Tuesday, April 20, 2010

More Nora, More GROWL

Nora loves animals and babies, and she loves the millions of trucks and tools inherited from her big brother less. I found one of her dolls on the floor with a lego "baby" in its arms. While she attempts to nurture everything, she also growls like an animal, claws, stomps her feet, and displays no physical fear of climbing, falling, or leaping. She is all the riot grrrl I could hope for at the age of 17 months.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Again

I have to talk about creative thinking in class tomorrow. thinking...

Friday, February 12, 2010

There's a Bluebird on my Shoulder

In an effort to be more positive and not completely lose track of Nora's cuteness in the daily blur of coffee, book-bags, runny-noses, Indiana Jones vs. Star Wars couch surfing contests, 30-minute meals, and calendar syncing... Whew I'm going to post a list.

Nora loves to hug Thomas. Nora loves to pet Jack. Nora loves to pet Mona. Nora loves to hug babies. Nora is full of love.

Nora puffs her breath to kiss.

Nora says kitty like keeeeeey? keeeeeey?

Nora says Daddy like Daaaaaaaaaa?

Nora loves to put lotion on her hands and pat her face with it. She then likes to rub her hair.

Nora loves to play with her hair accessories, choose one to put in her hair, tug on my hand until I put it in the right spot, and then admire her beauty in the mirror.

Speaking of admiring herself in the mirror...Nora hates bath-time until she is wrapped in a towel and cuddled. No matter how loud and long she yells through the washing portion of a bath, the moment I take her out and wrap her up and bring her past our bathroom mirror, she smiles and nuzzles under my chin.

Nora loves her shoes. Sometimes she also loves her socks. She loves to sort through them and almost always chooses her prettiest pair to wear. She loves Mary-Jane buckle style, patent leather, and bows.

Nora loves her purses.

Nora loves to swing.

Nora loves other babies.

Nora loves to do EVERYTHING Thomas does.

Nora also wants EVERYTHING Thomas has.

Nora helps me unload the dishwasher, laundry, and unload the dryer.

Nora loves to throw things. Luckily we've acquired enough soft toy balls to prevent too many accidents...

Nora loves music & loves to dance...still.

Nora makes everyone smile and tell us how cute she is.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

One Pot



Chad's students made this hilarious film about the studio coffee maker.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Novelist in the Making

Thomas's pre-school class is working on writing. The teacher gives leading ideas, the students finish them, and the aid does dictation. I do the translation at home.

If you give a mouse a muffin, he will: eat it up.
(He who hesitates around food in our house goes hungry)
If you give a mouse a map, he will: take his muffin some place and buy it.
(When we go shopping, we always need a map)
If you give a mouse some money, he will: try to buy the muffin.
(I just told you the mouse needed to buy the muffin. That's done with money, duh.)
If you give a mouse a mask, he will: want to clean.
(Because in our house, we wear oxygen masks to clean)

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

New Adventures in Stupidity

Okay, so I posted the last post to the wrong blog, after working for days to transfer posts over here. Hoping to keep it straight.
I originally signed on to post my latest morning adventure.

Scene: Tuesday morning before preschool, Mom oversleeps.
Characters: Nora, Thomas, Dad, and Mom & Dog
Era: Preschool

Thomas: "MOMMY I AM HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mom: From a deep sleep. "Snerk, blink blink. When did you wake up?"

Dad: "He woke up with me & I'm late."

Thomas: "I WANT SOME BREAKFAST, NOW."

Nora: "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."

Dad enters with Nora's bottle of milk.

Mom: Getting up, "So, Thomas, how do you ask for breakfast nicely?"

Thomas: "Please, may you get me three bagels to eat this morning?"

Mom: "How about 2 mini bagels with cream cheese & I'll give you a 3rd if you are still hungry."

Thomas: "Okay."

Fast Forward Past Dad Walking the Dog, Taking out the Trash, Me dressing Nora & Myself, Teeth & Hair brushing (not my own, I have a hat this morning & am lucky to find clean pants so as not to embarrass the churchgoing staff at Thomas's preschool) lunch, backpack, into the car, third bagel, etc.

Scene: Re-entering house after dropping Thomas off on a very calm trip to school. It was positive all the way around. There weren't any worries, forgotten projects, or tears. Mom was thrilled, although unbathed and very hungry for her own set of bagels, cereal, or anything not moving. Mom was thrilled to have pulled off such a nice morning in the face of the oversleeping event.

Characters: Nora & Mom & Dog

"Nora, where is the cream cheese?" View pans the kitchen counter, focuses on toaster, half a bag of mini bagels, and an empty cream cheese box. "Didn't Mommy put the organic cream cheese back in the refrigerator?"
** ORGANIC (translate: Purchased at a much higher price only because the main consumers would be the small children in the house who don't need unnecessary hormones).

Sound: Dog lapping up an ocean of water.

Mom can't find the wrapper.

Mom starts to consider park ranger warnings about the horrors of dead wildlife who were poisoned from careless campers who left wrapped food in places accessible to animals. Mom then considers dog x-rays, vet calls, consulting the internet assvice about the heinous crime she has just committed & thus doesn't deserve to have pets let alone children, & should die a horrid death by aluminum foil digestion. She calls the Dad freaking out.

Dad chuckles. "He's a dog, it'll work it's way out. Don't let it ruin your day."

Friday, January 1, 2010

Over Here in the New Year!

The blog has been divided & I've decided to leave the travel dialog on lettersfromhometohome.blogspot.com and the family/other personal posts to this blog. This is where I'll keep in touch and post about home, children, artwork, and the random things I find blog-worthy.

Over time, as the children allow, I will attempt to re-post entries from 2008-2009 in order. I'm reviewing content & it takes forever. Who is the wordy chick who posted a ton of photos of her kids, spelled things wrong while using spell check, and who's never figured out how to avoid a run-on sentence?

The news that necessitated this change is that I will begin a new job next week. JOB, outside of the house, NEXT WEEK. Now I have to figure out how to sync up my iPhone & laptop and remember how to dress myself more than two days a week.