Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Convesation on the Home Front: Cute

Mommy: Hey, Val! Val, what is this?
Val: Uh. It's a whale.
Mom: Yes. What color is it?
Val: Um, red?
Mom: Yes! How cute is it?
Val: Well, it is pretty smiley.
Mom: Hey Val, what's this?
Val: Mom! That's me! That's a Valor Michael Goff!
Mom: Yes. And what color is it?
(Long pause.)
Val: White?
Mom: I'll go with that. And how cute is it?
Val: Well, that's obvious.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Steiner Bound

Camp Steiner

Yesterday, we went up to go hiking. We missed the turn off for Crystal Lake Loop (shucks) and went up to Steiner instead.

I missed the place.

We missed Rob too, who is about the only guy left there who might possibly vouch for us. He went down on the "staff bus." Now that sounds like a good idea. Instead of saying "hi" we just had a quiet lunch down by the lake.

Zane Finds Rocks to Throw

Bug was delighted with the plethora of STUFF. He kept picking up sticks and rocks and dropping them in favor of the new one he saw.

I kept trying to get him to look at the camera . . .

Zane Exploring Canoe

. . . then Daddy rattled the wrapper of a Powerbar. It's hard to tell Powerbar and Snickers bar apart when you're going by wrapper-crinkle.

Valor by Scout Lake

Val was happy to pose!

My Boys By Scout Lake 2

Bug--not so much.

My Boys By Scout Lake

But we can get him every now and then.

Unaware Husband

I tried to get Adam looking all natural, but I never have much luck with covert photography. Usually they look blurry, or I get Val picking his nose.

Manly Husband

So I had him pose again. I love it. 5 years of marriage, and I still can't get enough of this man. Right up until I'm ticked. Then I tell him I've had enough--but I guess that just means my cup runneth over.

And you know, they say a man never changes . . .

Adam Wierd 01
(Halloween '00)

I think . . .

Adam Shark 01
(Steiner '01)

. . . they may have a valid point.

Marry what you like ladies. Marry what you like.

And (btw) I love my hauraches

Hauraches? Bad Idea

but they have their limit. 10,000 feet is about that limit. Ankle deep mud. Large rocks. Small rocks. And then this:

Rescuing Bug from Snow

Yes, a mid-snow bank rescue. Z didn't realize it was cold until he fell, and touched it with his hands. Then he wouldn't move. Just stood there screaming.

Anyways, the hauraches didn't survive.

Dead Hauraches

But they looked like they had a fun life, didn't they?

Heading Back

We headed home shortly after the snow-bank incident. Fun was had all around.

Alright--one last camera-hog shot:

Val on Rock

Thursday, June 18, 2009

A Special Kind Indeed

Me: It must be a special kind of geek to really laugh your butt off when reading a British book about punctuation.
Adam: No, you're a dork.
Me: (indignant) No! It's a geek thing! A nerd, really. I mean, you have to be smart in order to even get the jokes. Like those science jokes. They're science nerds. There are book 'n language nerds.
Adam: Getting the jokes makes you a nerd. Laughing at them makes you a dork.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

This Is What Easy Parenting Looks Like

Is it terribly naughty of me to occasionally be glad when they're under the weather?



Yup. So, so easy to watch.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Photo Op

There was cute this morning. Man, with my kids, there is always cute. I tried to get in on camera, because . . . well . . . I hear rumor cute will not last, and I'd like something to remember it by.

Yeah, okay. Kinda cute. But man! Is it ever hard to shoot indoors! And I never remember to bring my camera to the park.

But the camera is only half the problem. The other half is the fact that Bug will occasionally zone off in the middle of cute, and then all I get is a whole lotta blank stare photos. And getting him to smile is rough. You know?

Wait! There! There's a smile! Shame it turned out fuzzy. I need to figure out how to take clear shots. I really do.

This setting might help . . . yes! It's crisp! It's clear! And he has no intention of smiling for the camera again.

Rats.

So I decide to try the "sports setting." It takes shots rapidly and was intended for people in motion. I think it was actually made for mothers of toddlers. I really do.

So I took my three shots in rapid succession. I couldn't have asked for a clearer shot. . .

of Val being a total nut. Not something that's be posted around the web as world's greatest photo.

But I must admit it's more true to life.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Remember the Alamo!

So, does anyone know why we call the contraptions of cardboard and blankets forts? Does that hark back to when kids used to play Cowboys and Indians? Does anybody play that anymore?

Probably not. Mine don't know what and Indian is yet. Or a Cowboy for that matter.

Why a fort? Why not a house? Or a shelter? It could be like Swiss Siblings Robinson (a little small for a whole family).

But most importantly, does anyone know how to keep the marauding 2 year old from knocking it down?

Or the 4 year old from the camera?

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Convesation with a Toddler: Bad Language

"Yes, Joshua and Natali are coming right now. They won't be here for a while, but they are coming right now."
"Alright, Mommy, but you've been very naughty, 'cause, 'cause you said a bad word."
Silence
"A bad wOo-rd."
"What bad word was that?"
"Tomorrow. Yesterday, you said they wouldn't be here 'til tomorrow. And that's a bad word. Okay."
"Uh."
"A good word is now. Alright?"
"Um."
"Don't for-get-it."