Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Back in the saddle again...

This is one of the things my girls most look forward to when we make our trips back 'home'. They love horses and especially Shimmer. Shimmer's an old pony and insanely tolerant and gentle.


She tolerates 7 year olds telling her what to do.
She tolerated two little girls showing off while riding. Of course, a couple minutes later, the big one said, "Let's trot!" which her little sister wasn't too keen on. M wrapped her arms tightly around G and as M slid off the side, G went with her. Shimmer stopped and just stood there, eating grass and waiting for the little troublemakers to get out from under her feet. I was so concerned that I just stood by and laughed. I'm sad I didn't catch it on video because it was rather amusing to watch them sliiiiide off the side, as if Shimmer's back was a slide at the park.

G, lover of all this horsey, got right back on while M needed some love first. It took about 2 minutes before G was a little over zealous in trying to make Shimmer turn and fell off again. Here she is after her second fall, right after she announced, "I'm okay!" Notice Shimmer? She's just using the opportunity for a quick snack on the lucious green stuff that was all around.

After a few more minutes of riding, G demonstrated the proper way to dismount the slide shaped pony. I'd say this girl's got 'getting off a horse' figured out.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Road trip

(I apologize in advance that the pictures don't show up in their full glory. I'm going to mess around w/the backgrounds and see if that helps. Click on them for the full sized image, okay?)

The girls and I road tripped back to the land of our births last week for my niece's graduation. The girls thought graduation was incredibly boring but the week wasn't a total bust because they got to spend some quality time with this:
Isn't she pretty? Her name's Cheyenne and she's checking me out from a distance because I'm standing under a red, white and blue umbrella. I don't like to get wet.
Others don't care. They'll even climb up wet fences to take in the local sites.

Or maybe that was just a better perch to wait their turns at this. Yep, a ride on the old gray mare.

(Yes, I know that Crocs aren't your typical horseback riding footwear of choice, but when you're riding a 30 year old swayback pony bareback, they work juuust fine.)

Monday, May 18, 2009

Art class

Every so often I try to be the cool mom and do a cool art project. It always starts out neatly, with everyone using utensils.



But they quickly switch to hands.





After they dried, we cut the pictures up and arranged them.
Then using a LOT of slightly water down glue, we stuck it on an artist's canvas.

After it dried, we hung it on my painter's tape blue kitchen wall. I LOVE it. :)

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Game time

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Buddies

M and G are buddies. Good buddies. They do about everything together. They have decided that they cannot sleep alone and have taken up sharing a twin bed. Earlier, I found them watching the screen saver on my computer. They love to watch the pictures of them scroll and discuss them. What really cracked me up is how they cannot sit together without touching. All.the.time.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Someone had a birthday

My beautiful Miss G had a birthday. Such joy this child is! She's the one who arrived after 9 hours of all natural labor; the one who's birth gave me an endorphin rush like I'd never seen before and haven't seen since. That pretty much sums her up too--she's a lot of energy in a small body and lots of fun. I'm so glad she's mine.


She got things to color from Great Aunt D and Uncle D.


Money from your grandparents is always a hit! They send a savings bond too, but it doesn't get this kind of reaction.

Aunty C and Uncle D sent a PINK bag full of girlyness. She LOVED it. Check out her mouth in these shots.





The American Girl doll is from Mom and DaddyMan. It's hard to find a "just like you" doll that looks just like my G. This one's close enough.

Piper the Wonder Dog became Princess Piper for a few minutes. She loved it, can't you tell?

And the piece de resistance---the Bakerella 14 layer cake. Mine was 12 layers--I got tired of making them. G saw this on Bakerella's blog a few weeks ago and declared it THE cake for her birthday. I spent the afternoon on it. (I also made her a pair of capris that matched the skirt I made for her new dolly. Yes, I am the queen of multitasking and procrastination.)
(Blowing out the candles was something like those asthma commercials from years ago--I spared you all the pictures.)

In actualilty, the candles say "Happy Birthday".

