My Crazy Kids

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Lily has gotten the idea of having her picture taken. Her grandpa would be proud. She says "Cheese!" when we snap her picture and as you can see we get a very cheesy smile. She then immediately says "See?" because she wants to see the picture I just took on the camera screen. What did we do before digital cameras?? She also makes a monkey sound (ooh ooh aah aah) when we ask her if she's a cheesy monkey. She's so adorable! Isn't she? Or am I a biased mother?

Stinker Noah.

This is a reenactment of Noah doing his pouty face. He usually does this face when he's mad or he doesn't get his way or when he just feels like being pouty. He usually makes sure he does it right in front of me to get a reaction out of me. This morning he did it to me because I wouldn't let him go outside until he had breakfast. This time I just smiled at him with a big cheesy smile. He said, "Oh man, it doesn't work anymore!" and walked away. AHA! Mom wins again!

Moving Day!

I'm tired. So tired. So very, very tired.
Lily must have run up and down the ramp to the moving van 300 times today. She called it the boom-boom. I think because it's noisy to walk on. Thanks Grandma Connie and Aunt Jill for running after Lily all day long.
Thanks, Mr. Rich, for bringing this big guy. It was a huge help.
I love this picture of the kiddos. We're all moved out and into our storage shed. Now we can do this all again in 3 weeks when we get our new house. Woo-Hoo!

Happy Birthday, Emily!

We love you and we miss you!

Saturday, May 26, 2007

What Was I Thinking?????

Why didn't someone stop me? Why? Why? Why? Eight 6 year olds is a lot to have at one party. It all comes back to me being cheap. I don't want to shell out $200 to go to one of those party places where all you do is show up and have fun and everything else is magically taken care of by the birthday fairies. Every year, I say to myself, "I can do my own party for fifty bucks tops" and then halfway through we look at each other and say "why did we do this???!!?"

We had armpit noises, we belched the alphabet, all in all, there was a plethora of energy, if you will. In other words, COMPLETE AND UTTER CHAOS!!! Jackson totally checked out on us and I do not blame him. When we were inside he said, "Mom, if you need anything, I'll be outside." and when we were outside, "Mom, If you need anything, I'll be inside." Poor Lily just walked around looking shell-shocked. I did have one major 'I'm turning into my mother' moments. Noah gets tagged out while we're playing kickball and hides behind the bushes pouting and crying, (Em, you know where this is going...). Apparently he was under the impression that if you're the Birthday Boy, no rules apply. It was very similar incident that occurred 25 years ago involving a girl and a party and a relay race gone bad. So, I march over and in a very ugly frazzled voice say, "Noah, this is your party, you're going to get back over there now, and YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN (I did leave out the da*# it! on the end, though. Love you, mom!) Yes, history is repeating itself.

It was 8 on 1 in basketball with three balls in play. I'm sure you can figure who the "lucky 1" was.

I think we can say a fun time was had by all. We had a few cryers and one nuclear meltdown at the end when it was time to go home, so they must have had fun, especially Noah, and he is SO worth it! Happy Birthday, Noah, we love you. Whew! We were exhausted. I slept really good last night.

Track Day

Tug-O-War is easily the most popular competition every year, and man, do those older kids take it seriously. Jackson (or his bum) is the third one in.

and of course, the impending pile-up at the end! It's always a good sign that they're winning when they're on their backs and not being drug on their bellies!

Lily had the best view in the house.

Jackson doing the frisbee throw. A special thanks to those 2 sixth grade helpers in the outfield. They were the hardest working kids there, poor things.

Jackson running the relay race.

The three legged race is also a favorite. Both of my kids disappointed me this year. They both made it across the finish line without a single fall. No tumbles or tangle ups or dragging went on this year. Oh, well, there's always next year!

Jackson and Joel did great, they had their rhythm figured out.

Kindergarten tug-o-war. You can see the very serious expression on Noah's face. That's the look of pure concentration. Actually, he's probably looking at me, thinking, 'I hope she's getting a picture of this!" I'm not sure what he's doing with his foot. Leverage..yeah, that's it.