Friday, May 30, 2008
After some very scientific data gathering, I have concluded several things:
1. Levi is cleaner than Josh (no that is not a typo)
2. Claire is cleaner than Josh (again, not another typo)
3. Josh is really sloppy
Poor guy, I really do complain to him ALL THE TIME about picking up after himself, but this weekend is when I realized that he has actually been surpassed by his two children. And Claire is only 17 months old. Kind of sad really. I blame his mom.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Claire loved the water.
Levi, Will, Claire and Luke.
Yes, Claire loved the mud too.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
She used to make the BEST coffee ice cream! It was absolutely to die for. Every year our church held a fall harvest festival and my mom would make homemade ice cream for the booth and this was the only time that she made coffee ice cream. I would crave it all year...
This is probably the reason why I love coffee ice cream. I have tried a lot of brands too, searching for my favorite. Well, the search is over. I have found the best store brand coffee ice cream! And, it is at my favorite store: Trader Joe's!
Try it... It is SO good.
I am counting down the minutes until it is socially acceptable to eat ice cream... and that is right about now. Bye.
PS Just to be clear, this ice cream, while rich, creamy, and coffee-y, is still not as good as mom's!
Two things happened this morning that proved Levi's level of reasoning is sometimes a fine precise tool, and at other times, quite elementary. Immediately after waking up this morning Levi told me that his foot hurt. Here is our conversation:
Levi: mom, my foot hurts.
Me: why does your foot hurt? Do you remember what you did?
Levi: no. Mom, do you have to cut it off?
Me: (ha ha haing) no, we don' t need to cut off your foot! You need it to walk. How else would you get around without feet?
Levi: (looking at me as if I was the stupidest person on earth) I would walk on my hands mom. (duh)
Thirty minutes later we were downstairs and his cars are everywhere. I ask him to pick them up. Then I step on one. I ask again. Step on another one. Then I get mad. Make a couple of threats that involve no tv, throwing away cars, etc. and tell him to pick them up again. Sure enough, I step on another one. Now I am mad. I get down to eye level, "Pick Up Your Cars! I Keep Stepping On Them!!!" And he asks me "why do you keep stepping on my cars mom??" Exactly, why.
Also this morning, as I was making coffee, he comes in the kitchen and we had the following conversation:
Levi: mom, it smells like poop in here.
Me: poop? It smells like poop? Why would you say that?
Levi: Say what?
Me: Say that it smelt like poop in the kitchen.
Levi: I didn't say that. You did. (Levi exits the kitchen, leaving mom dumbfounded)
I do have to say in Levi's defence that the kitchen probably does stink. Our recycling needs to be taken out SO bad, but our outside recycling bins are OVERFLOWING with cardboard, plastic and paper that I have to wait till the trucks come to empty our recycling containers.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
She is growing up so fast!