Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Doesn't she look thrilled to be at summer school? I should really have turned the camera on myself to show my own big grin.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Oh Niamh, as her Daddy would say, "She has tendencies." Tendencies toward what?, you ask. Well, she is a hoarder. I see in her future, boxes of cereal stuffed inside the microwave, cookie rolls shoved behind the couch cushions, her favorite trinkets (probably ceramic figurines or snow globes) not displayed but hidden in case someone should come and steal them. All of the above items were hidden under her pillow tonight. What ends up under her pillow each night is not necessarily her most prized possessions, just possessions. I don't know what she thinks will happen to them if she doesn't hide them in the night. How does one sleep on top of Shel Silverstein?
Pictured here are the candy wrappers I found in her extra closet in her room. This is another late night activity in which Niamh likes to partake. We can only hypothesize that she gets out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, climbs on the counter to the top shelf in the kitchen, grabs a handful of Halloween candy, sits in her dark little closet, and feasts.
The hoarding and the sneaking sugar are not behavior we are unaware of. All of this is just photo evidence of it. She has tendencies. What more can I say?
Friday, June 12, 2009
You know your kid watches too much TV when...
- You are driving down the road and see this on a billboard and your 5 year old says, "Hey, look, its the Geico Money."
- You go to the grocery store and next to the seafood there is a small television tuned to the Discovery Channel and your 5 year old says, "Look, Finn, its Deadliest Catch." And your 3 year old says, "They get crabs, Mama."
- Your daughter asks nervously if our tv will be ok on Friday or if it is going to turn to snow. (Friday is when analog televisions will no longer work and the picture will turn to snow.)
- Your 5 year old asks you how the picture gets on the television, you can't give her an answer, so, she explains to you how satellite television works. (Thanks, Sid the Science Kid).
- Your child yells to you from the basement, where she was sent to play, that "The man says the Earth is going to have another Boom! Are we ready?"
- Your little girl folds her arms across her chest, and starts doing forward bends over the bed and says she is excercising. (I'm thinking it was an infomercial for a home gym.)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Trash Collector. Not bad, a government job that doesn't require that I pay for a college degree that might just get wasted. I'd much rather save that money for my dream car. He wouldn't have to work weekends or holidays, and he'd get to drive a great big truck with a scoop that goes up and down.
Mama's Boy. He already excels in this position. I think he could probably maintain this job whilst working another job part time. The future Mrs. Finn Westover might ask that he cut his hours. For this, I already don't like her.
Rock Star or M.A.C Cosmetics Artist. The kid does love his sister's lip gloss and earrings. I could sure use a makeup artist in the family. I have such a hard time blending the shadow up to my browline.
College Campus Streaker. Every College needs one. Why not fill the need.
College Graduate. Ok, so it isn't a career choice, but it could be a goal. I am pretty sure that "Scholar" is a job title. In this shot I think he is pondering the path of his doughnut as it is digested by his body. He knows that food and drink make you poop and pee. He's off to a good start.
EMT or Ambulance Driver. Better than an Ambulance Chaser.
Heavy Weight Champion. If anyone lays their hands on my Sweet Finn, I'll kick their ass. Don't challenge me. This one is out. So are Football Player, Hockey Player, Hurling Player, and Race Car Driver. All are too dangerous for my kid. I guess I should add Soccer Player to the list but that is his own fault.
Clown. Here we are, back to the original thought. I won't rule it out but I am going to research the starting salary of Circus Clowns.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Finn: "Mama, did you know that one time Niamh saw a flying garbage can?"
Niamh: "No, I didn't."
Finn: "Yes, you did but you were still 4 so you don't remember, remember?"
Niamh: "No, I didn't, Mama. Finn is telling stories."
Me: "I know, sometimes Finn is silly."
Niamh: "Why didn't they send us the serious kid? I thought we ordered the serious kid. Why did they send us the silly one? I wonder where the kid we ordered went."
While I'm at it...
Niamh almost sent me to my room without dessert yesterday at lunch because I wouldn't try a piece of her ham. Niamh loves deli ham. I can't even think of eating ham. After about 15 years of being vegetarian, all I can do is poultry and seafood. (My doc told me I had to change my low protein diet when I was pregnant with Niamh. The sacrifices started with her in the womb.) Anyway, she was at the table raving about how delicious her ham rolls were and I should try one. I politely declined. She wanted to know why. I said I don't like ham. She wanted me to try "this" ham, "its amazing". Yes she said her ham was amazing. Anyway, it came down to Niamh lecturing me on trying foods because I always make her try foods and "sometimes I'm (Niamh) surprised that I like them, like edamama (soybeans)." Eventually I had to pull rank on her and tell her to leave me alone. "I just don't like ham. Ok? That's the end of it."
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Yes, I said "a" night, as in one night. But, you never know what you are going to need when you are out in the elements.
Dog (Eddy) was my co-pilot. Along the drive, Eddy's constant struggle to get his huge body comfortable in the front passenger seat created a few problems. He knocked me in to neutral twice, kept standing on the side mirror controls so I was looking at the top of my own car more than the cars around me, and even honked once while I was out of the car and he jumped in to the driver's seat.
Please focus your attention on the outside temperature reading. To quote Goldilocks, "It was not too hot and not too cold. It was just right."
According to google maps, our drive was to be 63 minutes. Somehow it turned in to 3 hours. Finn really had to pee at about hour 2. So, we pulled over and Finn had his first Man Pee, standing up with his mommy holding his wee wee so that he didn't pee on his foot or his sister.
This was our little paradise. A gravel lot in an RV Park with more residents than campers. Just to the right of my car was a bathroom with hot shower. And, in front of our site, was a swift running river with a lovely dirt river bank that had a steep drop off on to some rocks. It was perfect for the kids to play.
After setting up camp (hooking up to electric, gas, and sewage) we just hung out, had a few brewskies, ate some delicious food, and watched that the kids didn't get swept in to the river.
Niamh eating human grade dog treats. She liked them so much, she had two. Then, I had to cut her off.
This photo reminds me of those drawings where you are supposed to find the things that are wrong. In case you can't tell, Lola has 3 legs. The other thing that just isn't right (or fair), is that Therese had a baby 7 weeks ago and fits in to her skinny jeans!
Then, back in Wallingford, Finn woke from his car nap soaked in urine, the screaming began, and I knew we were home...so did the neighbors.