Archive | September, 2013

Avast, Me Hungry Hearties!

19 Sep

Amid short vowel sounds, Aesop’s’ Fables, Henry Hudson’s fateful explorations, and the differences between manatees and dugong’s, the boys found time this morning to celebrate International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

They were schooled in the art of pirate naming by one of their favorite landlubbers (middle name + favorite color + favorite fish, in case you want to develop your own sea-worthy moniker,) captured some furniture with their aluminum foiled solo cups,

Walter Green Sword

used 15-year-old portions of an unfinished crocheted afghan to mask their wayward eyes, and brought to life feathered friends with the help of cardstock, markers, and safety pins.

Harold Blue Tiger Shark

Their treasure map brought them to the not-so-deserted isle of Krispy Kreme, where goods of immeasurable wealth were soon within their grasp.

Pirate Booty

And if they don’t share, they’ll be walking the plank.

Stupid Distance

14 Sep

Today is my sister’s birthday.  According to facebook she’s 85, and since I’ve never had reason to doubt anything else that I’ve read on everyone’s favorite social media site, I don’t know why that wouldn’t be true.  I wrote this post back when Stacy was just an early octogenarian, but it’s exactly how I feel today, too.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Did you ever have one of those days when you really just wanted to whisper something in your sister’s ear that made her smile no matter what else was going on?  And it certainly wouldn’t hurt if you were both wearing matching polyester green outfits.

Or even if you don’t have coordinating clothes, don’t you want a day to hold her safely onto the vinyl ottoman and tell her that you love her?

Yeah, me too.

____________________________________________________________________________________________

Second First

3 Sep

Do you remember this picture?008

Did you notice this in the background?Cele Closeup

Yes, this girl needs to go to school.  And whatever she needs, her brother needs.  Therefore . . . 015

I bring you a second “first day of school” post.  This one involves a classroom more than beanbag’s throw away from their toybox, a teacher who was not present at their birth, and classmates who don’t all share genetic material.024

That’s right, The Twins (formerly known as The Babies) are headed to preschool this fall.

They get to move their name tags from “home” to “school” while we get two mornings of “homeschool” to ourselves.020

The boys have been prepping them for the joys they will have under the tutelage of this delightful woman.023

And while they, and by they I mean Pete, might miss Mamma a little bit, 029

it helps to know that Daddy is just a short walk down the hall.026