Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Neices are great!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Humanitarian of the Year
Post Script: I can't change the background yet, I got a virus last time I tried, so we will have to make do with the Halloween background for a while. Sorry I haven't posted much recently, it's a direct effect of my hours at work. Boooo!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
The Pitch
We love being able to take the girls to womens sporting events - especially if its not raining. As I write this it is windy and rainy outside and both girls play this morning (brrr). Morrie and I went to another Sounders game 2 nights ago and it was fantastically awesome. Although we didn't win it was a tight match against the one other team that has the same stats as us- so it's no surprise that it was 0-0.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
12!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Fall!
Not that I would turn down a free trip to Hawaii, because I will be there tomorrow if you need me to, but the change of season is just perfect!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Fingerprints
This morning I woke up and wandered downstairs. As I turned the light on in the kitchen, I noticed the fingerprints all over the sliding glass door from where the kids eagerly open it up to go play outside with the dog. I noticed the doggie nose prints all over the lower part of the door as she looks outside scanning for cats, squirrels, and birds to go chase. I noticed the sticky maple syrup around the cabinet handle where I pull out the pancake ingredients every morning. I noticed the cat paw prints on the fridge from where she stands on her hind legs, leans on the freezer and peers into the open fridge and smells around (I keep telling her that is not where the catnip is hidden). I noticed the greasy fingerprints all over the kitchen sink sprayer because my girls can't just wash a dish, they have to SPRAY it off every time - and make water spray up onto the window in the process.
I noticed all these things and thought that maybe, just maybe, having a perfectly clean house wasn't all that it's cracked up to be. Maybe I like having all these reminders of the little paws and hands that live with me. Maybe it's okay to just enjoy the warm goodness of maple syrup, and be grateful that the kids are even getting the dishes and the water together.
Oh, who am I kidding? I totally cleaned the kitchen and wiped down every surface that those little gruby hands touch with antibacterial wipes while they were away at school. I erased every shred of evidence that I saw of smudges, prints, stickiness, stains and crumbs. And I enjoyed the cleanliness that was my kitchen for 4 hours.
Then they came home from school and the cat and dog ran all over the place in excitement, and the girls snacked and laid their homework in the crumbs and tossed their bags about and it was messy all over again. Tomorrow I will remember that it WAS clean, and it WAS nice, and Morrie will wonder why don't I ever clean up when I am at home by myself. Then I will pour maple syrup all over him.
I noticed all these things and thought that maybe, just maybe, having a perfectly clean house wasn't all that it's cracked up to be. Maybe I like having all these reminders of the little paws and hands that live with me. Maybe it's okay to just enjoy the warm goodness of maple syrup, and be grateful that the kids are even getting the dishes and the water together.
Oh, who am I kidding? I totally cleaned the kitchen and wiped down every surface that those little gruby hands touch with antibacterial wipes while they were away at school. I erased every shred of evidence that I saw of smudges, prints, stickiness, stains and crumbs. And I enjoyed the cleanliness that was my kitchen for 4 hours.
Then they came home from school and the cat and dog ran all over the place in excitement, and the girls snacked and laid their homework in the crumbs and tossed their bags about and it was messy all over again. Tomorrow I will remember that it WAS clean, and it WAS nice, and Morrie will wonder why don't I ever clean up when I am at home by myself. Then I will pour maple syrup all over him.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Was that a weekend??
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Cross Country!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Izzy rocks!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Maria today, Isabelle tomorrow
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Hairnets?
So Izzy came home with a "free" goldfish from school. I would like to know who it is "free" for, becasuse $30 later we now have our very own fish habitat. It is supposed to be her prayer buddy, and how would it look if she went back and said her parents killed her prayer buddy (who is named after an actual person from youth group)? Hi, Angelika, my parents didn't want you and they let you die. Hmmm...doesn't sound quite right...
Maria is stoked to have anything that resembles another pet in the house. She feels however that she should have been the one to get the next pet. When the kids were little I put off their begging for a pet with "You can have your own pet when you are 12". Shooooot, they have long memories and have brought it up no less than 73 times a year ever since then. Isabelle got Annie at age 10 because of extreme circumstances (read: free purebred pet coming our way).
Maria has been working the beg/pester/wish train for the better part of 12 months now even though I have assured her, that her pet really has to come at age 12. We are all FULL UP at the moment. She was not happy about this. THEN, her sister comes home with her very own pet fish (which nobody asked her mom about) and Isabelle now has 2 pets before Maria can even get her first one. This is not looking good. Can we just name some of the birds and squirrels outside or something?
So we have this "free" fish. It is a little shell shocked and not swimming much. Morrie and I are trying to make sure that the cats don't go fishing for lunch. We were discussing ways to cover the opening of the fishbowl for extra protection. Morrie said "We could get some flexible wire mesh and rubberband it around the lip of the fishbowl". I replied "Oh, a hairnet could work too". He came back with "Why don't we think of something even MORE GHETTO and do that??". I still can't stop laughing. Can you think of something more ghetto?
Maria is stoked to have anything that resembles another pet in the house. She feels however that she should have been the one to get the next pet. When the kids were little I put off their begging for a pet with "You can have your own pet when you are 12". Shooooot, they have long memories and have brought it up no less than 73 times a year ever since then. Isabelle got Annie at age 10 because of extreme circumstances (read: free purebred pet coming our way).
