Saturday, February 28, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
because math
love Q's math homework tonight...
"how did you find the missing coin?"
his answer:
"i thinked in my head."
duh.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
dead presidents
quentin, watching a TV commercial, and chuckling:
"the presidents in the rocks were talking."
mount rushmore humor.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
subtle
as i am picking him up after school...
Q: i think we should keep our colors private from now on.
me: so you got yellow today, huh?
silence...
Q: i think we should keep our colors private from now on.
me: so you got yellow today, huh?
silence...
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
here comes pickle cottontail
hot gluing 100 cotton balls to a piece plastic tablecloth, to make a 100th day of school cape.
yeah, this is what my life has become.
and when did the 100th(ish) day of school become a thing?
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
free frozen fun
the library had a frozen craft and activity event today. since Q was off at a cub scout indoor waterpark trip, pickle and i checked it out
first, she built a snowman.
such focus.
then she made a snowball popper.
and followed it up with a game of frozen memory.
then we moved on to the bling... wand making!
then we took a break from crafting to do the scavenger hunt. they had clues hidden all over the library, a frozen word for each letter of the alphabet (as long as you're willing to give them "axe" for x.)
she was on a mission.
and back to crafts.
excellent use of two hours!!
Friday, February 6, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
asante sana squash banana
not sure what is up with sassy pickle, but it's one of only a few photos where she is a) awake and b) smiling.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
go pats
as i was tucking him in, Q whispered sweetly, "i hope our team wins the bowl, mommy."
they did buddy, they did.
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