Wreath making...sort of...

Okay, so I cheated this year and instead of using the leftover greens from our tree to make a wreath, I bought one. Becky still made hers using our greens though. I just didn't know if I'd have time to do my own. I did decorate it myself though, all except for the gold bow at the top.

I think that it turned out pretty well.

Here's the pictures from our wreath making/decorating extravaganza.

A bear-y scary Santa.

A conversation that I had with Maria, before bed one night.

Maria: Mommy I want to talk to you about Ho-Ho.

Me: Yes Maria, what do you want to say about Santa Claus?

Maria: Mommy, Santa Claus doesn't claws people... Mommies and Daddies don't let Santa Claus claws childs. Mommies and Daddies protect childs from Santa Clauses clawses.


This is what I get for reading Every Autumn Comes the Bear to Maria... in it the bear claws a tree. Now how do I explain homophones to her?

Stuff I should have posted weeks ago....

Mostly just pics of the girls doing kid things.... I'll try to get a real post up sometime today, but we've got laundry and preschool to do. And a few super-secret Christmas presents we're working on, so the blog is low on my list of things to do.

Little Helpers

Foreshadowing?

Dancing Girl.

A mouse? No, just Amelia.

Everyday Chaos.

Amelia the narcissistic mountaineer. (She's looking at a pic of herself.)

I wish it were this easy. Amelia loves imitating her big sister. Now if we could just get Maria back on track with potty training maybe Amelia will be trained early.... if only. Sigh.

Maria's wedding. Some of you have heard the story so here's the pic. That's Sam the Lamb. This was their first wedding. They will be married for two years. :) How's that for a pre-nup?

So there you have it all the things I should have posted over the last 2 months. Each picture has a funny story to go with it and I'm afraid the captions aren't adequate to tell it. But it'll have to do for now. There's a mound of laundry with my name on it, and a little girl on my lap who's a week behind in her 'schooling.'

Foreshadowing....

...what may come if America adopts Nationalized Healthcare.

Story here.

A little scary, but maybe it would help with our immigration problems too? Of course, most refugees aren't overweight... until they get here and eat our food for a long enough time.

Unhelpful.

So I've been doing this preschool program with Maria. The program centers around reading good picture books that relate to the weekly theme. So we've been using the library a lot recently.

At the suggestion of some good friends, I finally figured out how to make book requests online so I won't have to spent time trying to find everything by myself. It usually took me an hour or so and wasn't very fun for Amelia, who tended to get grumpy and eat any books within range. (She's an avid book-eater... but that's another post.)

Anyhow, I spent time to today making requests for books and CDs for the next three weeks worth of "school." Then I decided to check my account to make sure that everything had gone through. The account summary said that I was past my overdue limit. So I looked at the more detailed pages. I had renewed some books at the beginning of the month and one of them hadn't renewed for some reason. I tried to renew it, as it still had a renewal left but it told me that someone had a request out for it. Ah-ha!

Worried that this would effect my requests, I called the library and explained the situation. I told her that when I had renewed the books, online, it hadn't told me that the book had any requests out, and I had thought that it was renewed. After a few other suggestions, she said, "Maybe it did say it, and you just ignored it."

Um...yeah. I don't think I'll be calling to ask for anymore help with the online system. Next time I'll ask in person, so maybe she'll be less inclined towards such rude comments. Or at least I'll be able to get her name and report her.

Halloween.

When given the choice between a princess dress and a doctor costume, this is what Maria chose. We have high hopes for her.

These first pictures are from the local Halloween Parade.

Since it was raining, as in torrential downpours, the parade was held in the school gym.

When the entertainment failed to show up they had the kids do a "freeze-dance," which Maria throughly enjoyed.



This next batch of pics is from Halloween night.

This doesn't really do the costume justice, but when she was in a crawling position, Amelia really looked like an overgrown skunk. It was very funny.

Since the costume was size 6-9 months, Amelia could barely move. But she was very determined to try and spent a few minutes waddling around the house.

Our first stop.

Back in the car, after a successful hunt.

Last stop, Aunt Becky's house

Here's our, uh, I mean the girls' take for the evening. Not bad for going to only 5 houses.