Maria has been working the beg/pester/wish train for the better part of 12 months now even though I have assured her, that her pet really has to come at age 12. We are all FULL UP at the moment. She was not happy about this. THEN, her sister comes home with her very own pet fish (which nobody asked her mom about) and Isabelle now has 2 pets before Maria can even get her first one. This is not looking good. Can we just name some of the birds and squirrels outside or something?
So we have this "free" fish. It is a little shell shocked and not swimming much. Morrie and I are trying to make sure that the cats don't go fishing for lunch. We were discussing ways to cover the opening of the fishbowl for extra protection. Morrie said "We could get some flexible wire mesh and rubberband it around the lip of the fishbowl". I replied "Oh, a hairnet could work too". He came back with "Why don't we think of something even MORE GHETTO and do that??". I still can't stop laughing. Can you think of something more ghetto?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Oh Dog!
I am convinced that nobody even reads this blog anymore, so I am doing this more as a diary entry for the kids to look back on and giggle.
Dear Diary,
Annie, our dog, is a rascal. She loves her squeaky tennis balls. She stands in the kitchen and whines while starring intently at the cupboard in which they sit. When we pull them out she hops all over and races out the door to play.
So, there I am the other day. Playing in the back yard with her. I stand at one end with a tennis racket and lob them over to the other end and she races like she is in the doggie Nascar. Top speed across the yard, back and forth, back and forth.
Sometimes she will decide that one of the three squeaky balls is somehow better than the others. She hoards it. She will race for the flying ball, find it and realize it is the love of her life and keep it in her mouth while finding a quiet spot in the yard to mouth it. She will not give it back to me. Unless of course, I start to play with one of the other balls and convince her that what I hold is indeed much more valuable than what she holds. This sometimes works. I giggle.
The other day she races across the yard for my tennis serve, gets the ball, comes across the deck (why she can't just run over the lawn I have no idea, she prefers to run up and over the deck to me) back to my side, but no ball. I walk to the other side of the deck and look and look. I finally find it under the stairs of the deck, get it out and resume flinging tennis balls.
This happens several more times, she return to me with no ball. Each time it is under the stairs. I test her. Turns out this is what she is doing: Every time she grabs a ball that isn't her beloved, she comes over the deck to me. BUT, before she runs up the stairs to the deck, the drops the ball so it will go under the stairs. She runs over to me thinking that I am now forced to throw her favorite ball and not that yucky ball that she has hidden from the evil mommy forces.
I think I can hear her giggling.
Dear Diary,
Annie, our dog, is a rascal. She loves her squeaky tennis balls. She stands in the kitchen and whines while starring intently at the cupboard in which they sit. When we pull them out she hops all over and races out the door to play.
So, there I am the other day. Playing in the back yard with her. I stand at one end with a tennis racket and lob them over to the other end and she races like she is in the doggie Nascar. Top speed across the yard, back and forth, back and forth.
Sometimes she will decide that one of the three squeaky balls is somehow better than the others. She hoards it. She will race for the flying ball, find it and realize it is the love of her life and keep it in her mouth while finding a quiet spot in the yard to mouth it. She will not give it back to me. Unless of course, I start to play with one of the other balls and convince her that what I hold is indeed much more valuable than what she holds. This sometimes works. I giggle.
The other day she races across the yard for my tennis serve, gets the ball, comes across the deck (why she can't just run over the lawn I have no idea, she prefers to run up and over the deck to me) back to my side, but no ball. I walk to the other side of the deck and look and look. I finally find it under the stairs of the deck, get it out and resume flinging tennis balls.
This happens several more times, she return to me with no ball. Each time it is under the stairs. I test her. Turns out this is what she is doing: Every time she grabs a ball that isn't her beloved, she comes over the deck to me. BUT, before she runs up the stairs to the deck, the drops the ball so it will go under the stairs. She runs over to me thinking that I am now forced to throw her favorite ball and not that yucky ball that she has hidden from the evil mommy forces.
I think I can hear her giggling.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Opening Weekend!
This girl came down the field to score a goal, and Isabelle as sweeper ran and cut her off. The ball went wide of the goal, well done Izzy!
Here she is clearing the ball, she did that a lot during this game. Both girls lost, but they played fantastic and the weather was suuuper warm. It was fun. We then headed to one of Izzy's teammates homes for a pool party and bbq. What a day! Then the Sounders won, really, having our cake and eating it too??
Friday, September 11, 2009
Today: Henna Artist
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
School?
Friday, September 4, 2009
Sleepy Time
Thursday, September 3, 2009
First Day of School!
We plan on having a nice, rainy Labor Day weekend, complete with a few BBQ's. Last weekend we went and saw the women Husky soccer team play - it was so fun - and this weekend Morrie will go to the football game. We're hoping for some great things for the Huskies this year! I hear they have even painted the endzones like they had them in the early 90's when we kicked pac 10 booty.
Our most exciting news about yesterday is of course that the Sounders won the US Open Cup Championship! Verrrry exciting game. The kids are happy because Mom is in a good mood after the Sounders win - kind of like Dad when the Huskies win!!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
New Haircut!
Izzy has been looking forward to cutting her hair for several months now. I made her appointment weeks ago, and then last week Maria got a friendly soccer match scheduled for the exact same time! Morrie was too tired from his climb to get up early for soccer, so I had soccer duty and he took Izzy to our uber fantastic hair stylist, Ali. Ali called me and we chatted and she said Izzy was already enjoying her appointment sans parents. Ali is one of the parents from Izzy's class, so luckily Morrie could leave her for the appointment and everyone was comfortable with that. Can you believe she is going into 7th grade???
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The boys!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Husky Picture Day!
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