move over, ansel adams

quentin loves to steal with my camera. he knows how to turn it on and press the button. focusing, now that's another story. here are some of the artistic perspectives he captured today.

grave digger, upside down, on captain's curse

bottles of sunscreen. two.

bucket of random toys blurry and a flag.

portrait of the artist.

feet.

kitchen window, looking up #1

kitchen window, looking up #2

dolled up for gym class

this is totally how you work out, right??

blurry but i like how it looks like bailey wants to eat her barrette.

burning off some sugar

because we've had a lot.

party numero dos

friday night after school we had another little party for caroline. her mimi ventured to trenton during the day and got a beautiful cake from the family's favorite bakery. yum. caroline agreed with the general consensus that eet gud rocks.

happy birthday sweet caroline!

happy birthday to my sweet baby girl! i can't believe how big my princess pickle is!

heron party

we had a birthday party for caroline today at school. her friends enjoyed pizza and cupcakes. poor caroline has a nasty and unexplained rash, which of course, is worst on her poor face. but she somehow managed to keep her white dress clean all day!

growing up overnight

pickle went to bed 1 and will wake up 2. where did the time go?

maybe?

Q pooped on the potty three more times today. maybe he finally gets it???

holy shh....

Q voluntarily pooped on the potty at school yesterday afternoon. he's pooped on the potty here at home 3 times already today! holy cow!

funny and apparently tasty

Q had me rolling again this morning.  he was awake but still hanging out in our bed.  bailey the beagle started licking Q's ankles (yeah, i don't understand either.)  Q admonished him, "bailey!  stop!  i am NOT delicious!"

one week

until my baby is two.

not entirely sure how I feel about that. of course it's exciting and she's a riot these days, but a part of me misses the tiny little thing she was.

full of it

Q just keep bringing it with the crazy:

me: (upon discovering that he had removed his shoes en route from school to target) you took your shoes off?

Q: yeah i did that

me: why did you do that?

Q: because i wanted to smell my toes

band-aids... for cardboard?

for the past two days Q has been bringing the piece of cardboard packaging from one of his monster truck toys to school (and then back home) each day. he must like it because it has pictures of other trucks in the collection on the back of it. you would think it was a prized possession based on how he treats it. he flipped out when we almost left it in his cubby tonight.

so we were in the parking garage heading to the car today and he was not listening and running ahead of me. he tripped and wiped out, scraping both knees and an elbow. the cardboard was somehow collateral damage in this fall and ending up with a couple of tiny specs of blood on it.

in the car i was cleaning his scrapes with a wet-one and he was crying about needing band-aids. he noticed the blood on the cardboard and insisted that his trucks needed band-aids too. riiiiiiiiight.

say what?

i wish i had a transcript of our car ride home today. Q was spouting off all kinds of crazy. a few gems i remember:

"mommy, you can't touch a hammer. you will break our new house and daddy will be mad."

completely unsolicited, "dinosaurs poop."

on the fact that it was raining, "the clouds are crying."

toilet humor

it apparently starts young...

at the dinner table tonight Q was singing the good morning song they sing at school. after singing verses to pickle, me, and himself, the next "people" he sang good morning to were "poop", "penis", and "butts."

he thought it was hysterical and was laughing like a hyena. so caroline starting mimicking him by screaming, "poop!" and then dissolving into giggles.

oh boy.

school pictures - spring edition

turtle class

frog class

random Q daycare pics

Q's semi-annual report card came home from school on friday, and along with it came some snapshots from the first few months of the year making ice sculptures with imported (from outside) snow in january -

mr. turtle's visit in february - and valentine's day. just kidding. obviously st. patrick's day. -

melmo at school!

as previously mentioned, a classmate of pickle's had quite the in-school birthday party a couple of months ago. elmo came to school, sang songs, did dances, and made balloon hats for the kids. much fun (and pizza) was had by caroline.

school picture day - autumn edition

yeah, it says a lot about your blogging when spring school photos have come and gone and you still haven't posted the fall ones yet.

i love this one. so american gothic.

did somebody steal my kid?

how is this not quentin?

i was paging through the land of nod catalog a few months ago and did a double take. i showed it to Q and he thought it was him too.

scan-a-palooza

last month was blog-a-palooza. now it's time for scan-a-palooza. tonight i got around to scanning the pile of stuff i've been wanting to post for a long time. the problem is that the scanner is hooked up to a computer that just can't get on the internet now matter how much you beg. someday, everything in this house will work. and then we'll move again. so for the three people who still read the blog (hi mom. hi leah. hi ellen.) enjoy!

pickle rocks out