Quadfecta

excavator + water + rocks + a buddy to share it with

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away

C3PO is the only character Owen refuses to correctly identify. (It is O and not 0, right?  I know details like that are crucial in the Star Wars Nerd Nation.)

Owen refers to him as 2PS.  I figure he's thinking,  Hey, if we're just stringing random letters and numbers together here I might as well pick ones that are easy to say.  

Owen took this all by himself.

All's fair

Just when the young warrior thought his campaign of sneak attacks and food tampering had swung the tide of war in his favor, the clever cat went guerrilla on him.

She peed in his beloved suitcase.




August 2009

Cool

Image via BananaRepublic.com

I saw this visor beanie at an after-Christmas sale, thought it fit my sartorial style (whatever that is), bought it and have proceeded to make it my little snowy weather friend this winter.  I have worn it dozens and dozens of times, each time feeling almost as cool as miss model with the fingerless gloves up there.

We woke to more fresh snow today, so when Owen and I were heading out for the morning I naturally grabbed my cable knit buddy and crammed it down low over my forehead.

"No hat Mommy.  Mommy take hat off!"

"What?  Why?  Don't you think I look cool Owen?  Like one of those Olympic snowboarder girls?"

With almost no inflection, Owen said, "No."  And he turned his back on me and walked to the door.

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Later, when we were coming back home, we got stuck behind a car with modified exhaust.  

"What dat no-eez?"

"That's just a guy who fixed his car so it would be loud and people would notice him.  Do you think he is silly?  Or do you think he is cool?"

"Cool."

"You don't think he is silly?"

"Cool."

So there you have it.  As if I didn't get a clear enough message in high school, my toddler has now verified that I am not even as cool as a guy who most likely spends his weekends in the McDonald's parking lot with his car hood raised. 

Dreamcakes?  Definitely cool.

Last of the snow

I tried something new and bombed. Just click on it to go to Photobucket so you can see the 4th column of pics. Any advice techie friends and family?  Nevermind... guess the 4th column was just feeling shy the first night I posted.

Row 3, column 2: Rabbit tracks

Row 2, column 3 and Row 3, Column 4: Our neighbor Kate

Snowy Sunset

1.5" and Counting!

Owen's love affair with snow continues.

Homemade Valentines

Ohhhh yeah. I'm the overzealous rookie mom who makes homemade Valentines for her kid to hand out. I figure I'll get the compulsion out of my system early while Owen only has 7 classmates and while he can put his name on heartsy stuff and still be able to hold his head high on the playground. Next year it will be mass-produced super hero cards from Target, I promise. But in the meantime, if I may, I would like to point out that the heart in the middle of the card is made by stamping the outside of each of his fists. I could weep it's so cute.

Finally, a creepy lizard to balance out all the pink, drippy sweetness.

Shy Performer

Owen surprised us with seven twenty-sixths of the Alphabet Song at dinner the other night. When I hurried to get it on camera, he began singing "A-B-C-D-AAAAACK!" instead.

Not to be outsmarted by a toddler, I pretended to give up and then filmed him from under the table. You'll have to survive a few random songs, comments and a booger picking, but the pay-off is at the end!