time

Its been a crazy couple of months.  I have no time for anything.  Its really frustrating.  I have a ton of thoughts about it but, I need more time to get it all out.  Time.  Its pretty valuable.

So much is happening with the kids.  They are both growing and changing so much.  I'm trying to make sure I capture some of those moments.  The other day we were making cookies and I pulled the sugar out of the pantry.  That's when jake told me sugar rhymes with booger.  I'm just glad he knows about rhyming.

Trev and I finally got iphones.  We pre-ordered them and got them in the mail.  I put the boxes on the counter while jake watched me.  He asked what was in the boxes.  I told him they were mommy and daddy's new phones.  His response, "Are they iphones?"

I tore the idea for tissue paper bowls out of Family Fun a long time ago.  I finally got around to letting jake give a try about a month ago.  He told me that he didn't want to do a bowl.  He wanted to make a planet.  I searched the house for some balloons but, all I could find was water balloons.  For some reason, I was scared to blow them up so I stuck a whiffle ball on a straw and let him have at it.  I wasn't convinced he'd actually cover the whole thing with tissue paper anyway.

He did it for a bit but, yeah, it didn't last.  He totally decided that he wanted to make burritos out of the tissue paper.  So, he made burritos instead of planets.

The glue was just water and flour.  I have no idea how well it dries.  I chose not to keep the burritos.  Despite the non toxic nature of the "glue", I still adapted it a bit for anna.  Instead, I gave her a plate, water and some tissue paper.  I tried to show her how to "glue" the paper to the plate using the brush and water.  Of course the brush ended up in her mouth.  I can't wait for her to stop putting everything in her mouth.  Although, jake still puts stuff in his mouth.  Maybe my kids are just weird like that....

my play doh obsession

Apparently I am obsessed with finding a home made play doh recipe that I like.  This time I tried a cook top recipe.  It was definitely a step in the right direction but, not quite there.  I think the key is cream of tartar.  I skipped it this go round but, from what I read, it really is a key ingredient.  So, I guess this means my play doh saga continues.

School Days

jake started his second year of preschool back in September.  I guess its really his first official year.  Last year was only once a week and more to try and tackle separation anxiety.  So here he is...3 years old...going to school twice a week.

He's doing much better this year.  I still hear a lot of how he's going to miss me sooo much when he's at school and how he doesn't like to leave me and how he wants to stay home with me.  Most of that is in the car, though.  He walks right in, finds his name, puts it on the job chart, and heads towards the race cars.

My handsome boy on his first day of school.  He's totally psyched about it as you can tell.

thomas

We took the kids to see Thomas a couple of weeks ago.  I guess I should say we took jake to see Thomas.  Its basically a big merchandise tent with a train ride on a fake Thomas engine.  I always assumed that the car dressed up as Thomas would be a real engine but, its not.  The real engine is at the back of the train.

When we arrived, we hit up the Thomas merchandise tent.  We told jake he could get something after we rode the train thinking he'd forget.  Damn 3 year olds start to really remember things.  He picked out Jack the bulldozer.  Odd.  You figure he'd want Thomas or at the very least Percy.  Instead he picks out the one thing that isn't a train.

He was super excited.  It was fun to watch him take it all in.  I think anna had a good time, too.  She liked seeing all the people.  You'll notice he doesn't have a Thomas shirt on.  Ummm, he doesn't have one.  Buzz kill.  His favorite train shirt wasn't even clean.  Mother of the year.

P.S.  In the pics, you can totally see how cheap I am and how I took pictures over the guy's shoulder so I wouldn't have to buy the ones the take.