Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
we've got spirit, yes we do
WEDNESDAY: MISMATCH DAY
(a true hump-day -- we were late, they were cranky, and no one really wanted to be taking pictures at 6:30am)
THURSDAY: CHARACTER DRESS UP DAY
(of course he's Batman. Who else would he be? Nevermind the fact that I bought the costume used...two years ago...and it fits him like capri's)
FRIDAY: BLUE AND GOLD SPIRIT DAY
Thursday, October 23, 2008
we must be doing something right
LOGAN: Ohhhhhh! MONEY!!!!!!!
GAVIN: Yay! Money!!!!
ME: Oh, that's nice. What should we do with it? Put it in your piggy bank?
LOGAN: No, mama. I want to give it to the sick children at the children's hospital.
ME: (I'm so proud of him!) That's so nice, Logan. You are such a thoughtful and generous boy!
GRAY: (gauging my reaction and not wanting to be left out) I want to give my money to the sick children too, mama! I don't want to put it in my piggy bank.
And so we put all the money (Keegan's too, since the consensus was that if he could talk he, too, would want to give his money to the sick kids) in an envelope to send to Logan's school for the St. Jude Trike-a-thon next week. And I went to bed that night satisfied that we are raising our children to appreciate what they have, to help others in need, and to "do unto others..."
~ For it is in giving that we receive ~
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
tickle bones
JAY: I'm trying to get the tickle bones out, but there's a lot of them (says Doctor Daddy who is performing surgery on Logan).
LOGAN: (deafening squeals and screams -- really, he sounds like a dying cat when he does this)
GAVIN: Oh, no. This isn't a good doctor, Logan!
Hopefully Gavin is a better doctor. He gave me a tummy tuck with a hair dryer.
Friday, October 3, 2008
can't push THESE down!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I can't cook green beans
So, the other night, I made my favorite green bean recipe (fresh green beans cooked in butter and garlic). Seriously, they are so delicious that I was snacking on them after dinner too! Logan, however, wasn't impressed. He sat at the table for over an hour after we had finished dinner and refused to eat the three green beans that I had served him. He yelled, cried, moped, whined, and even tried to throw up. In the end, he won (with a comment that melted my heart -- dialogue posted below) and was finally excused from the table. For the record, he was excused to bed...without dessert, not to play -- for all of my psychologist friends who are about to point out that I just reinforced the behavior.
LOGAN: (with tears in his eyes) Mama, you're not a good cooker of green beans.
ME: Oh, really?
LOGAN: Yeah, you shouldn't cook them anymore.
ME: Well, what should I cook then? (I mean vegetables, but this point is lost on him)
LOGAN: You know: pizza, hot dogs, soup. You're a good cooker of all those things.