by Lucky Red Hen on June 6, 2007
The first pic, she’s smiling perfectly. After a while she’s DONE with pictures (mmm look at that yummy light)…
He’s usually patient with me when I take his picture. His smile is often overdone these days but I can get his authentic grin by saying something funny (I’ve always got something funny to say). The first is on a tree stump that he managed to get on without falling into the brink. He was so excited for me to take his picture. The second is showing that he’s DONE too…
Q: Did you really think ALL my pictures turn out fabulous? Tee hee. Sometimes you have to get through a lot of duds to find the gems (that’s why I take so many pictures).
by Lucky Red Hen on March 14, 2007
Delaney is here today playing with Piper. It’s lunchtime…
Delaney: “I’m hungry. I want yunch.”
Me: “You do? Well then, let’s make some.”
Delaney: “I want a yummy yunch.”
Me: “I can do that. We have yummy food.”
Delaney: “I DON’T want a yucky yunch. Yucky yunch is gross!”
Delaney’s Yummy Yunch (not yucky yunch)
rolled up Black Forest ham sliced (that she unrolls and sticks on her forehead like Piper)
Dora the Explorer yogurt (she asks for a spoon then uses her finger to scoop out the top)
1/2 banana (no story with that one; bummer, isn’t it?)
milk in a sippy cup (didn’t want a regular cup)
by Lucky Red Hen on January 21, 2007
Piper was excited about something and said to me, “Oly mokes, mom! Oly mokes!”
“Oly mokes, huh? What’s oly mokes?” I replied, wanting to know what she was all excited about.
“You know, oly mokes like oh geez!” she said in a “duh” tone that a 3yr old is so good at.
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I’ve been trying to weed out all the stuff I really don’t need to move again (don’t worry, it’s not in the near future but I’m trying to get started so I’m not hauling the same stuff for the next 5 moves like I’ve done for the last 5).
Putting together a pile of books (why would I need to keep What To Expect When You’re Expecting?) I found a few pretty-much blank notebooks that I meant to use for writing down the clever things my kids say and do.
It reminded me of when Jack was little and he’d say something was sicky when it was scary. When he was scared he’d say he was sicked. That stuff needs to be written down so I can look back after they move out and get all teary eyed at the times that were sweet that are long gone.
Ooh, which brings me to another story for later. Got some old papers and photos (I need to scan) mailed to me the other day. So many emotions looking through them.
Way fun – but you’ll have to hold YOUR HORSES ;o) before you see that post. Harharhar.
by Lucky Red Hen on January 5, 2007
My 6yr old son, Jack, was talking to grandma on the phone about his Christmas vacation…
Jack: I woke up in the middle of the night and SAW SANTA!!!
Gma: You did?
Jack: Yeah!
Gma: What did he look like?
Jack: He was 10 feet fat!
We’re creating our Wii characters just a minute ago and I was making “mommy” (that’s me). You can change eye shape & color, hair style & color, face shape & color, etc. When we got to the height & weight portion and I made me the tallest (compared to the kids, I am) then I adjusted the weight up a smidge from the middle and Piper says…
Piper: No, mom! Move it all the way over!
Me: No, I’m not THAT big!
Piper: Yes you ARE!
Jack: No, Piper, she’s not THAT big.
Piper: Yes she IS! She IS that big! She’s WAY bigger!
by Lucky Red Hen on November 27, 2006
by Lucky Red Hen on November 22, 2006
Last week I had Katie & Rebekah over with their kids for lunch (I make a MEAN homemade mac n’ cheese). I figured if I fed them they’d share some photography secrets. Thank you thank you thank you both! It’s fun to see what we all saw… click here for Katie’s pics of the day and here for Rebekah’s images.
Katie, the model, Benson.
Jack & mom (that’s me), courtesy of Rebekah Westover.
Katie’s daughter, Ella “luv bugs”.
Rebekah “getting jiggy-wit-it” LOL.
My handsome man, Jack.
Rebekah giving her “buggy” a love squeeze.
My favorite of my daughter, Piper. She’ll do anything for chocolate.
Katie workin’ the x-process.
Made this a little grainy for a softer, old-fashioned, feel.
Drip, drip, drip.
Mother and daughter, Rebekah & Violet.
by Lucky Red Hen on October 25, 2006
by Lucky Red Hen on September 1, 2006
She has been having a fever come and go, but mostly come. We’ve been alternating between Motrin and the Tylenol with Cold medicine (but every 4hrs, not every 2 like you can – I’m not a big druggie).
She’s relatively well behaved when sick; except when she’s eating, shivering with fever, not getting her way, wanting to jump on the trampoline or wants to get dressed and out of her pj’s. But really, she’s a trooper.
Now that she’s 3 and more verbal she can, and does, tell us what hurts. If she gets an owie she requests a “nandaid” or tells me she’s going to get “bud” (blood) from her owie if she doesn’t get said nandaid (there’s no scrape or anything). With this fevering illness, she’s been having headaches; I think. This is what she says…
“My head’s crackin’.”
Wuh? Crackin’? Alright.
Have some more medicine and how ’bout some peanut M&M’s for good measure.
It’s fall but it’s been SNOWING throughout the day today. This is my 3-year-old showing me the fallen leaves she gathered a few weeks ago in the park.
