Tower of Babel-oney

Sometimes it seems that all my children ever think about is food. From the moment I come downstairs in the morning I hear cries of "when's breakfast?" followed immediately by "what's for lunch?" The big kids can, for the most part, prepare food for themselves if they don't feel like waiting for me to do it for them. Little Renee still needs my help, and today it seems she found a way to amuse herself while she waited.

Jingle all the way!

maybe this is why I get so many headaches....you gotta love the harmonica accompaniment!

Bits 'n' pieces

Most of the horizontal surfaces in our house look something like this- a sort of multi-dimensional clutter heap. Here Paul is messing around with a few of his Star Wars lego sets that are scattered atop a 1000-piece puzzle-in-progress. Why bother putting anything away, when you can just start working up? I think if I didn't demand clean-up every now and then, they'd make their way all the way to the ceiling.
A few days ago, it snowed outside. There was maybe a total of about an inch of accumulation, but it was enough for my girls to scrape together a sorry looking little snowman. He's held up pretty well all things considered; this is what remained of him this afternoon after a few sunny days.
This is a page from Joe's health book. He was supposed to be taking a family medical history, with Matt as his subject. He wrote down his stats like age, height, weight, etc. The questionnaire portion of the page asked if Matt had any chronic problems, to which Joe replied, "Well, he does have to deal with us kids everyday." Hmm, I guess that could affect his health!

C is for cookie

Today I made cookies with the help of six young children. There really ought to be some kind of award or medal of valor for doing that. Anyways, we got them all cut out and baked without anyone getting burned, and then I turned them loose with the frosting.
This is typical of the results you get when you turn a bunch of kids loose with Christmas cut-out cookies and bags of frosting. I think this one looks rather like a fried egg.
They had a great time, so it was well worth the mess. I now have two large trays of very, very brightly colored cookies.
David did not lend a hand in the decorating, but he's just so gosh darn cute, he made the cut into this post anyways!

Gravy, baby.

David celebrated his first Thanksgiving yesterday. It also happened to be his six-month birthday. Half a year already! Coincidentally, it was exactly one year ago on Thanksgiving Day that we made the big announcement the we were going to have a new baby. That's quite a few reasons to be thankful!

Suyyender! You're under ayyest!

How'd ya like to see that comin' at ya down a dark alley? Don't mess with a thirty-pound lisping pixie with hot pink cowboy boots and an itchy trigger finger.
Her sidekick looks a little shifty, too. Maybe I'll just mosey on out of here, real slow-like. I'm not feeling real lucky tonight, it's a good time to get out of Dodge.

A new throne for HRH King David

Once again, David has seemed increasingly bored with his entertainment options. He's the kind of baby that seems to think he's a grown person, just trapped in a tiny little body. His new high chair here provides him with a place to sit that's at regular-people height, so he can give orders, voice complaints, and ponder the great questions of life with a little more dignity.
Here he is, thinking deep thoughts. Like, "Why are these people so noisy?" and "Gosh, I hope I get some teeth in soon so I can eat me up some donuts."