Swimsuits in April

Yesterday the temperature hit 90 degrees. So the kids set up the sprinkler under the trampoline (all by themselves).

Blast Off!!

T.S. finally got to go purchase the rocket he earned by filling his "breather" chart. (He has to use an inhaler twice a day for asthma and we used the chart as an incentive to help make the daily task a habit.) He thoughtfully picked out a kit that had 2 rockets so Sadie could have one, too. He and I finished the second rocket assembly today. The weather was very favorable (breezy, upper 80s), so we decided to launch.

The kids took turns firing both rockets. The best part of the whole thing may have been watching the walk to the field (and back) to recover the rockets after the last launch.

(BTW--Definitely up in the standings for Mother of the Year after today and yesterday)

Mama just can't say no...

We had to go to Tractor Supply Wednesday to get bedding for the rat and gerbil. We had just gotten in the store when Sadie announced they had baby chicks. I looked around and saw nothing. She had heard them and made a bee-line straight to them. So we came home with these:

Yes, chicks--four "assorted bantam chickens." We were attracted to the "fancy hair" on three of them and the smallness of the third. I'm a little worried about the assorted part--with our luck they are roosters. We'll see.

Notice that the little one gave Sadie a "present" this morning. (It was quite comical.) I'm pretty sure saying, "Sure, Daddy won't care." Gives me some more points for Mother Of the Year.

UPDATE: The gray one, Chloe, passed away last night. The other three seem to be doing well--they are developing nice wing feathers.

Bow Gallery--Grand Opening

Here are the pictures T.S. painted today. You are welcome to browse through our gallery at anytime, dress code is casual sleepwear. This week's featured artist is a 4-year old who likes to run around in his underwear and blow bubbles.

Please note that all pieces of art are copyrighted and are available for purchase. Feel free to contact us and we'll negotiate a fair price. Works of art from our gallery can be seen on refrigerators in relatives' homes far and wide. Enjoy!

Bubbles in the House

12:30 update: Bubbles have lasted for over an hour now. Here is what I overheard during "Bubble Fest": I can go to the bathroom and blow bubbles. I can walk and blow bubbles, and pop them. He blew bubbles all the way to town and back and stopped long enough to paint. We'll post the artwork when it is dry. I want to 1. show what a great artist he is and 2. prove we did more today than sit in our PJs and blow bubbles.
I'm not sure where I ended up in the running for 2008 Mother of the Year. I'm pretty sure it was in the Top 10. I decided this year to start my campaign for the coveted award off with a bang. So, I'm allowing T.S. to do some things he has never done, like blow bubbles in the house. The 2009 me is soooo laid back...

Seriously, it is Wednesday. T.S. and I are hanging out. There is probably lots to be done, like get dressed, go get the mail, do some laundry, learn some letters, the list goes on and on and on...

Instead, T.S. found his bubbles with the handy-dandy "spill proof" lid that his awesome Sunday school teacher gave him and said, "Mom, let's do bubbles." In a moment of weakness (I think it has something to do with still wearing PJs at 11am, I said, "Sure, just don't spill them."

He has been entertaining himself and me. He's blown bubbles, caught bubbles, popped bubbles.
Wish you were here to join in the bubble fest.