Pumpkins...

...as big as your kid.

A little overdue here are some pics from our pumpkin pickin' trip to Merrymead Farm. Next year maybe we'll plan better and do the hayride or the cornstalk maze. But for this year the pumpkin coral will have to do.




Oh, and we got some gourds too.

All she needed was an audience....

Amelia took her first step a month or so ago. But she hadn't done much since then. She was quite happy to cruise around furniture and occasionally let go to walk a few steps, before dropping down and crawling wherever she wanted to go. That walking stuff was just too much trouble.

Until last weekend, when everyone came for her birthday. On Friday night, with my parents and I watching Amelia walked a few steps from one person to another. When she completed this feet, everyone clapped and cheered for her. And since then I can't get her to stop walking.

She walks all around the living room stopping and squatting to pick up toys before moving on again. She walks around the dinning room scavenging for food that she dropped at breakfast and that I may have missed when sweeping. She evens tries walking on the bed... something that she is quickly realizing Mommy and Daddy won't clap for.

So things have gotten a lot more interesting around here... because now the baby is gone and I have two toddlers.

Here's some pics of the newest toddler on the block:

Amelia's one!

Here's some pictures from Amelia's B-day dinner on Saturday. Her birthday was actually on Friday, but we celebrated on Saturday so that my parents could be here with us. As per tradition, Amelia got the first piece of cake, her first ever, and she greatly enjoyed it.

I think that Maria had nearly as much fun as Amelia did opening the gifts, though she was a little too aggressive in her "helping" and tried to open the presents before Amelia had a chance to do it.

All in all a fun time with family and friends.

Why is everyone staring at me and singing? Don't they know that cake is on fire?

Hey, they made a mistake and gave me a piece... I'd better grab it quick before they catch on.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....hey, wait is that a carrot in my cake?

Oh, they're still lookin'... I'd better be cute!

Hhmmmmm? What is this?

Oh, yeah! A bag full of crinkly paper!

Hey, I was looking at that! Oh, wait there's another down there.

Yummy!

Nearly Trained...

It's been potty training central around here for the last few weeks. Maria is finally starting to ask to go to the potty, and has been doing a fair job of keeping her special big-girl pants dry. All this potty related effort has caused several interesting situations.

The first incident happened the other day at lunch. Maria decided that she wanted to talk about her Elmo potty video.

Her is her version of the plot:

There was this little boy and he went up the stairs and he hadda go to da potty. And he went.

Then Elmo was in the bathroom and his daddy knocked on the door and asked if he needed help and he said no.

Baby bear and... and, uh, um... the other... Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear were there and Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear was hiding under the table. And Gina asked if she hadda go to the potty, and go woo-woo, and she said Yes! and Gina said come into my office, I have a special potty. Gina was an Officer. And Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear went.


Ya gotta love potty stories while you're eating.

The other funny situation happened at Wal-mart. Maria was wearing her big-girl pants, so I reminded her to tell me when she felt like she had to go to the potty. So we're in the craft section at the back of the store and Maria stands up in the cart and announces, "Mommy, I feel something coming out of my bum!" At which point, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or sink into the floor from embarrassment. I chose to tell her, "Squeeze your legs together!" and started running towards the front of the store, where I thought the nearest restroom was. Fortunately for us, there was one near the back, which I almost ran past in my haste to save Maria's big-girl pants and the contents of my cart from whatever was 'coming out' of her bum.

Thankfully, we made it in time. The actual potty experience was pretty fun in itself, as I had to wrangle with Amelia, whom I refused to put down on the Wal-mart bathroom floor. So I had her in my arms, struggling to get down, while helping Maria get onto and stay on the toilet seat, wipe, flush, pull up pants and wash hands. Oh, and did I mention that even though Maria made it to the potty, she got her shirt wet as it hung a little low while she was going. Luckily, I was purchasing some shirts for her, so all I had to do was open the bathroom door, get the pack of shirts from the cart, open it and get a shirt out, all with one hand, while the Indian lady across the way stared at me like I was a freak or perhaps a very poor thief.

