Just some lip-smackin' cuteness for your Friday.
Enjoy!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
THAT Family
Amidst all the turmoil and trauma of me missing my sister's wedding, a highly significant, life-changing event took place in the Einstein household earlier this month.
(No, I'm not pregnant again. It's not possible for Mr. Einstein and me to have another baby together. Trust me.)
(No, I'm not pregnant again. It's not possible for Mr. Einstein and me to have another baby together. Trust me.)
What I mean is, the first day of the rest of E's life began: she started kindergarten.
She was just a wee bit excited about it.
Of course, Mr. Einstein started school, too.
He wasn't nearly as excited about it as E was, though.
With this new beginning came homework, of course.
Now, homework isn't new to E; the preschool she was at last year had weekly homework packets, so she was well-trained as to what to expect homework-wise.
The only difference this year is that her sister, C, is older. And has a longer reach. And is more interested.
Mr. Einstein, being an elementary school teacher, has dealt with...well, you name it, he's dealt with it.
One of his biggest pet peeves? THAT Family. One of the things he really can't figure out: How in the world do the kids of THAT Family manage to get food all over their homework? Some days it's so bad, he can actually figure out what THAT Family had for dinner.
Disgusting, right? Absurd, right? Careless, right?
Well, guess what: we now have personal insight into THAT Family.
We have become THAT Family.
Sadly, it's true.
Tuesday night Mr. Einstein was going over E's Read Well magazine packet with her, reviewing what's she's been learning. He got up to get seconds, and left it on the table.
Within reach of C.
Who had been eating refried beans.
With her hands.
Of course she reached out to grab the packet. Of course her hand was covered with beans. And of course she smeared the beans all over one of the pages.
She is only 2 years-old, after all.
Mr. Einstein emailed E's teacher to apologize, and her teacher just laughed.
Yes, we have become THAT Family.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Acting My Age
I am determined to act my age today.
I will not be petty.
It's giving me a headache, but I'm determined.
I will not wallow.
I want no feelings other than excitement and joy to flow through me and out of me today.
Tonight, my sister is getting married in Hawaii. I am still at home.
She is going to have the wedding of her dreams, and for that, I am thankful.
I will not be petty.
It's giving me a headache, but I'm determined.
I will not wallow.
I want no feelings other than excitement and joy to flow through me and out of me today.
Tonight, my sister is getting married in Hawaii. I am still at home.
She is going to have the wedding of her dreams, and for that, I am thankful.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Two Weeks
I can't believe summer is almost over!
In two weeks, school starts.
In two weeks, Mr. Einstein will officially be a classroom teacher again.
In two weeks, E starts kindergarten.
Freak.Out.
Seriously.
I have been so excited for her to start school. She has been more than ready for school for ages. But now? Now I'm starting to freak out a little bit.
Her clothes are ready, her shoes are purchased, her backpack is loaded, the school is almost finished.
In two weeks? My baby will be all grown up.
In two weeks, school starts.
In two weeks, Mr. Einstein will officially be a classroom teacher again.
In two weeks, E starts kindergarten.
Freak.Out.
Seriously.
I have been so excited for her to start school. She has been more than ready for school for ages. But now? Now I'm starting to freak out a little bit.
Her clothes are ready, her shoes are purchased, her backpack is loaded, the school is almost finished.
In two weeks? My baby will be all grown up.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
August 5, 2000
On August 5, 2000, I married my best friend.
We were so young!
I wore this gorgeous satin dress that I had bought in January.
For an August wedding.
Yeah, I know. Great planning on my part.
But you know what?
It doesn't matter.
Because nine years later?
We're still together.
Happy Anniversary, darling!
I love you very much.
I love you very much.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Dirty Talk
Whoever told me that changing a boy's dirty diaper is easier than changing a girl's dirty diaper had either a) never changed a boy, or b) never changed a girl.
After 8 months of changing a boy's diapers, and 8 months of changing both a boy's and a girl's diapers simultaneously, let me tell you:
The boy's? Much more difficult. Much.
Sure, a girl has more crevices. But a girl's? Much more accessible.
A boy's? His are deeper and require moving things around.
A girl's? Takes a few swipes over a large area.
A boy's? Takes several swipes in the same small area. And a moving of things.
A girl's? So easy to tell when clean.
A boy's? Not so much.
Whoever said that to me? Liar!
I'll give you this much: they both equally stink.
After 8 months of changing a boy's diapers, and 8 months of changing both a boy's and a girl's diapers simultaneously, let me tell you:
The boy's? Much more difficult. Much.
Sure, a girl has more crevices. But a girl's? Much more accessible.
A boy's? His are deeper and require moving things around.
A girl's? Takes a few swipes over a large area.
A boy's? Takes several swipes in the same small area. And a moving of things.
A girl's? So easy to tell when clean.
A boy's? Not so much.
Whoever said that to me? Liar!
I'll give you this much: they both equally stink.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Busy Body
In the last three weeks, M has...
...learned to sleep by himself in his crib in the nursery.
...learned to say gaa, goo, a-goo, gung, and mamamama.
...learned to like baby food (especially meat) and yogurt.
...learned to drink through a straw.
...learned to eat Cheerios without choking.
...learned to crawl.
...learned to pull himself up to stand.
...learned to clap.
...cut another tooth (finally!).
It's been busy around here lately, to say the least.
...learned to sleep by himself in his crib in the nursery.
...learned to say gaa, goo, a-goo, gung, and mamamama.
...learned to like baby food (especially meat) and yogurt.
...learned to drink through a straw.
...learned to eat Cheerios without choking.
...learned to crawl.
...learned to pull himself up to stand.
...learned to clap.
...cut another tooth (finally!).
