guess she needs more bows now

pickle's bow collection has long since outgrown the original hanging contraption i made her. now she has a super duper bow holder.

leah - don't show wren. it will spoil the surprise of one of her christmas gifts.

toy story: a short play

buzz lightyear and zurg are fighting buzz: you killed my father! zurg: grumbles unintelligibly buzz puts zurg in a doll stroller buzz: take that zurg. you don't belong here anyway... this is toy story 3.

reindeer: a short play

a short play about three small faux-bronze decorative reindeer, by quentin in the living room reindeer #1: c'mon we have to go! reindeer #2: no! we have to get the other reindeer! reindeer #1: the other reindeer is dead! from the dining room reindeer #3: wait for me! i am not dead!

pickle's favorite book (right now)

"the saggy baggy ellflent"

thanks, boy

good luck finding it.

it's an emergency!

Q just came running in to the living room with the house phone. he shouted in to it: "hello? emergency? we have an emergency! the popcorn is popping! fix it!"

mall santa

thankfully they got a half-decent shot in before cheese-face came out in full effect.

remember thanksgiving?

we celebrated thanksgiving "down the shore" with good friends. i had hoped to get cute pics of the kids in their holiday best in the fancy hotel where we ate or on the beach, but caroline's digestive tract did not cooperate with that plan. (she rode home from dinner with nothing on, if that tells you anything.) so these shots from before we left will have to do. Q would not allow any photos.

all he wants for christmas...

that's one way to construct a snowman

more from the budding author

interesting. at least i didn't steal the penguins!

when life gives you lemons...

eat them?

way behind again

downloaded blogger app for my phone, maybe that will help?

take that puffy

to krissy's dog buffy who was defending her position on the couch:

"don't growl at me, puffy. i's a nice boy."

further proof

that buying expensive stuff for these kids is dumb.

hanging out in cardboard boxes and admiring our pull-ups is apparently awesome enough.

turkey bow

caroline is very excited that it is finally time to wear her turkey bow. what a ham.

speaking of being wretched...

over the weekend there was much bickering about monster trucks: Q won't let pickle play with them, she gets mad and tries to mess with him by taking the ones he is actively playing with. at one point she whacked him in the face with one and stomped off, saying, "i am NOT delicate!"

you would totally get that if you've seen "gnomeo and juliet" anywhere close to the number of times we have. it was hysterical (except for the hitting part) i had to leave the room so i could laugh.

he hit her in the face (also with a monster truck) later so they are even I guess. sigh.

santa on fire

the children have been wretched lately - fighting and bickering like teenagers. it is driving us insane. so i've totally been playing the santa card, telling them that santa can see them fighting and will put them on his naughty list.

it must be registering with Q. in the car on the way home tonight, caroline was trying to wriggle out of her car seat restraints. i told her to stay in her seat because she could get very hurt if we got in an accident. Q let out a very concerned gasp and told her, "and then the fire fighters would have to come! and they would call santa!"

in a galaxy far, far away

conversation in the car this evening:

Q: calder lives far away?
me: yup, he lives very, very far away.
Q: mimi lives far away?
me: yup, but not as far away as calder.
Q: calder lives ten far aways?
me: umm yeah, ten far aways.

(10 must be the highest number he truly comprehends because whenever he asks for something, like more tv time or candy, he always asks for ten.)