J's Pre-Thanksgiving Super-Mario Dance Party Extravaganza

So ... our little J has taken to wearing Groucho Marx glasses and wearing his Opa's driving cap and calling himself Mario. The kids got him dancing the other night and I just had to take a video on my phone. I can't guarantee that others will find this funny, but as for his family ... the result left us in stitches (oh, and listen closely to hear Mommy talk of soiling herself):

A true gem that we just had to share. Happy Thanksgiving!

C the artist

C is rarely to be seen without a pencil and sketchbook.
Here are a few of his recent drawings:

Tooth fairy time!

E lost her first tooth tonight!

Sunday Naptime

Sleepiness prevails. J asleep on my lap at church

So maybe I cried a little...

C is in 6th grade. At the end of the year 6th graders at his school go to Estes Park for 5 days. So, this morning after dropping E off at my awesome friend's house (who has saved my tush many times taking E to school when I am running late), I took S and C to school. J and I waited around to see C off on the bus.

C and his BFF are rooming together and are super excited.

C had to talk to J about leaving. J was not happy about it. Here C is trying to console J.

J: No. You NO go on bus.

C: Yes, I am, Jesse.

J: NO! No go on bus.

And then J was mad and wouldn't look at him.

J wanted to go to the car. When we got in he told me to go back to the bus.
"Go get C! Go get him off bus! He's not go on bus! Go get him!"

To tell the truth, I was relieved to go to the car so I could tear up and not feel like a total boob.

But, at least I wasn't alone. J was pretty upset, too.

Hats off!

So S and I went to a mother-daughter event at church a few months ago. There was a photographer and all kinds of fun hats. S and I had our own fun with the hats. Here are some of the shots.

Mammoth Fun

A few months ago our Nature and Science museum had a showing of mammoth bones which had been found recently. Here are some pics from that day. More to come. I have to scan them in.

Not so P.C., or, I see red paint in your future

My mom sent me an email with this link to a truly unbelievable performance.

I can't figure out how to embed the dang thing. . .

Trust me. Watch it. It is only a minute long. I've watched it 8 or 9 times. The rest of this post doesn't make sense if you don't watch it.

Do it. . .

Did you watch it?

No? Go do it, punk!

Now did you do it?

You did?

Good. Please continue.

Well... E and J watched it, too.

E watched it twice then turned to me and said,

"That's so mean! I can't believe they did that to those poor animals.

They should kill them before they put them on a coat!"

I laughed and laughed. She wasn't upset by the idea of killing the little guys at all. She was just opposed to them being made to hang onto a coat.

Are we doing a great job raising our kids, or what? lol