Monday, May 30, 2011
Weekend Roundup
2. Barney's Christmas and Barney's Halloween have been a staple this weekend. Oh, the joys of singing Deck the Halls and Jingle Bells in May.
3. Grace and I made egg carton caterpillars yesterday. Well, one looks like a caterpillar, one looks like an inch worm, and two look like three-headed monsters.
4. I think I may need to buy stock in Nemo swim diapers.
5. Grace has already outgrown her 2T swimsuits. I need to go shopping today.
6. Matt and I enjoyed the movie and dinner with friends.
7. We enjoyed Saturday morning at the beach.
8. Grace has eaten pretty much fruit non stop.
9. I also need to buy stock in Brothers-All-Natural Fruit Crisps.
10. I've been typing my students' poetry book.
11. And starting on our summer to-do list.
12. I like sleeping in...even if it is only until 7 a.m.
13. I learned Grace doesn't forget anything.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter Day
"Brothers and sisters: If then you were raised with Christ, seek what is above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Think of what is above, not of what is on earth; For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ your life appears, then you too will appear with him in glory." (Col. 3: 1- 4)
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Nothingness
1. Grace still gets me up at the butt crack of dawn, but I'm okay with it. I've been okay with it, since we're going on two years of it. Today, we took a walk along the beach before breakfast. I thought Grace might like to collect seashells. I couldn't have been more wrong. She just threw them back in the water.
2. I love just sitting on the beach and feeling the cool breeze and the sun and playing in the sand with Grace and running to the water to fill up her bucket and so on and so on.
3. I'm going to run out of books. I've already read Unbroken and Heaven is for Real. I will finish The Strange Case of Origami Yoda tomorrow morning. I need some more books, or I might not make it.
4. I can honestly say the only full episode of tv that I have watched is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. (We can thank Grace for this. I probably see more than I want of Mickey in one day.)
5. Did I mention eating lunch on the balcony or sharing a ice cream cone with Grace or listening to Grace sing me her original song or watch the excitement on her face when she realized she was swimming all by herself in her Puddle Jumper (I love that thing.) or having to go back to get Dora sunglasses because the five other ones in her purse just weren't going to cut it for her?
6. I love NOTHING. I love having no plan, no deadlines, no meetings, no anticipation of HAVING to do something.
7. I really don't want to return to reality.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Painting into Spring
She loved it. I used paper plates simply because the off-white/grey doodle paper I had just seemed too blah for me. And Grace modified the original plan of using thumbprints into using her pointer finger. And most of you know, there is no arguing with Grace. Can you tell which hyacinth Grace did by herself?
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Giving Thanks
1. Grace is long over her love of the Wiggles.
2. I'm on day two of Turbo Jam (and I haven't talked myself out of it.)
3. I gave up coffee.
4. Grace's laugh.
5. Pinkalicious books
6. Grace's cheesy smile
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Snow Day Craft
And without further ado....Grace's pretty Valentine tree.
It's official! We have a snow day here. Yes, there is snow on the ground. Yes, it is still snowing. All in all, we might have a total of two inches. I find this hilarious, since we have had more snow days here than most schools in Michigan have had the entire year. Yes, I realize the cities do not have the means to get rid of snow down here. Yes, I KNOW people down here do NOT know how to drive in rain, let alone, snow. I get it.
And because of this snow day, I figured it would be a great day for a Valentine Craft. I found this craft via The Crafty Crow, which is a must-see craft site. I figured I'd have to make the trunk, but Grace will be all over finger painting the top.