It's been busy around here lately, to say the least.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wordless Wednesday--Artsy Fartsy
I make absolutely no claims to being a photographer.
That being said, I really enjoy playing with my camera.
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Re-Introduction
With a new blog title, I thought I'd reintroduce the characters you meet here and see every so often.
This is M. M= mass. He's my chunk-of-love, my Bubba. Those 7 month-old rolls? They're about 95% breast milk, and about 5% baby food. He's huge.
This is C. C=speed of light. She's fast and she's 2. 'Nough said.
This is E. E=energy. She's 5 and she's wiry. Now, when Einstein came up with his theory of relativity, I'm sure he didn't have my kids in mind. However, my E? She really does equal MC2. She's the firstborn child of two firstborn children. She's doomed.
This is my hubs, my love, my friend, Mr. Einstein. He's an elementary school teacher. How cool is that?
This is me, Hillary, aka Mrs. Einstein. I'm a little bit sassy, little bit blunt, little bit sarcastic. I look remarkably like my sister in this picture, which is funny because we don't really look much alike.
So, this is us. I'm a math major who taught English married to an English teacher who taught math, and these are our progeny.
Hi!
This is M. M= mass. He's my chunk-of-love, my Bubba. Those 7 month-old rolls? They're about 95% breast milk, and about 5% baby food. He's huge.
This is C. C=speed of light. She's fast and she's 2. 'Nough said.
This is E. E=energy. She's 5 and she's wiry. Now, when Einstein came up with his theory of relativity, I'm sure he didn't have my kids in mind. However, my E? She really does equal MC2. She's the firstborn child of two firstborn children. She's doomed.
This is my hubs, my love, my friend, Mr. Einstein. He's an elementary school teacher. How cool is that?
This is me, Hillary, aka Mrs. Einstein. I'm a little bit sassy, little bit blunt, little bit sarcastic. I look remarkably like my sister in this picture, which is funny because we don't really look much alike.
So, this is us. I'm a math major who taught English married to an English teacher who taught math, and these are our progeny.
Hi!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Because It Makes Me Happy
I did it. I made the change.
Why?
Because it makes me happy.
I'm not sure where it's going to take me, but I'm sure going to enjoy the ride.
And don't worry; nothing's really changed. I'm still me.
Just a happier me.
Why?
Because it makes me happy.
I'm not sure where it's going to take me, but I'm sure going to enjoy the ride.
And don't worry; nothing's really changed. I'm still me.
Just a happier me.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Aloha Friday #90
I, obviously, burn easily. And I've had some doozies, let me tell you.
So, what is the worst place on your body you've ever burned?
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SPF 0
The second half of our vacation was spent in Bremerton at my in-law's.
They have a boat.
So...
We saw sailboats,
a bridge,
and a beloved mountain.
Cinderella innertubed,
Sleeping Beauty floated,
the Little Prince looked cute,
and Prince Charming kneeboarded.
And I? I got sunburned.
Oh, yes. After thirty-*mumble, mumble* years, I still haven't learned my lesson.
My arms look like lobster claws, and my chest looks just as bad. My face and scalp were protected by my hat, and, for some reason, I had decided to wear pants on a scorching hot day.
Have you ever tried nursing a baby with flailing arms and dragon claws while sunburned? It's not pretty, my friends, not pretty at all.
And, of course, it was too hot and humid to wear long sleeves.
If I'd had any with me, that is.
They have a boat.
So...
We saw sailboats,
a bridge,
and a beloved mountain.
Cinderella innertubed,
Sleeping Beauty floated,
the Little Prince looked cute,
and Prince Charming kneeboarded.
And I? I got sunburned.
Oh, yes. After thirty-*mumble, mumble* years, I still haven't learned my lesson.
My arms look like lobster claws, and my chest looks just as bad. My face and scalp were protected by my hat, and, for some reason, I had decided to wear pants on a scorching hot day.
Have you ever tried nursing a baby with flailing arms and dragon claws while sunburned? It's not pretty, my friends, not pretty at all.
And, of course, it was too hot and humid to wear long sleeves.
If I'd had any with me, that is.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Wordless Wednesday--Hide 'n' Seek
This is my goofball second daughter playing hide and seek while we were on vacation.
Amazingly, no one could find her.
Seriously.
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Amazingly, no one could find her.
Seriously.
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For more pictures, visit 5 Minutes for Mom.
"Normal" Is Only a Setting On the Dryer
Why is it that getting home from a vacation is so stressful?
Despite two weeks of doing not much more than relaxing, I'm wiped out.
Why is it that the routine of activities, house-cleaning, general maintenance, summer jobs, fun, and naps is so difficult to reestablish?
Of course Prince Charming had to go to work this morning. Of course he did.
Why is it that the arguing, screaming, clutter, and dirtying of dishes are the first things to fall back into place?
Why?
Oh, relaxing vacation! Where art thou? Thou art but a vague, distant memory, though ended only yesterday.
Oh, for something easy, something familiar, something normal, that doesn't include arguing, mediating, or high-pitched voices. Maybe I should just go do laundry...
Despite two weeks of doing not much more than relaxing, I'm wiped out.
Why is it that the routine of activities, house-cleaning, general maintenance, summer jobs, fun, and naps is so difficult to reestablish?
Of course Prince Charming had to go to work this morning. Of course he did.
Why is it that the arguing, screaming, clutter, and dirtying of dishes are the first things to fall back into place?
Why?
Oh, relaxing vacation! Where art thou? Thou art but a vague, distant memory, though ended only yesterday.
Oh, for something easy, something familiar, something normal, that doesn't include arguing, mediating, or high-pitched voices. Maybe I should just go do laundry...
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