Yes, this was every bit as yummy as it looked. It is SO insanely rich that only the DaddyMan could finish his piece. The rest of us discussed vomiting. We were rather full. Funny, how when a recipe calls for FIVE sticks of butter, the results are rather overwhelming.

Friday, May 8, 2009

A moment of privacy? Anyone??

This morning, while I was in the shower, I had a few interruptions.

First came G. "Mom, I'm making something. Do you spell happy h-a-p-p-i?" I corrected her from the other side of the curtain and then she asked, "How do you spell "Mother's Day?" She couldn't see my smile as I spelled that for her and when she was done, she said, "Okay! Thanks!" and left.

Seconds later M walked in. "Wanna see my picture?" I pointed out to her that I was in the shower, but peeked around the curtain anyway. She wouldn't show it to me. "It's for Mudder's Day!" she giggled and left.

I was almost finished with my rinsing when A burst into announce the phone was ringing and to tell me who it was. "So, answer it!" I told her. She left and came back to tell me she didn't get there in time. I told her to bring me the phone. The water was still running when she brought the phone to the other side of the curtain and said, "Here!" "The counter honey, just put it on the counter...."

Sometimes I forget and think that I am entitled to moments of privacy. I lost that right when I signed up for this schtick, didn't I?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Familiarity

Every afternoon, shortly before I expect the DaddyMan to get home, I run around and tidy the house. We call it the "Ten Minute Tidy" and for years I have joked that it's when I make it look like I've done a full day's work in only 10 minutes.

Yesterday, just as I started my tidy, the phone rang. It was the DaddyMan. Here's our conversation:

Him: Hey, what are you doing?

Me: Oh, just cleaning up to make it look like I did a full day's work around here before you get home. What are you doing?

Him: Just calling to let you know I'm on my way home so you can run around and make it look like you did a full day's work before I get there.

Me: I'm so glad we've learned to communicate so well after 15 years of marriage.

Him: Me too!

Ah, yes, the joy of familiarity.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Educatin' the youngins.

I think it's time to start teaching my child the fine art of sarcasm. That way when someone starts drilling her about her homeschool education she will be ready with some snappy responses to show people she's not just book learned.

The next time someone asks her if she has friends, she could reply, "Yep, I shore do! I gave names to all the mice in my room." I mean, seriously, who asks an 11 year old girl if she has friends? She has two sisters, the neighbor kids, a boatload of friends at church and enrichment group, as well as the old friends from back in God's country whom she regularly writes letters too. What 11 year old girl doesn't have friends? How on Earth do I keep a child from having friends? I suppose if I did keep her locked in her room or chained to her books, perhaps. But if that were the case, how would she be outside the house, able to chat with strangers about her unusual education?

And can I just say, that the mere fact that she's chatting with the idiot who asked such a question proves that she's been socialized!

After that great question, my dear sweet A was asked if she had PE. "Do you mean, do I get picked last for sports and made fun of if I'm not very good?" Um, no. That's not the kind of physical education we give our kids in our homeschool, no siree. We keep them hopping up and down runnin' to the fridge to bring daddy another beer or mama a fresh box o' bonbons. And don't forget the daily 2 mile forced walk that my girls must endure to walk their beast of a Wonder Dog. Did my dear child tell any of this to the doddering fool who asked? Um, no. She responded, "We went on a ski trip." Doh! Right honey, 6 days of skiing is probably equal to running laps or playing dodgeball twice a week like those other school kids.

She did a little better in response to the "How is school going?" inquiry. My dear chatterbox girl responded, "Good." Okay, this one totally cracks me up. Did she tell the idiot woman that she's three grade levels ahead in math? Or that she's already completely finished her textbooks for a couple of subjects or that she reads about 2 hours a day, a above her grade levels? Nope. Apparently, I didn't teach her how to give a prideful answer at the same time I didn't teach her how to give a snappy sarcastic one.

Perhaps that's a good thing.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

And a jolly good morning to you!

M just sat down to have breakfast next to the DaddyMan. She greated him with a "Hi BoDo".

He corrected her. "Say it right. Say it right. Say Bo ZO."

She looked at him for about two seconds and said, "Hi Daddy."