Photo Friday-More From Grandma's

Since I haven't pulled out my camera this week except to hook it up to the laptop and download pics from our trip to Oregon last weekend, you'll be getting more photos from then. I'm hoping that sometime in the next few weeks our life will calm down and I will be able to get back to blogging and photo-taking. We can hope...

Ladybug close-upIf you look closely, you can see the rock that just left her hand...

This is what it was like trying to get a picture with my two girlies...

Bird's eye view of steelhead

I couldn't decide which of these I liked best of Kate, so I will show you both...Padyn and Daddy looking at the fishies at the hatchery

Kate hamming it up with Auntie

Happy Friday.

What Do You Do At Grandma's House?

So what do you do at Grandma's house on the Upper Rogue? Well...You wait for the sun to come out (it really didn't do that much)...You play with Leo Dog...You rock on the pink elephant that your great grandfather made for your mommy...You pick wildflowers (and ladybugs)...You throw rocks into the river (many many many MANY rocks)... You visit the fish hatchery...You don't get poison oak, tick bites, or any other random ailments, you go to bed late, you watch the Canadian geese and their goslings swim down the river, you "help" Grandma sew your dance recital costume, and you cry when you get home (after a ten hour trip) because you miss your Grandma.

The end.

Middle of Nowhere

I haven't posted for a while, and I have many many excuses. My current one is that J and the girls and I are at my mom's house in the middle of Nowhere, Oregon. It's terribly fun, and the girls have managed to avoid getting any ticks, so overall, it has been a very successful trip.

When we return to civilization, I promise to post pictures and tell you all about it. For now, I'm going to finish my glass of wine and go to bed.

Happy Memorial Weekend.

Mommy, Take My Picture

Your guess is as good as mine.

I Wanna be a Cowgirl

Now, I've known for some time that Padyn is predisposed to be a cowgirl. You can't argue with evidence. But I didn't know: A-How serious she was...and B-that she even knew what a cowgirl might do...until our conversation in the car yesterday.

P-Mommy, I don't want to be a mommy when I get older. I want to be a cowgirl.

M-Ok. You can be whatever you want to be when you are older.

P-When I'm a cowgirl, will I still be in your family?

M-Do you mean, will you still live at home? Probably not. You probably won't want to live at home anymore. But you'll always be in my family. I'm your mommy. You're always going to be in my family.

P-I'm going to be a cowgirl and lasso cows. Can you lasso people, too?

M-Well, I guess you could, but it really isn't a good idea. You might hurt them. (Then worried that she'd feel sorry for the cows...)But cows are stronger and it doesn't hurt them (as much) to be lassoed.

P-I'm going to lasso bad cows, Mommy. So, when you have a bad cow, you just let me know. I'll take care of it for you.

M-Will do, Padyn. Will do.

So, if you have any bad cows out there roaming your neighborhood, you know who to call.

Growing Pains

NO! I anna dooit my SEF, Momma!

I heard that a lot tonight. And you know what? She did it...she put her jammies on all by herself.

But really...this doesn't bode well for the future.

Photo Friday- Kooky Kid Edition

Here's a few pics of my beautiful girls...not looking their most beautiful. But they look like they are having fun, don't they? Run run as fast as you can...

Salute the chalkThis one I put in because I wanted you to notice her playmates. I'm not sure what Sleeping Beauty was coloring...maybe she's the artistic director.Cheeeeeeeezzzzzze..........Having too much fun... Happy Friday

Me, Too!

Kate is all about copying her big sister these days. Of course, Padyn usually finds this highly annoying. Actually, it's more than annoying. She thinks that Kate is doing it on purpose to piss her off. I've tried to explain to her that this is just not true...it will be another year or so before Kate comprehends that it is a fun game to irritate her older sis in this manner.

But yesterday, they found a way to make the repeating fun for both of them. I have no idea where they learned it, but it started something like this:

Mommy: Who wants peanut butter toast?

Padyn: I do!

Kate: I do, too!

P: I do three!

K: I do four!

P: I do five!

K: I do sis!

P: I do seven!

K: I do a!

P: I do nine!

K: I do ten!

This continued to twenty. I don't know what's more impressive; the fact that they discovered this age old childhood game themselves, or that my two year old can count to twenty.

No New Bread

At dinner last night...

M: Hey girls, do you want to share this roll with me?

P: Is it new bread?

M: Ummm...I guess. I mean, you've never seen it before, so I guess that makes it new.

P: No thanks. I don't like new bread.

M (after a moment's pause, trying to wrap my brain around this new piece of information):Padyn, what exactly is new bread?

P: It's bread...that is new.

Ok, thanks. That really clears that up.

Photo Friday-Super Fast Edition

I only have a few minutes, and a fan of the girls has let me know she's ready for some photos, so here you go. There were all taken this week.

Happy Friday!