More Junk Drawer...

Sorry I have been a bit negligent about this little blog as of late. Turns out Mitch has discovered computer games.

Here are some more of the random haps from around these parts...


Lisa!
Guess who came to visit? My Lisa! And her daughter! And her mom! Three generations of GIRLS in my house! After living in this locker room full of boys, I was so excited! We had tea and crumpets. And went to the powder room. I channeled my inner Scarlett O'Hara! Well, not really, but it was nice to have some people of the female variety in my house! Especially people who are this adorable!



Mitch would only humor us to take this picture if he was allowed to hold on to a tool. Whatever.

Muffins!
The boys love to cook (read: create kitchen disasters). We go through a lot of green food coloring. These are muffins. Don't they look...well, green?

Fashion Police

When left to his own devices, this is the outfit that Matthew will pick out for himself. There are lobsters on the shirt and crabs on the shorts. I guess he was going for a low country boil theme. His devices are going to land his little self on TLC's What Not to Wear...Toddler edition. I guess the bigger question is, "Why are you letting a two-year-old pick out his own clothing?" I have no good answer for that.

Thanks. Thank a lot.

Mitch came home from school Monday with this little gem:

"Mom, Ms. Pam says that when you get sick, it starts in your hair and goes down your body. So, she had to look through all of our hair today to make sure we were not getting sick. Because "Tina" has something growing in her hair that made her sick and she has been missing from school for awhile, so Ms. Pam had to make sure that none of us got sick in our hair, too."

You're Hired.
We have been really encouraging Mitch lately to speak appropriately, especially to adults. Make eye contact. Speak slowly. Answer their questions. Perhaps we can now back off on this.

At the Farmer's Market on Tuesday, Mitch (clad in his favorite John Deere shirt) marched right up to a lady selling veggies.

Mitch: "How is your corn ready to harvest already? Do you have magic corn? Ours is not ready yet. Anyways, I have a garden you know!"

Farmer lady: "Oh, isn't that cute! What are you growing?"

Mitch: "Well, it has a lot of weeds right now. I have been hoeing to get them out so that they do not drink up all of the water and make it so my plants can't get any.

Farmer lady: "Well, you know, sweetie. You should try to grow something called 'squash.' Have you ever heard of squash before?"

Mitch: "Oh, yeah. I have three squash plants already growing. You have to make a little hill out of the soil and then plant the seeds in the hill. I am making compost. When it is ready, the squash will really like the compost."

Farmer lady: "Do you want a job?"

Folks, I think you are witnessing a card carrying member of Future Farmers of America in action. You heard it here first.

Dennis

Matty is a menace. An absolute menace. Remember the even tempered, good natured little baby we used to have? I do. But now he has been replace by an even tempered, good natured little hellion. He is magnetically drawn to puddles. Like getting away from me and running out into traffic to stick his feet into a puddle drawn. He possesses the power to completely tune out anything and everything Mike and I say to him, unless, of course, it contains the words ice cream, cupcake, or cookie. He frequently uses, "I don't want to" as an excuse to get out of anything...including cleaning up, eating, and bathing. Good thing he never needs to bathe.

Wal-mart

Mitch: "Mom, God uses lots of stuff up in Heaven, but when he is done with it, he sends it down to Wal-mart so we can buy it, right?"

Shalom

We are very multi-cultural around here. We encourage our children to experience a variety of cultures and viewpoints, while trying to see the world through different perspectives. We use literature as a means for opening their eyes to various world views. See? See what book Matty picked from the library?

He certainly did not select it because he thought was a book about rainbows. Nosiree.