Monday, March 8, 2010

A dull girl


Too many parties makes Roze a dull girl.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Too many boys

Poor Melanie and I are outnumbered.
I think she's starting to notice it.

Daniel thinks: Sorry Melanie, but Mommy is all MINE.

She doesn't seem to be able to keep her brothers' names straight.

"Matthew, I mean, Nathan, can I...?"
Nathan thinks: Leave me alone. Can't she see I'm BUSY?

"DanMatthew I had that bucket!!" (Followed by tears and loud wailing.)

Matthew thinks: Made her screech AGAIN. Ten more points for me!


Yup, life is great if you're a boy.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Jealousy

Oh, Matthew what a nice car you have.

Is it for me?
Oh, I missed it, I guess it wasn't for me.

Oh, Matthew, that is SUCH a nice car.

Mommy! I want it!

I guess I have to either feed him more often so he grows faster (can he grow any faster!?!) or else steal Matthew's toys for him until he's big enough to do that himself.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Art

Spent an hour at the dollar store on Saturday.
Cheap stuff isn't so cheap 70 dollars later.
Yikes! I may actually learn to like shopping.
(That was a LOT of impulse buying!)
Three of the items were coloring books, and you can view some results.
That's worth 3 bucks, I say.

Matthew's, Melanie's and Nathan's work.
I love seeing the difference in skill and style.

Mutiny

Aboard our ship, there often is a mutinous air.

The captain-ess, despite her best efforts at seeking obedience through
friendship,
mentoring,
discipline,
guiding,
leading, and
severe punishment
there seem to be many times where the crew members all join together in an effort to thwart her. The captain, at times like this, ought to consider sending the ringleader(s) onto the plank.

Song of love

There are times when I faintly hear
The inklings of a song
Somewhere in my heart.
I know that it is a mingle of things that I know well
and things I only imagine.


Giggles, smiles, silliness

Toothless baby-ness, soft skin, murmurs,

Planning, dreaming, hoping,

Cuddles, cuteness, and full tummies.

And the rest of the song is hard to understand.
But I can imagine a bit of the rest
to be very beautiful indeed.

Friday, February 26, 2010

New hope with regrowth

It takes me a while to get used to hair cuts. Even Phil, who gets his hair done "professionally", looks awful to me when he gets home. For about a week. And then I'm used to it. If it's not too short. So, with a bit of regrowth and a bit of time, the kids shall all look cute again. We can hope.

Before:


After:


After:



Before:


After:


Amazingly enough, Matthew sat the best for me. And Melanie was the worst. I was lucky to get a snip in when she wasn't wiggling. Once she's old enough to care what it looks like, she'll be old enough to sit better. And maybe by then my hairdressing abilities will have grown dramatically.

I don't think they improved any. I kinda like the longer shaggier look. But I'm not the only one in the world, I'm told.

Maybe in a week they'll look cute to me again.
Maybe in a week I'll be able to love them again.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

o so sleepy

With all the work I put the kids to yesterday,

babysitting

shoveling

and playing,
you'd think they'd sleep in?
Of course not.