I see these things from Japan and I can’t help but thinking that this would have been something Greg would have found and sent me, or at least bought if he could have found it… At least they’re cheerful.
Two short snippets here today: First, a few days ago we were at the dinner table and Kim was quizzing the kids on who was on what currency. So, she asks Ellen “If Jefferson is on the front of the Nickel, what is on the back?” Katie pipes up with “Tails!” Couldn’t call her wrong,…
Another year, another batch of pumpkins. Topping the previous years has gotten difficult, and frankly, tiring. Nonetheless, here are this years entries: Katie did a lovely little owl. One of the nice things about them growing up is that they can do much more of these on their own. Katie did about 80% of the…
Last night we had Ellen alone, as Katie had a PJ party at a friend’s (10 or so 6 and 7 year olds for 5 hours…um…no thanks!), so we decided to watch “Raiders of the Lost Ark.” As this is clearly a movie that would scare the bejesus out of Katie, we needed a night…
Katie has a weekly assignment to write either a journal or a story or poetry over the weekends for class. For this weekend, this is what she came up with (and she drew a picture to illustrate it): Lilly, Lilly ballerina. Lilly lilly on the wall. balance standup very tall. skips and twirls across the…
Today, the family bid adieu to our beloved hermaphrodite, Joe-Anna. The resident snail of Ellen’s bedroom, and mother/father to fully 16 currently living offspring (which may explain why s/he died…), passed away today at an indeterminate age. The truly interesting part of this story, however was the funeral service that Ellen came up with and…
God help me, but apparently Ellen has now begun quoting the peasants from Monty Python and the Holy Grail when being forced to do things she doesn’t want to do. Lines such as: “Help! Help! I’m being repressed!” and “Come see the violence inherent in the system!” regularly pop forth from her mouth if she…
Just got back from a nice 5 days visiting with my buddy David down in an area sort of mid-way between us called “Chesapeake Beach” Maryland. A small town, with a decent resort in it, the Chesapeake Beach Resort and Spa (clever name, huh?) Rooms were nice, although the A/C sucked (don’t they always at…
Looking out the window today, I was suprised to see my eldest daughter marching back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the house with a sign (and an apron, but whatever–it’s Ellen, so I just accept it.) After trying to decide what we had done to deserve protest, imagining signs such as “Ellen…
My mother in law has made my kids’ costumes for the past several years. Each year, Katie goes as someone (or something) recognizable. Dog. Cow. Ghost. Whatever. Each year Ellen goes as something (or someone) that no one would ever recognize. Dumbledore. The Solar System. Pearl, from Finding Nemo. Lyra, from The Golden Compass. This…