Thursday, April 7, 2011

i need some bloggy love.

Why the (insert any/all expletive{s}) is the spacing on this blog
that I've had for a really long time
so crazy?
Why can't it just do what I say?
And not double, triple, quadruple space what I write?
For the love of god,
please someone,
anyone
tell me why
and how to freakin fix it.

{OK...so I just read some of the help sites
and maybe using google chrome
instead of internet explorer will fix it.
we'll see.}

talent.

It took a lot longer to go get the marshmallows
for these Curious George inspired crafts

(George built a bridge for ducklings with his)

than we actually spent making them.

I recommend not using (really, really) old spaghetti noodles

that break in half when you glance in their direction.


Charlie liked it though.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

heaven

I went a little overboard on the pics for Rachel.


Off to Maui... We spent the first 3 nights in Wailea And then moved to Kaanapali and settled into our little piece of heaven. This was our breakfast nook with a view of the humpbacks The kids loved the pirate ship (and yes I made them wear these matching mullet hats the whole week) BIG deal that our completely freaked out little swimmer is sliding head first into the water. It was abnormally windy while we were there so the beach was not a happy place. The kids tolerated the sand whipping their faces for about 20 minutes and then we were out.

The best part about the trip was hanging out with my sister

and her boyfriend, Sam, who live in Anchorage.

Rich and Chris had a hard time keeping up with 23 year old Sam

but loved the excuse to golf, snorkel, watch basketball games,

visit the pool bar, etc. with him.



Our favorite travel companion, Auntie Deesh.
The dudes new favorite thing is to hug and then

body slam eachother.

Sweet but I see many bloody faces in the future.

One of many reasons the worship their Bomp.


We all slept hard.






We waited in line for almost 2 hours for breakfast at the Gazebo.

Charlie was not impressed.


Charlie was frozen in this position for about

10 minutes while Lulu gave him a back tickle.

One of the million reasons they worship her.




Waiting for our car to go to dinner

We probably ate 10,000 calories a day.
And had some of my favorite meals ever.

Heading home.

Not happy to be back to normal.

We miss you Maui.

And will be back in 730 days.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Our friend is back.


So relieved this little dude is finally feeling better.
We thought our sweet little Char was turning into the devil.
But he is back.
A little sassier than before
but nowhere near as naughty as he was while sick.

hardy har har

That little one is laughing so hard

he can't catch his breathe.

And they did this about 36 times.

I hope there is just one time in my life

I make someone laugh this hard.

Big bros are so fun.

The anatomy of a picture of Will.

In his defense I think I was taking pictures of something
that could potentially be used against him in the future.
I wish I could remember what it was.
This is how things go down when the camera comes out.
#1 crying, whining, slapping away at me.
#2 running (think distance between subject and camera)

#3 anger. (can you hear him screaming "STOP!!!!!!!!!!")

#4 Defeat?
Is it sick that I love that I can do this to him so easily.

Remember the sears catalog?


I don't think I ever got one all to myself as a kid
but I worshipped the one my next door neighbor had.
I think I remember borrowing it and making a deal
with Santa or god or whoever was in charge "out there"
that if I could just have one myself I wouldn't need any presents.
I think I also "knew" that it was ok to make that deal
about no presents because I "knew" that whatever
got circled in the catalog would be all mine.
Cause thats how it works, right?
Well, our little friend is now obsessed with Playmobil.
He got a Playmobil catalog in his hot little hands last weekend
and has fallen asleep with happy little fantasies about
owning all those $200 castles and boats and fighting a
pirate/knight/dragon war right there in his room.