Yep, fun indeed. Especially when, about 15 minutes later, just after Amelia started having a meltdown, and I was ready to leave, Maria announces, "I need to go somewhere" while tugging at her pants. So back to the bathroom we went. Thankfully, the Indian lady was gone this time.

Eventually, we made it out of the Wal-mart, with big-girl pants intact. But it was a pretty exhausting trip.

Now that Maria learned to tell us when she has to go, I think we'll start working on the wording she should use for her request. And maybe tomorrow we'll pop the Elmo Potty video back in and find out Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear's real name.

Quote of the Day.

At the dinner table:

Maria: Mommy, I am on the pot!

Luckily, I had Becky around to interpret...

Maria meant that she could see herself on the saucepot in front of her. She preceded to make funny faces at her reflection.

Can you guess what I thought she meant? Yep, too much potty talk around here lately.

Cute Kid Pictures.

Hahahahahaha. Complain about my not updating the blog, and you just might end up on it. :)

A new pro-life search engine.

A while back an alert reader left me a comment telling me about a newly created search engine that benefits pro-life groups. It's sponsored by Crossroads, a group which has college students volunteer to walk across the US to pray and promote a culture of life.

The new search engine can be found here. They promise to donate 100% of the funds generated to pro-life causes.

Pro-Life Search Update: Still No Refund.

The title kinda says it all. It's been far longer than a week, and somewhat longer than 21 days, and I still haven't received the promised refund. I plan to try contacting Dr. Rice once more, though I don't expect much. If Joe and Jack were truly sorry about what happened with the books they would have offered the refund a long time ago without having to be prodded to do so. And then they would have followed through and actually refunded the money once they offered it.

It's a really a very sad situation.

I think that we should pray for the two men, as I have been reassured by several people that they are "good men," so something must have gone terribly wrong to cause them to act in such a manner.

Attention Liturgy Coordinators:

Dean Abbott had a great post awhile back discussing why our worship services need to be more than happy, feel-good affairs. Go here for the original post and here for the update and clarification.

I have to agree that in order to communicate seriousness, we need to act in a serious manner. Reverence for God and respect for His laws are serious affairs. Fear of the Lord is a good thing. And our liturgy ought to inspire us and others to take God and His laws seriously. I don't think that we can do that when every week we have watered down praise songs instead of theologically dense hymns.

We shouldn't be going to church primarily to be entertained or experience an emotional uplift. These are great things. God doesn't want us to be sour-pusses. But we need seek the greater goods of reverence and fear of the Lord (meaning proper respect, awe and acknowledgment of our lowliness in comparison). Maybe if we do this, we will begin to draw others into a serious practice of the faith, and by such conversions put an end to the immorality that reigns today, most especially abortion.

Back from the Beach...

We have returned from one last vacation before the summer ends. (Yeah, I know it's after Labor Day, but summer doesn't officially end til the 23rd.)

We had a fun time at the beach, lots of sun and sand, some fun fishing and just one day of rain. Here's some pictures for your viewing pleasure.

This was Amelia's first time at the beach, and her first encounter with sand. She loved it... maybe a little too much as she kept eating it.

This was the second trip to the beach for Maria, and she's a sand expert. She spent loads of time digging and making castles in the sand.

Maria enjoyed the waves... until one knocked her over, then she was much more cautious and would run away from the waves.

Amelia liked the water, and laughed at the waves. But it was a little cold so she could only "swim" for short amounts of time before wanting to head back to the towels.

We rented a pontoon boat to go fishing in the bay.

The first catch of the night, a sea bass. Too small to keep though, so he had to go back in.

Pop surprised everyone with this catch, a sand shark. Little did we know that this would be the first of many sharks caught that night.

Amelia mostly enjoyed the night, though she did get a little tired of "hanging" around in the carrier, and being passed from person to person when we switched who was fishing and who was watching.

Here's Captain Victor with the only keepable thing that was caught (way to go Jim), a kingfish. They filleted it for us and we ate it that night. It was pretty good, even if there wasn't that much of it.

The funniest catch of the night goes to David, who "caught" this clam which had latched onto his sinker.