Wednesday, March 31, 2010

overheard in the car

Roxy: Does anybody have a blowtorch?

Ben: A blowtorch? You do know they blow fire.

Roxy: Oh. Well does anybody have a stick then.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I can bite my fingernails!

Remember these:

Remember my before:


**** look how great my arch is when I bite my bread. (did that sound dirty?)

Thursday, November 19, 2009

A little less magic at our house

Well, last night Ben found the Christmas presents that I have bought so far this year.

Great. They were from Santa. 

I've been wrestling with when to tell the kids anyway. I love the magical spirit of Santa. I love the mystery and the traditions that go along with Santa. Get me right, we FOCUS on Christ, but the Santa part is fun too.

I remember I found out in Grade 2. The other kids were saying Santa isn't real, that it's our parents. The outrage! The blasphemy! I couldn't believe the out and out lies these kids were spewing. Santa would know and they wouldn't get any presents! I defended his honor with all my soul. I knew my parents wouldn't lie to me. 

Then I got home from school and my perfect world where you can hear hooves on the roof crashed all around me. I was betrayed, by my own parents. No Santa, my folks were liars, who could I trust, there was no one to turn to. (I believe all my future relationships have suffered this mistrust) I resolved then and there, to never do that to my own kids. 

So last night we ended Ben's childhood. Between his finding the presents and him getting up there in years, I knew it was time. He was so sweet, he immediately said, "well then, I got what I wanted for Christmas, to met the real Santa- you guys" Then he quickly realized WE spent the money on his presents. It was sad and touching all at once. He was so grateful, he started listing off all the presents he's gotten that seemed expensive to him. I don't think he'll ever ask for anything big again. I hate that. No more magic. The whole time we talked, his eyes were watery, it broke my heart, but I'm glad he heard it from us instead of his friends. (You'd think this blog was about sex or drugs)

We agreed that Roxy should still think Santa is real, Ben is excited to be in on it with us. This morning I suggested something he should ask Santa for and winked at him, he loved it. I guess I'll just have to enjoy the magic with Roxy while it lasts, I'll be sad when no one in our house tries to hear hooves on the roof anymore.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Maybe I should have studied harder in math...

apparently,  I don't understand percentages or something.  When you rent a t.v. series on dvd, each episode is 42 minutes long, that means on t.v., there are what, 18 minutes of ads every hour. 

Here's the part I don't understand. When you are flipping though the channels to find something to watch, it's all ads. Shouldn't you land the show more often?

Thursday, October 29, 2009

poor, poor, tortured girl

Yesterday Roxy had to go to the hospital to have some dental work done under general anesthesia. It was sad to see her so scared and confused when she was waking up. But other than that there were some funny moments.

The night before, she was in the bathroom talking to herself, making a checklist of things going to happen the next day.
"wake up, check.
get dressed, check
go to the hospital, check
get tortured, check"

No lie, she had the calmest voice- just a list of things to get done. 

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Lovin' being outside

This is my sister April with her cute little guy, Tyson. Yesterday we went to Gardner Village, it was so cute with all the witches, but it was so crowded, we weren't the only ones with the good idea to go.

I love that kid.

I love this picture. Roxy needed to do her reading homework and Ben volunteered to help her. (Notice Roxy's mismatched shoes, she is such a gypsy.)
Try not to notice our messy back yard.

Look at their expressions!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Heck is for people that don't believe in gosh