Friday, February 24, 2012

Bodies for Science

Levin has decided he will not give his body to science, but he'll sell it.

University of Washington offered him some pocket change for his cooperation in a language development study.  He took the money.

Electroshock Therapy

Just Kidding

On a side note:  Apparently his hair is his crown of glory.  Without it, I can't even tell this is my baby.  I've looked at these picture over and over and still can't tell he's mine.

Don't ever shave your head then get lost Levin, your mother will not claim you.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Friendly Competition

Ray and I have a running game of Hand & Foot going.  We started it on January 5th and I'm afraid I have to report that Ray is winning.  Well, I guess I should say Ray is winning the war, but I've dominated him in many a battle.  Actually, I'm not sure how he is winning.  I'm the score keeper though, and do all the adding, so maybe I should check my math.

Anyway, posterity please know:
Ray and I played games...
And sometimes I would be too big of a braggart after winning a hand and was served a slice of humble pie the next...
And Ray is not only a gracious loser, but an even more gracious winner...
And we played for fun, but mostly for stakes; there's a milkshake on the line for this.

Keeping Score

The box of cards... not sure why I thought you needed to see a picture of this, but just incase you did

Ray wearing some lucky leis

Broken nose battle scar

Luckily we're playing for all of 2012, so I have 10 more months to secure my victory.


I love making babyfood...

Just incase one picture wasn't enough for you.

Just as much as I love looking at a clean bathroom, and vacuuming, and pushing start on the dishwasher.

Domesticity is a funny thing; both a unifying and polarizing topic.  How's that for a deep comment.  "To be or not to be" I guess is really the question.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

More Next Day Surprises

Here is another Next Day Surprise.

Ray and Levin had the day to themselves one Saturday when I was working.

I found the surprise the next day when Ray asked me if I would be giving Levin a bath before church.

Sometimes he doesn't have to say it... his face says it.
"Oh YES I did."

I guess the "cool" parent has already been established.

We're Ready

Bring on the month of love.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Dracula are being preserved under the glass dome.  I think they look silly, but so does an empty cake plate and glass dome sitting on a mantle.  Any suggestions?
An orchid?  Poof balls?  I'm REALLY good at making tissue-paper poof balls.

I painted over a framed, scenery painting I got at an estate sale for $5.  I felt kind of guilty.
It took me 3 minutes to undo what he spent a year doing; a lovely, snowy mountain scene

These gum balls have caused an up-swing in the amount of kissing going on in this house.
When you kiss someone chewing bubble gum... second only to chewing it yourself.

And... I took down the last Christmas decoration this morning.  I forgot it was still up.  It was kind of like finding an Easter egg in June.  Whoops.

Saturday, February 4, 2012


And, while we're on the subject of craftiness, can I just show you my pew and the cushion I made for it?

I got the church pew off of Craig's List.  She was asking $50.  On the drive over to look at it and possibly buy it, I told Ray I was going to pay no more than $25.  It's easy to talk tough before you've seen the seller face-to-face.  I paid $40.

I made the seat cushion for it this week.  I didn't have a pattern, so I spent 90% of the production time standing in front of and staring at the cushion and fabric.  I spent 5% of the production time ripping out seams.

How did I defend the $15 over-pay to Ray on the drive home?

"It's solid oak and only 6 feet long.  Do you know how hard it is to find a church pew under 15 feet?"

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Hard Day

Levin pooped his pants today... which is very different from pooping your diaper.  It warranted a second bath, an entire clothes change, and some whining (on his part).

After everything was all cleaned up, Levin's spirits were still a little low; he was embarrassed.  I did the only thing I could think of that would make him feel cool again.  I gave him a mohawk.  It did the trick.

In other news.  Levin had a toy dilemma.  He only had about 6 toys (a rubber duck, two teething rings, and a few other things that have no name).  Santa Claus never did find him this year, but Ikea did.  I saw a set of little pots and pans for $7 and thought, "this is a win-win.  Levin can play with these and I don't have to feel guilty I won't give him mine.  And as a bonus: this will help him with his overly sensitive loud-noise-startle-reflex."

Sometimes my brilliance is embarrassing.