Sunday, September 23, 2012

The letter "I"

Apparently due to a DVR malfunction I've discovered that we have like 8 versions of the same Sesame Street.  Fischer has seen the same show like 100 times.  I was first tipped off when she used to know her letters and now was saying "I" for every letter.  Oh and we got the #6 down pat too.


Shredding...



Do you love me mama?

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Emerald Isle 2012

Emerald Isle
It was about 2-3foot wind swell and she got mad I wouldn't take here in the ocean.  Daddy liked.




Stone Barns - Come for the coffee and baby lambies.





Our music together class is just about to wrap up, but a blogworthy event that occurs almost everytime needs to be recorded.  Every class has a free dance song where all the adults getup and dance with the kids.  Since Fischer is now potty trained, her bladder seems to go off like an alarm and she drags mommy to the bathroom during this critical 5 minute song.  Its a new level of awkward since you are left with very few options.

  1. Dance by yourself and just try to pretend you aren't surrounded with toddlers.
  2. Grab someone else's kid and dance. (pretty risky maneuver)
  3. Act too cool to dance, cross your arms, bob your head like its the back of the club. (the beat is off I'm just waiting for the right time)
  4. Fake that you "accidentally" left something in the car. (kind of a cop out and frowned upon by the overzealous instructor)

    Dancing by yourself to kids songs is undoubtedly one of those things you didn't imagine yourself doing.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Easter...the hunt is on.

Some fast paced egging.


F you Donnie Darko, I don't want what your sellin'


Orion with a triumphant find.






And I leave you with a Hiney Shake.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Fingerpaints, Choking, Happy Birthday, and Merry Christmas

Fingerpaints
With new Christmas gifts from grandma (Lita) I released it with full freedom.






Happy Birthday "we hope you survive"


Within the first 5 minutes of Fischer's Birthday party we almost lost a guest. Right in the middle of me telling the story of Fischer choking on a tortilla chip, Lyla (2 year old neighbor) is clutching her throat and beat red. We rushed over to help as her dad followed 0 instructions and began smacking her on the back. An odd mexican vomit ensued which to me signaled this party wasn't going to be half bad.









Merry Christmas




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