Awesome!
We decided to take full advantage of it.
Dyleva began doing partner yoga poses.
They were awesome and super into it!
21 October 2017
Dual Poses
Dyleva was gifted mats by their Daddy who was at an estate sale.
Awesome!
We decided to take full advantage of it.
Dyleva began doing partner yoga poses.
They were awesome and super into it!
Awesome!
We decided to take full advantage of it.
Dyleva began doing partner yoga poses.
They were awesome and super into it!
Haunted Hayride
I have always loved Halloween. It is my favorite holiday!
So our town puts on a "Haunted Hayride."
Jeff and I always like to support local initiatives.
I remember, Eva was 4, Dylan 2, and we first went to the Bowmansville Haunted Hayride.
Wow.
Big mistake. There were chainsaws hacking up body parts, creatures jumping up on the tractor, people bleeding and screaming for help.
Yes, I was 'Mother of the Year,' that year.
I just distracted them, "Hey look at how big the moon is tonight!"
****
Fast forward four years. We are back. And hopefully mature enough. It certainly gained in popularity because we waited more than an hour.
Still viciously gory. But Dyleva was okay with it. I love scary; but I don't like gory. After we talked about which parts we liked and didn't like.
Boo!
Here are some additional snapshots of our Halloween experience:
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| Halloween Maze |
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| Pumpkin Farm |
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| Their dummy: Donald Trump |
Marley
Our poor puppy.He's getting old.
First he went deaf. Not that big of a deal. Actually jealous of that in this house.
But now he is....spiteful? delusional? incontinent?
Hard to diagnose. But he goes in the house, the minute we leave the house. Sometimes while we are here.
Well, Jeff and I get angry. We yell (ineffectively) at a deaf dog and smack his bottom.
Dyleva is not having it.
Holy cow.
You would think someone was torturing them. They start sobbing. "Don't hurt Mimi!!!" and throw themselves over the dog.
Really? For the record, neither of them is offering to clean up after angelic Marley.
So after the third "freak out," I sat them down.
"What do you propose I do?" I asked them.
Eva said withhold treats. Not bad. Done.
Dylan said to put diapers on him.Okay.
I ordered a set.
Too small. His pene must have kept getting out because there is still tinkles on my floor.
I ordered a bigger set.
No change.
He is quartered off to the kitchen. Diapers aren't working. Neither is snack positive reinforcement or diapers.
It sucks getting old.
09 October 2017
The Battle of Lowercase 'p'
This week Eva was chosen "Student of the week!" at Doodlebugs.
What does this mean? I inquired politely.
Apparently, she makes a poster about.....her life? Things she likes?
Ok. I can handle this.
Meanwhile I am mentally doing the math....
There are about 10 kids in her after school program, including Dylan; 40 weeks in the year; please tell me I am not going to make 8 posters of my children...but anyway. Focus.
Student of the week!
We happened to have some fotos from the summer for another project we are working on. I ran a couple design ideas by Eva, which were quickly shot down.
But that's fine, its her project after all. She decided she wanted cats in the background, and photos with captions.
(For the record, that idea was far less complicated than my ideas, so I went with it.)
Eva did the whole thing. However, she tends to get a little lazy/careless, so I asked her to write the captions in pencil first, so I could check them.
I know it is only a Doodlebugs project, but if she's going to do it, it is going to be correct.
She did a beautiful job. Nice and neat, simple yet effective.
However, she (still) has an annoying habit of placing random capital letters in the middle of words. No reAsoN. JuSt beCaUSe.
So I pointed it out. "Hey Eva, can you fix your 'p' in these sentences?"
And so it began.
The battle of lowercase 'p.'
"No mommy, the other 'p' doesn't look right," she replied.
"Well I'm sorry; I did not create the alphabet Eva. Please change it."
"No! It looks wrong! I don't want to change it!"
Seriously, at this point, I cannot believe we are arguing over something so trivial.
This went on for some time. I eventually gave in; after all; it is a Doodlebug's project.
But I did express my great displeasure.
"Eva, I don't know where we went wrong. I have raised you to appreciate all letters equally. I don't understand or accept your discrimination of the lowercase 'p.' "
She just looked at me.
What does this mean? I inquired politely.
Apparently, she makes a poster about.....her life? Things she likes?
Ok. I can handle this.
Meanwhile I am mentally doing the math....
There are about 10 kids in her after school program, including Dylan; 40 weeks in the year; please tell me I am not going to make 8 posters of my children...but anyway. Focus.
Student of the week!
We happened to have some fotos from the summer for another project we are working on. I ran a couple design ideas by Eva, which were quickly shot down.
But that's fine, its her project after all. She decided she wanted cats in the background, and photos with captions.
(For the record, that idea was far less complicated than my ideas, so I went with it.)
Eva did the whole thing. However, she tends to get a little lazy/careless, so I asked her to write the captions in pencil first, so I could check them.
I know it is only a Doodlebugs project, but if she's going to do it, it is going to be correct.
She did a beautiful job. Nice and neat, simple yet effective.
However, she (still) has an annoying habit of placing random capital letters in the middle of words. No reAsoN. JuSt beCaUSe.
So I pointed it out. "Hey Eva, can you fix your 'p' in these sentences?"
And so it began.
The battle of lowercase 'p.'
"No mommy, the other 'p' doesn't look right," she replied.
"Well I'm sorry; I did not create the alphabet Eva. Please change it."
"No! It looks wrong! I don't want to change it!"
Seriously, at this point, I cannot believe we are arguing over something so trivial.
This went on for some time. I eventually gave in; after all; it is a Doodlebug's project.
But I did express my great displeasure.
"Eva, I don't know where we went wrong. I have raised you to appreciate all letters equally. I don't understand or accept your discrimination of the lowercase 'p.' "
She just looked at me.
07 October 2017
Foto shoot
Dyleva's Tia Jenna is an amazing artista and creative forcé. But she is a busy girl.
She does me the favor of photographing Dyleva every year.
But I'm kind of a pain, because I look for a new place every year.
^^^^^^^^^^^
Saturday morning. I wake up. Rain pouring down. Bummer.
But Jenna is a trooper; and the weather clears midday.
We all gather to hike through the reserve. Surprisingly, there isn't much mud.
Dyleva is mostly cooperative.
A Little silly at times.
Jenna photos about 5 shots. Then we head back.
Along the way, Eva finds a turtle. A tiny one. We take it to the wáter. We watch as the tortuga scurries into the wáter.
Next thing I know, we look up, and there is our crazy dog, swimming in the swamp.
Crazy dog.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B6rHcD3309YjUFFXSmFDaThMNkU/view?usp=sharing
Then we went out to lunch. Gracias Tia Jenna
https://lightroom.adobe.com/shares/a9ce1fd52f194d728330d1f2a334d837
She does me the favor of photographing Dyleva every year.
But I'm kind of a pain, because I look for a new place every year.
^^^^^^^^^^^
Saturday morning. I wake up. Rain pouring down. Bummer.
But Jenna is a trooper; and the weather clears midday.
We all gather to hike through the reserve. Surprisingly, there isn't much mud.
Dyleva is mostly cooperative.
A Little silly at times.
Jenna photos about 5 shots. Then we head back.
Along the way, Eva finds a turtle. A tiny one. We take it to the wáter. We watch as the tortuga scurries into the wáter.
Next thing I know, we look up, and there is our crazy dog, swimming in the swamp.
Crazy dog.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B6rHcD3309YjUFFXSmFDaThMNkU/view?usp=sharing
Then we went out to lunch. Gracias Tia Jenna
https://lightroom.adobe.com/shares/a9ce1fd52f194d728330d1f2a334d837
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