Monday, September 27, 2010

We keep them on a lean diet of processed meats

One might be inclined to believe that there's high quality bait and tackle being used, when in fact, the only thing our fish require are hot dogs, or as the case was on this particular day...

...a pack of pre-packaged lunch meat

and a Barbie fishing pole.

I think it's safe to say that our fish aren't picky.  Unfortunately, one day you'll probably also be able to describe them as not picky, fightin' high blood pressure, and watching their sodium intake.

Or maybe fishing in your socks just makes you lucky?

And I can't forget to share that Hamp is now 4 months old!  I still need to post his official 4 month picture, too.  But I've yet to actually take it.  So I'm going to take it this day when he's not sportin' a too small onesie with spit up stains.  Now there's a goal.  And hopefully on a day when Kate hasn't told him that he smells like cheese.  And yes, I'm still gonna put Sept. 24, 2010 as the date of the picture.  In the words of Kate, "It be 'kay."


But until then, here's a little sugar to hold you over:

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Always a lady

On the way home from picking Kate up from preschool yesterday, she matter-of-factly says, "Mama, I burped at school today.  I really did."

"You did what?"

"Laugh, Mama!  Laugh really hard!"

<Enter my over the top laugh here>

"Tell Daddy!"

Obviously she thinks Daddy would appreciate it more than I did. 

"Did you say, "excuse me?"


Oh, good.  Looks like we're starting off the school year on the right foot.

After we got home, my sister, Sal Gal, stopped by for a visit.

Please keep your eyes on the photo's subjects and pay no attention to the two packages of Chips Ahoy in the background. (They were buy one get one free.  I like to get one pack of  chewy and one pack of crunchy.  Clearly that sale was made for me.  I am a sucker for BOGO's.  And cookies.) 

It appears they're not sharing the same emotion in the picture.  Apparently Kate would rather still be discussing her awesome burping skills.

No worries.  She turned that frown upside down just as soon as she cornered Sal Gal in her room and made her play with every toy she's had since birth.

Oh, and we signed Kate up for soccer.  She's so very excited about getting to wear a 'unicorn' (uniform). 

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Not quite Central Park, but...

Here's the view from my backyard this week:

Doesn't get much sweeter than that.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Time with the fam = one enjoyable weekend

This weekend's theme: Family time

On Saturday we attended a pottery party at my friend Becky's home. We had such a great time and the kids were able make Christmas ornaments using their little fingertoeprints. I'm really excited to see the finished products!

Kate and Hamp enjoyed getting to put paint on their toes. I enjoyed getting to sit back and let someone else do it.

And since it's finally cooling down a little (a real little), we took Kate to the zoo.

I've never really understood these things. They don't really make objects THAT much closer. But, kids enjoy them, and they cost 25 cents, so at least you feel like your actually doing something.

We bought tickets for all three of us to 'pet' the stingrays. Here's a pic of the only person who actually ended up doing it.

This picture shows a calm Kate. However, the moment that giraffe's tongue made contact with her leaf, she a let out a blood-curdling scream and then broke out in uncontrollable LAUGHTER. It was hilarious. To us. To the giraffe and the zoo staff? Not so much.

My favorite pic from the day:

She rode the carousel as many times as there are animals on it. She had to spend a little time with each of them.

And this little guy held our attention for the majority of our visit:

Last night Granny T invited Kate to spend the night with her. She lives just down the driveway. Kate ensured their safe walk back to her house with one of Daddy's 37 flashlights. Seriously, the man has more flashlights than underwear.

Why is Granny holding food and a pitcher of sweet tea you ask? Because we didn't have our weekly gathering with friends in which we stuff ourselves silly after church tonight, so she quickly came to our rescue with the afternoon's leftovers. She takes care of us people. My kitchen is, for the most part, only open on weekdays.

So, we sent Kate and Granny T off, put Hamp to bed, and did what any normal, young (err,well, not really 'bout youngish? Is that a word?) married couple would do.

Read a little and added some Netflix to our queue.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

I'm just a rod and reel away from having my own fishing show

Please tell me ya'll remember Old Pal.
If not, please revisit my post from about a year ago when M to the Izz-A presented me with a new-to-me tackle box as the gracious new home for all of my nail polish.

Well, he's done it again.

A week or so ago M to the Izz-A comes home with this:

I innocently assumed he'd won a raffle of sorts at work. Cool, a tackle box. No, excuse me, a tackle system.

It turns out the this prize was not in fact won - Oh to the contrary, it was purchased...purchased for me...and all of my jewelry (costume jewelry that is) that seems to be overtaking our dresser, closet, and bathroom counters.

This, my friends, is no longer a tackle box, but is now my new jewelry organizer/storage system gifted to me by my loving, practical, thinking outside of the (tackle)box husband.

Thank you, dear.

It comes with different sized dividers to accommodate all of my jewelry storing needs, creating long, short, big, and small spaces. I'll be able to customize it to fit necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings, and whatever else I may acquire.

Heck, I may even throw in a hula popper for good measure.

Once I get it all organized I'll post pics so you can see the final product.

This is just how M to the Izz-A operates. He sees a need and finds a way to fill it, however odd his solutions may be.

Take, for instance, this piece of closet shelving.

It currently serves as an incline for our dish drainer and has served in this position for the past 4 years. The drainer wasn't really draining at it's fullest potential, so it got a little lift. Now it's draining all that excess water like a champ.

Then one day he says to me, "You know why I put that flip flop under the laundry detergent, don't ya?"

"Uh, no."

Apparently it solves the detergent-dripping-down-the-side problem. It helps the excess detergent that usually gets clogged around the spout to drain back into the container and therefore ensures it doesn't drip down the sides, making it all sticky.
You. go. boy.

These are just a few of his 'home improvements'. Country boy can survive, no?

He also put tennis balls on the legs of Kate's highchair to keep it from scratching the floor.

So, practical Pete strikes again.

I joked one time about him buying me a toolbox to store and organize my underthings. I don't think that day is very far off.

But for now, I'll just continue to let everyone think I'm quite the fisherman.