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Don't be Jealous

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little boy in skirt little girl in suit little girl wearing a tie

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little girl wearing suit fire hat little boy and girl wearing trucker hats

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little girl wearing funny overalls little girl wearing pants over pajamas

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But, not everyone's kids can have the fashion sense mine do.


Cracker Man

One Halloween (when he was 3 or 4?) Tyson insisted on being Cracker Man.

Me, Grandma, Mom and Cracker Man - Incognito

You know, Cracker Man -- the superhero who flies around town delivering crackers to everyone.

Or perhaps just to those who are good?

Tyson could never quite describe to us what Cracker Man looked like, so Mom came up with a pretty standard superhero costume of cape, tights, and a large star on the chest.

Tyson was satisfied.

Years later, we decided that he'd been inspired by the man on the crackerjack box, but had let his imagination take over from there.

Anyone else's family have legendary Halloween costumes -- beyond princesses and firemen?


Fathers and Sons

This week was our church's annual Fathers and Sons campout. It's basically a campout for everyone in the church with a Y chromosome.

Going diggin' in "The Beast" is the highlight of Herbie's year. He thinks the other stuff is cool, but this will be the thing he'll talk about for the rest of the year.

boys and dad in giant truckOnce they get there, they do lots of back-to-nature type things like burn gasoline,

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and eat ice cream sandwiches.

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I hear Moses had a bunch of Ralph Wiggum moments where he blurted out random things that had nothing to do with what anyone else was talking about.
Hey! Why did air get in my mouth?
I like to play with Playdoh!
This week was also the last week of school. Ruby came down wearing this on the last day with a very pleased look on her face.
Mom! Herbie says I look very nice!
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Her prayer that day?
Please bless the teachers that they won't miss us too much, and that they'll remember us.

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This is Linus quietly (oh, so quietly) sneaking into bed with Woo.
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We must be the most oblivious parents ever because one day we looked into Penelope's mouth, and there was a giant top tooth.

Who knows how long she's had it.

Anyway, we've been reminded again that teething happens to babies, and we're blaming her crankiness today on the two upper teeth very near the surface.

I've been playing around with the tilt-shift function on my photos. I'm not sure that I like it, but it may also be that I'm not very good at it yet.

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And finally, Woo's latest billion dollar idea:
Since these crazy mud, color, whipped cream, scrambled egg, etc. runs are all the rage, I'm starting my own! The Radder Bladder! (Don't even think of stealing my idea!) Drink 1 gallon of liquid then run, or stagger, past rivers, waterfalls, drippy faucets, filthy public bathrooms for 15 kilometers. Special categories for 4 yr old boys and pregnant women! Sponsored by Huggies and The Kidney Foundation ...
He's looking for a logo. Any ideas?


Bawling Down the Street (Part 2)

You can read Part 1 of Bawling Down the Street here.

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(Josey and Tyson around the time of this story. Or maybe a little younger.)

Lots of kids grow up with dogs, and are very comfortable with them, but we did not.

We lived in a little duplex with a chain link fence running around the entire back yard. On one side lived a couple of large huskies, and on the other side lived a couple of loud, lively and (looking back now) small dogs.

I don't remember ever having any interest in the dogs, but Tyson and Josey discovered that they could play with the dogs through the fence. The smaller dogs were the most fun (and probably less scary. We were chickens, remember?).

One day Tyson and Josey were really having a good time. They were yelling, running up to the fence, running away, possibly poking some sticks through the fence, laughing, etc.

And those dogs were going crazy. I imagine they were dying to get over that fence to romp and play with those little boys.

The dogs jumped higher and higher, which made Tyson and Josey laugh and tease even more.

Eventually Jos and Tys decided to move around to the front of the yard where the fence was shorter. A big mistake (well, from their perspective).

The dogs easily cleared that fence, and even though they were little, didn't seem so little when you were little yourself. Not to mention that they could jump into your face.

Tyson and Josey acted like they were being attacked by a swarm of hornets: swatting, running around blindly, and screaming. Tyson, in particular, had a high pitched, neighborhood-carrying scream :).

The dogs were having the time of their life, but my brothers were rescued before too long by a neighbor.

It took a long time for them to get over that.

Well, actually, they may still not be over it. Neither is a dog lover, but at least they don't slink away and hide whenever they see a dog now. (I don't think).


Dandelion Pop

little boy blowing dandelion seeds instagramWoo decided to wage war on the dandelions in our yard last year. He spent hours pulling them up from our lawn, and this year he's started out strong.

We're the only ones on the block trying to get rid of our dandelions, and (oddly enough) the only ones with a back pasture that looks like this:

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Yes, they're spreading to the lawn, large crops sprouting up, seemingly, overnight. I keep thinking Woo will give up, but I don't think he can, for some reason.

Maybe it's the spirit of the old man, Vernon, who lived here before we did, and also couldn't leave the dandelions alone, we're told.

little boy blowing dandelion seeds instagramRemember Herbie's sloppy outfit from last week? When he wore the exact same thing for his class field trip this week, we began to think that he thought he was dressed up.
Woo: Is that your special occasion outfit, Herbie?

Herbie: No!!!

But, I was going to wear it for Valentines Day ...
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These shameless dandelions are growing in the park, not our yard.

The kids have some friends in school who are (or claim to be) half-Indian, half-Mexican, etc. Herbie tried really hard to be half-something himself.
Herbie: Dad, we're half-pilgrim.

Right, Mom?

Mom said we're half-pilgrim.

Me: Er ... I might have said we're descendants of pilgrims ...

Herbie: See, Dad, we're half-pilgrim!
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We hadn't seen our next door neighbor for a couple of days. Someone suggested that he was out of town, but Moses had other ideas.
Moses: He's being eaten by dinosaurs!!

Me: Oh?

Where do dinosaurs live, Moses?

Moses: Africornia!!
An exotic, dangerous place, if I've ever heard one.

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Penelope has some serious stranger anxiety these days. She will NOT give someone she doesn't know a smile. It does not matter what they do or how goofy they are: tough luck!

Also, if someone she doesn't know is sitting by her, no toy is captivating enough or food delicious enough to be enjoyed. It is a catastrophe!

Of course, if Mom is holding her, then anyone can be tolerated.

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Ruby's class performed an opera that they wrote about the seasons. Ruby was one of the lucky few who got to represent winter.

It was pretty clear that she was roasting in her snow pants, coat, boots and hat --- she kept trying to discretely remove her coat during the (pretty darn long) opera. Combine that with the fact that the opera was held close to her bedtime, and you have Ruby, in a dazed stupor, on stage.

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This is not a dazed stupor. I've decided it's impossible (for me anyway) to take decent pictures in an auditorium.

Linus keeps talking a little bit more, and a little bit more. Some of his favorites are "Backhoe!! Mom! Backhoe!" (This applies to tractors and all heavy machinery, as well as backhoes.) "Bike!" and his all time favorite, "Buk-ket Bawl! Buk-ket Bawl!"

He's saying, "Basketball," but he loves it so much that he'll yell it at balloons or anything even vaguely round or even repeat it over and over again at nothing in particular.

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I've started to go on twice-a-day runs three times a week in preparation for Ragnar. The bad news is: I never feel good. Every run is painful. The good news is: I am getting faster.

Well, that's about it for our week. Anyone else actually pull dandelions out by hand? Come on, you spray them, don't you? (If you care about them at all.)