Some folks think it's strange to go off and live in Japan & Bulgaria. I love the discovery of it all. Each time I'm somewhere new I see things with a fresh eye; the common becoms uncommen when you're coming from a different place. This is a neighborhood house that is COVERED in cats, cats in the yard, in the trees, on the sidewalk, on the trashcans. There is no sign of humans living here- though I hear tell of an owner...I've only seen cats. It's fascinating!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Expectations increase for Cort
Cort turned FIVE. Which is a big and dignified age. And I'm a bit embarrassed to say it aloud. Because when people know that you're five they sort of expect you to behave...at least a little. Cort behaves...at least a little...once in while.
He's old enough to be trusted with a baby in a stroller...though Sameson seems a little unsure how they're going to get down the front steps.
And he's reached the legal age for candy cigs in North Carolina. Cort, you're a wild man with painted nails and I'm just crazy about you. ...also crazy because of you.
He's old enough to be trusted with a baby in a stroller...though Sameson seems a little unsure how they're going to get down the front steps.
And he's reached the legal age for candy cigs in North Carolina. Cort, you're a wild man with painted nails and I'm just crazy about you. ...also crazy because of you.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Hooping as a family
Saturday, July 28, 2012
And there's littles
Are the littles even in this picture?! My kids are in a show and this is what you've got? This?! Seriously.
It's kinda lonely with the bigs at camp. But I keep myself entertained...turmeric and all. Today we made banana bread and Bill face times us. He is making tacos in the kitchen with his shirt off, while the kids talk to him and make banana bread. That's how we roll.
It's kinda lonely with the bigs at camp. But I keep myself entertained...turmeric and all. Today we made banana bread and Bill face times us. He is making tacos in the kitchen with his shirt off, while the kids talk to him and make banana bread. That's how we roll.
life in Minonk
Today we needed Onion powder, which is pretty much common. Right? So, you just rotate the rotating-double-layer-spice-rack-thingy with your handy backscratcher. While I take pictures and convulse into giggles on the floor watching you struggle with rotation using a BACKSCRATCHER.
Then we can complain about Bob and his excessive spice collection while he yells out "If you would look closely they are in alphabetical order!" from the cushy chair in the cow themed living room. Then we can't hear what else he's saying because I start crying I'm laughing so hard. And that's when Mom pulls a container of Turmeric down, it seems the back scratcher is not really all that good at gripping and lifting.
i'm a complainer
One thing you may not know is that I'm SUCH a complainer. Mostly to my mom, about the things she does. It's pretty much constant when we're together. She let the kids watch Shrek 2, bought twelve mini cakes for 5 people- twelve, I say! AND she still uses dryer sheets...dryer sheets I tell you!!!! There's aerosol cans for everything- hairspray, butter, cleaning products. Do not even get me started on the non-stick cookware. The house is like a cloud of carcinogens. Plus...there's her issue with using the camera. Take note: one should not ever hand this woman a camera.
The concert I missed at Vacation Bible School apparently involved pews, perms and lots of random children smooshed together in total darkness...
The worst part is that she's really NICE, she's actually incredbily sweet and kind ALL THE TIME. And, technically I know this- but in reality I can not stop complaining about every thing she does...because well, it's all wrong.
The concert I missed at Vacation Bible School apparently involved pews, perms and lots of random children smooshed together in total darkness...
The worst part is that she's really NICE, she's actually incredbily sweet and kind ALL THE TIME. And, technically I know this- but in reality I can not stop complaining about every thing she does...because well, it's all wrong.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Happy campers only
We have two very excited campers this year. I miss them but it's nice that I get a two week break from talking about what I learned at camp/other kids at camp/skills at camp/free swim at camp/breakfast at camp/tribal council/sock war/my counselor said...
We talk about camp EVERY DAY when the kids are not at camp. Camp has kinda taken over our lives and become the reason we spend 6 weeks apart (Bill is still in Bulgaria) and spend the nights in sketchy hotels and spend 11 hour days driving, etc. It's a little insane. But the kids will tell you it's worth it.
We talk about camp EVERY DAY when the kids are not at camp. Camp has kinda taken over our lives and become the reason we spend 6 weeks apart (Bill is still in Bulgaria) and spend the nights in sketchy hotels and spend 11 hour days driving, etc. It's a little insane. But the kids will tell you it's worth it.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Goodbye, Bulgaria
We have just landed in Minonk and Bulgaria is in the headlines here. Tragic and awful for these people on vacation, away from home and having fun. I feel a connection to Bulgaria and love it dearly like an akward and innocently offensive cousin. We made so many friends, from so many countries in Bulgaria. And I truly loved being surprised every time we went out...for two years...there was always something to goggle over. Bulgaria is so quirky and people can be so friendly, warm and so unabashedly rude that you never know what you're going to run into.
Driving around on our big highways and having to stay focused on my will in an effort not to buy everything in sight for it's discounted price tag seems to be what I notice today in midwest strip malls.
Coming home is so cozy and comfortable...but going out is a little sad and I might even miss Sofia three days after I left, potholes and all.
Driving around on our big highways and having to stay focused on my will in an effort not to buy everything in sight for it's discounted price tag seems to be what I notice today in midwest strip malls.
Coming home is so cozy and comfortable...but going out is a little sad and I might even miss Sofia three days after I left, potholes and all.
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
lemonade stand- drink at your own risk
Yesterday Billie had a friend over and the kids made up a lemonade stand. But we live on an insanely busy cobblestone road- people drive up the mtn like the tasmanian devil and it's NOT appropriate for a lemonade stand. So, it was for the 6 of us. I don't know what was risky about the lemonade and I know, Billie has an issue with spelling- what the heck is her teacher getting paid for?! I swear!
perfect morning
Today Jackson wrote the best newspaper ever (see below) and Cort (I mean Iron Speed- Iron man mask with Flash costume = Iron Speed) is having breakfast WITH HOME MADE rice milk!! being intimidating while cuddling a stuffed animal, Sloane is mothering an animal all wrapped up in a cradle in her game with Cort and Billie is listening to book 2 of the Kane chronicles on the I-pod after waiting weeks for it while it was on hold at the library. Sometimes our mornings are just wonderful when we have nothing to do. I'm blogging in the yard- because I need to keep my hair in the sun...you may have heard, I washed it today.
Ninja News
Jackson made up a family newspaper. Complete with reading page with small, sound-it-out words for the littles. How awesome is that? And, the headline is: Mom washed her hair. Which made it in BEFORE Brodie's birthday and therefore makes it sound like very important news, but I swear- I do wash my hair sorta regularly. Pretty much.
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