you know how slowly they grow.  They're kind of like soap operas - you can skip watching them for a year, come back and find that you haven't really missed anything.  But, if you look closely, you can spot the two cacti we've been growing for several months now.  Yup, they are really coming along.

     

    hanna and justin

    Okay, so when you send your kid to camp that groups the kids from 6-12 you enter some new territory.  We've had to reinforce the fact that "butt, stupid, and shut-up" are not words that we use.  As a result, Shaeleigh comes home and says, "Ferdi said the 'S' word twice!"  I guess I had an odd look on my face so she added, "the one with 'up' in it."  Oh.  Phew.  I mean, "Well, I'm sure Ferdi's mom would not like to know that he talks like that...."

    Ferdi has a big sister, Brandy.  She's a good kid but her musical tastes are much to be desired.  Shaeleigh and Chance come running in the kitchen (see above photo) and Chance, all huffing and puffing says, "Shaeleigh is Hanna Montana and I'm Justin Beiber!"  Wow, that's....  yeah, that's....  yeah...

     

    aqua boy

    Aqua Boy.  I found this thing in a thrift store a year or so ago.  Shaeleigh pulled it out of my closet the other day and Chance fell in love.  You can clip different face pieces on the mask and then clip it to a battery pack and the different mouths each change your voice in a different way.  Plus you can turn the volume up really really loud.  Sure, what's not to love?  Well, I can tell you a few things.  Especially the things not to love at 5:30 in the morning when the world's loudest Minnie Mouse voice is screaming ABCD.....  in your earball."

     

    aqua boy2

    "Chance, please turn down the volume."

    "But Mom, I'm just diving in the ocean to save the mermaids."

    "Oh, well, in that case....."

     

    spiderman and

    And when he's not busy diving in the ocean, Aqua Boy saves the folks on land dressed as his alter-ego:  The Great Winged Spiderman with the Skeleton Gloves."

     

    weather

    At first glance you might think this is just another nice garden photo.  But nooooooooooooooooo, that umbrella seems a bit askew no?  So we were outside playing in the kiddie pool when a storm blew up suddenly.  We ran inside and were all staring out of the window watching some pretty amazing wind when suddenly the umbrella flew up out of the center of the picnic table straight up into the air and then back down.  All four of us said, "WHOA"  We didn't catch on right away (distracted by the flying marigold pots I suppose) but when the umbrella came back down it smashed the glass table into smithereens. 

    There has been some weird weather this summer indeed!

    And so there - the blog is updated, such as it is.  One more week until school starts.  Shaeleigh heads off to First Grade.  Chancie Pants moves up the Giraffe class.  Everyone growing up so fast!!!

     

    Babcia

    Helen "The Babcia" Guzowski

    November 15, 1908 - July 29,  2010

    I suspect as you walked through those pearly gates, you glanced over at St. Peter and shouted, "I think you need a haircut."

    We miss you.