Tell your posse to get a car

You know that really annoying commercial with the catchy tune?  For Free Credit Report "Dot Com"?  I can't stand his whining about how, while riding with him in his "used subcompact" car his "posse" is getting laughed at.... Why can't someone else in his posse get a car?  Did they all fail to call for a free credit report and wind up with stolen identities?  Apparently they can't get cars themselves.  Shouldn't these losers be grateful to have a friend who has a car, even if it is a "used subcompact"?  Maybe they should take a look at their lives and decide whether it's worth it to whine about the vinyl sticking to the backs of their legs and the derisive laughter of the women they'd like to date.  Sounds to me as though they have bigger problems...

Goofy pictures

Mateo is a nut
Atticus is a nut
Karis thinks they're both nuts

Not Christmas in June

The other day Mateo decided it had been way too long since anyone had presents in this house.  See what he did?  He wrapped presents for everyone (Ed & I got Crackerjack; Atticus and Karis got toys that already belonged to them, but they liked them anyhow).  You can't really see it, but that is a Christmas tree he has taped to the window.  He taped it on with old address labels because I have been refusing to buy tape for them any more.  They are tape maniacs.  I'm not paying for it any more, so they're stuck with old address labels.

Promotion Night

My baby boy is in second grade!  They had a promotion ceremony at school (ties were optional).  Atticus will be starting kindergarten in the fall and Mateo will be in second grade.  

Never leave the hose unattended

My sweet boys (ha ha) asked if they could go outside and play in the mud.  "Just stick our toes in and wiggle them, Mom".  So I said OK.  This was my mistake.  Not 3 minutes later I start hearing thuds... They had decided to mud-bomb the side of the house... the barbecue... their bikes... the A/C unit... everything!  Atticus had mud down his shirt and all over his head.  I was so mad!  I told them not to get too dirty because I didn't have time to clean it all up.  We're in the middle of packing boxes to move and I don't even have time to do the regular chores, much less clean up muddy kids, muddy floors, muddy house, etc.  I wish I'd taken pictures.  It was horrid.  At least Karis played quietly by herself while I hosed them down and then took them in and forced them to actually wash in the shower instead of spending 45 minutes pretending to sink the Titanic only to get out and declare that they've "forgotten" to wash.....

Home on the range

Home, home on the range.... where the deer and the canteloupe play....

(Sung by Mateo this morning)

Cuddle Buddies

Atticus loves tiny "cuddle buddies" (stuffed animals).  The smaller the better.  The other day he took two cotton balls to bed and cuddled them all night because they were so cute.

Why does this work?

If one of the boys is pitching a fit, and then the other boy starts to pitch a fit, I tell him, "You can't have a fit.  We can only have one boy at a time being naughty.  You need to wait until he is done to have your tantrum."  Oddly, this works.  Usually the second tantrum never happens, but a few times the second boy has actually waited for his brother to finish having a fit and then started in on his own.  Go figure.

A Superfluous Picture Post

I just like this picture.  Mateo says she looks like a ballerina.  It's so interesting how little baby arms are only long enough to reach the top of their heads.  Can you imagine what life would be like if it stayed that way?  For one thing, I wouldn't be able to reach the keyboard to type this blog.

Annoyed

I'm not doing a great job of creating this blog.  I've posted four times and now the newest pictures are closer to the bottom of the blog.  Perhaps if I only blogged once in a day this would not happen.  It has to improve with time, as I grow lazier, right?

Compare and Contrast

Here are my three kids as newborns.  For some strange reason I continually compare their photos, trying to see who looks like who.  Trying to fit the pieces of my world together.  Trying to see myself in them.  Trying not to see myself in them.  When I have some time I'm going to goof around in photoshop and see if I can create Karis by combining Mateo's top-of-the-head with Atticus' nose and lips.  I think it will work.

Three Turkeys

These are my three turkeys:  Atticus, Karis and Mateo.  They all have their silly faces on in this picture.  Our family has a poultry theme.  So calling them turkeys is appropriate.  

9 weeks old

Karis is 9 weeks old now.  We take pictures every Sunday when she wears her fancy clothes.  Well, OK.... we take pictures every time we change her clothes.  I better go pick out something new for her to wear.  She's had the same outfit on all day today.

Testing. Just testing.

I have never blogged before.  Typing these words will affirm my ability to do so.