So, tonight, I made a delicious stir-fry. Isaac scarfed it down. Eve decided that she didn't want to eat any cooked vegetables. Esther was just picking at her food. I decided to lay the law down and told the girls that they had two choices. One - they could go straight to bed or two - they could sit at the table until all their food was gone. I wandered away to the kitchen for a moment. When I came back, Esther was in the bathroom. I asked what she was doing because I thought she was stalling. She said that she was going to throwup.
Ha! I thought and told her in my most manly Dad voice, "then you can throw up at the table. Get back there."
Surprisingly, she came right out, took three steps, and threw up on the carpet.
Yeah, she called my bluff.
Patrick
Update: 1:27 am - Eve also decided to throw up. Much more gross. And no, it wasn't food poisoning from dinner. Everyone who actually ate their food (me, Emily, and Isaac) are just fine.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Creative Eve
If you know our little Evie- you know that she LOVES to draw! Here is her stylized drawing of "Purple Pie" Esther-loo's pet toy poodle. I love that she doesn't use the exact same colors- she definitely knows exactly how she wants it done- HER way!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Cinderelly
Last week it was Eve's special day at school. She insisted on wearing her Cinderella dress AND having me do her hair like Cinderella. I thought it was too stinking cute so I took pictures to share with you all!
New Arrivals
No. You are not hallucinating- those really are chickens.
Patrick has this crazy plan to raise chickens for eggs- and to eat them in the fall. Hmm. . . we'll see about that last part. This is the day we got them when we brought them home in a box from the store.
Three chickens, three children- each kid got to name a chick. Isaac's is the brown one on the right- he named his Francois.
Eve's is the yellow one. She named hers Hannah.
Esther's little black chick's name is Fluffy.
Eve loves to pet the chicks. Here she is holding Fluffy. Oh, boy. It begins.
Right about now,Fluffy is screaming for help!
Help me!
Patrick made them a little chicken wire place where they'd be safe- oh, wait, Esther can still get in! Our cat, however, cannot. Speaking of Cat- she was VERY excited about the chicks and tried to get them a couple times when we first brought them home. Now she'll leave them alone if they are together- but if one wanders off. . . .
Now, it is a few weeks later and the chicks are shedding their cute-fluffiness for grown-up feathers.
AND Patrick is building a new chicken coop for them. Here are the kids painting it.
Maybe if we hide here those huge monsters won't find us!
When the new abode is finished, I'll take some more pictures. Oh, and a note about chickens- you can't tell if they are female or male until they are grown- so we really have no idea what we've got yet! hee hee
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