History Lesson

For reference, my niece Kylynn turned one on Sept. 11, 2001.

"Mama, was Kylynn one when Mt. St. Helen's erupted?" Ethan asked me.

Libby rejoined with, "No, that's the day the Eiffel Tower was bombed."

Yep, that's right - we homeschool, and do a dang good job of it too. :)

Sam

My nakey little boy. I love his chunk. I took him in for a checkup at seven months. He weighed almost twenty pounds and was in the 90th percentile for height, I don't remember how tall he was though. I decided I better post some pictures before he gets any fatter.

"Look mama! No hands!"

Valentines

Most people know that I have a deep-seated hatred for all things crafty. I simply don't enjoy scrapbooking, card making, cutting, popsicle stick gluing, or glitter. Especially glitter. Don't worry though, there is no glitter in this post.

Now, I don't think crafty things are bad or inherently evil; I would just rather be bitten by red ants - repeatedly - than make cards. My kids wanted to make homemade valentines. If it had been left up to me I would have had them cut out paper hearts, glue a treat to them, and write their names. Enter my sister. Heidi is the opposite of me. She is a Stampin' Up! demonstrator for goodness sake. She couldn't let her nieces and nephew hand out inferior valentines. So she came over and gave 2 1/2 hours of her life to valentines. The kids cut and glued and accessorized to their hearts' content. Even Grace made her own to pass out. I just stayed out of the way and made dinner for everyone. I didn't have to cut or paste a thing.


The finished products - the boys got little bottles of bubbles and the girls got shiny, fancy rings with their valentines.

I made the kids get their picture taken before we went to our co-op valentines party. The one photo I manage to get with all the kids looking at the camera Ethan is sticking out his lower lip so this one wins the contest. I'm not sure what Grace is plotting. Probably world domination. That's her way.

My Girls

Libby has a strong fashion sense. No matter how much I try to convince her some things might not go together she never believes me. So, like the good mom I am, I've given up. Sundays I get to help her decide what to wear and other then that she can wear what she wants as long as it is seasonally appropriate. Stylish, isn't she?
I didn't have time to do Grace's hair so the following conversation ensued:

"Michael, would you please do Grace's hair?"

Michael replied, "You know I can't do the girl's hair. It never turns out."

I then said, "We aren't going anywhere today. Could you just pull it back so it stays out of her face?"

Michael reluctantly agreed.

Fab, isn't she?