Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
There was an old woman
Who swallowed a goat
She opened her throat
And in walked the goat
Perhaps she'll die
Lyrics from "There was an old woman who swallowed a fly"
I am the old woman. I am trying to swallow the fact that Sean wants to buy a goat. That's right. A goat.
"Just think," he says, "it will graze in our yard so we won't have to mow the lawn!"
At first he wanted chickens. Lately we have heard of a lot of people who raise chickens. But I think chickens are gross with their nasty, freakish legs and beady little eyes. They are one animal that I just don't like. And besides, I don't really want to raise chickens.
"But we will learn to be self sufficient with our chickens and their eggs," says Sean.
I say, "No way."
So he says, "Well let's get a pygmy goat."
"What, are we learning to be self sufficient by drinking goat milk?"
"Well, we would know how to care for them if we needed something like that. And they will mow our lawn and then Loucee (yes I changed we spell our dog's name) will have a friend."
A goat, people. A goat. Help.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
First I spent a few weeks saving milk jug lids. Like I said-we drink alotta milk. If you buy milk from Walmart you will be able to figure out what kind two kinds of milk we drink. Then I traced 'em, labled 'em, and made this nifty matching game. If I'm in a really good mood, I put pennies in the turned over lids. She-She and I take turns and for every turn she takes, she keeps the penny. At the end of the game, she gets to go to the "store" and buy some m&ms or something small. I make her count the pennies and treats so she gets even more learning.
Even though she knows her alphabet it is good practice. I still collect lids so the next game I make will be matching small words on the lids to the pictures on the paper. I love it when I feel like a good mom.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
She-She named her pony Jandyla.
Bigdog feeding a cow. Moo.
She-She feeding a...a...something.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
*Dumping toy baskets
I try to prevent these messes as much as I can. I don't put locks on EVERYTHING for fear that our house might look like a psych ward. I try to think ahead of Bigdog by putting the plant on the counter or stacking clothes on the dresser instead of in the drawers. But sometimes there is nothing I can do. For example, the ziplocks are in a drawer that is locked, but Bigdog can pull the drawer out 1/4 of an inch and slip his little fingers in to dig out the ziplocks. And there is the fact that Gracie might leave a cup or markers out and he gets to it before I do.
Today before 10:00 he had thrown all of the bibs on the floor, thrown some toys in the garbage, eaten Sean's chapstic, eaten some crayons, there was close call with some markers but I caught that one soon enough, pooped twice (I know it doesn't count, but still), dumped both baskets of toys, and gotten to my plant again. Maybe the problem here is that I'm not learning and I need to just stack everything on the counters. Kitchen chairs, plants, garbage, toys, and lock every single drawer in our whole house.