Sunday, July 5, 2009

Family Dye Job

I thought it would be fun to have matching T-shirts for the Fourth of July. But, if we buy the shirts, we will look just like everyone else who buys T-shirts.

So, we tie-dyed them.
I managed a Mickey Mouse on mine. I was very proud. Everyone did their own except Roxie, but she did get to help.
It was so fun! Here is the finished product:

Thursday, July 2, 2009

'Tis the Season...

...for Cherries!
Grammie called us the other day and told us that we were invited to go to her neighbor's house and pick cherries. The kids thought it may possibly have been the greatest time of their lives! They climbed the tree, picked the cherries, ate the cherries and generally enjoyed themselves.
Grammie also took the pictures. I should give her credit, because they are cute pictures. I get the credit for the cute kids. (And no comments about how they don't look like me. I still did all the work.)



Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Christian is RAD, too!


Christian took the RadKIDS course, too. He was awesome. Now, he tells me, "I can go [insert location here], I know RadKIDS!" Don't think I'm fooled. I'm still over-protective. But, I am glad he learned some great stuff.
The man in the red suit tried to kidnap him and he knew just what to do. "Stay back! You're not my dad!"The man grabbed him and Christian kicked and punched (in strategic places, hence the red suit) and screamed and then ran and told someone safe.Way to go, Christian!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Unsupervised Camera Usage part deux

This blog post is a public service announcement about the dangers of nine-year-old girls and cameras. The cameras bring out the weirdness in them.
You may wonder where part one is, since I called it "part deux." It is on Hillyerie's blog. I decided to consider mine a sequel because her daughter was one of the culprits...


No, I didn't adjust the picture. She is actually upside down. Why? Only little girls understand. Hillyerie wonders if all nine-year-olds are like this. Well, I don't know for sure, but I know at least two are...And plus they did each other's hair. Lovely, no?
Ahhh... to be young and insane again...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

It's Raining, It's Pouring...

Last Saturday, we were minding our own business when the heavens opened and dumped some serious water. Like a monsoon. It was crazy. In a very uncharacteristic move, Doug yelled, "Kids, let's go play in the rain! Jess, get us some towels!" And out the door they flew.

Roxie wasn't quite sure that was the best idea Daddy ever had...


Swingin' in the Rain

It's summertime, so we get to get together with our far-away friends more. By far-away friends, I mean Hillyerie. So she and her girls came on over one day. We had a lovely time. Elasta Girl and Ashton made friendship bracelets. They were plotting my blog when I took pictures of them. They thought I should title the blog "Toejam Friends." Here's why:
Roxie and Roo played beautifully. They were so cute together. They played out on the swings. Hillyerie and I were sitting there chatting when we heard the rain come pouring. We ran to the back door and found this:
They had no intention of coming in from the rain. (Yes, Roxie is pushing Roo. How cute are they?) They just kept right on swinging. Cuteness!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Love, Twoo Love

Yesterday, I did Doug's great-aunt's hair. She is not so very young anymore and quite ill. She looks like a hanger under her clothes. She is losing her hair. She is living in a rehab home. Things are pretty rough for her. Except that she has the most devoted loving husband I have ever met. He takes such good care of her. Yesterday, when I did her hair, I asked him how it looked. He replied to her, "I think you look absolutely gorgeous." I wish you could have heard him say it. It wasn't just him being nice. His voice sounded like she had actually taken his breath away.

So, I started thinking. Will Doug still think I am breathtaking when I am old? So, I did a little magic makeup aging to see what he thought. I am pretty sure this is what I will look like...
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Let's just say that maybe we need 60 or so years together before he thinks I am beautiful like that. Yeah, that will work...