The kids’ school had a mothers day tea today. It was fun to visit their classrooms and see what they had made for me.


We had a fantastic mini-session with Jennifer McHam Photography, her paddle of ducks, and one brave little chick!  Still deciding which to print…

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Tonight’s dinner discussion started when Carina asked if she was a monkey after the dinosaurs “got extinct”. Not sure how to fully explain that in four year old terms, so I turned to google images for the classic rising monkey montage picture. And then Callen wrapped it up by singing his ABCs, ending with, “now I know my ABCs, thank you God for feeding me.” We are well rounded around here, I tell ya.

There’s something so nostalgic about class photos.  I love getting these for the kids’ school each spring!

Callen's 2 year old class

Carina's Pre-K 4 Class

The stats helper monkeys at mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Featured imageA Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,600 times in 2010. That’s about 6 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 24 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 131 posts. There were 130 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 166mb. That’s about 3 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was August 3rd with 46 views. The most popular post that day was Summer Dance Camp.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


Summer Dance Camp August 2010


The Bearenstain Bears Come to Little Rock! November 2009
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Oh Penicillin, How Itchy are Thy Blotches December 2009


Carina’s Piggie Bank Birthday August 2010
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Be careful what you sign up for… November 2010
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For the first time since, well, ever, we stayed home for Christmas.  One of our main reasons for doing this was because we felt like the kids are getting old enough to start to appreciate holiday traditions, and we wanted to establish those traditions in our own home.  We started the kids off with one of the most common family traditions – putting up the tree.

Carina said she wanted to add some wood to make a bigger base for the tree, after hearing about how her friend Amelie’s tree tipped over in the middle of the night.

Callen really enjoyed figuring out what order the three pieces of our tree went in.  “Like that big snowman I made last year!” he says.

Wasn’t it great of the kids to take pictures of one another while they worked?  They sent Craig and I out to get some extra lights.  “You can never have too many bulbs on a 12 footer!” said Carina.

Luckily we got back from the blinkin’ light store just in time to help the kids with the ornaments.  It wouldn’t be a family tradition if we didn’t all contribute!

The kids really love this holiday tradition thing, and so do Craig and I.  Putting up the tree has never been as enjoyable as it was this year.

Bathtime is generally something that Craig oversees (mommy has too many rules for bathtime to be very fun), but sometimes I have to point out to Craig when the kids start to smell. At the same time, I don’t want to be bossy, so I try to ask him if he can give the kids a bath rather than tell him he needs to. But, if I say the word “bath” in front of the kids, they’re in the bathroom, naked, with the water running before I can utter another syllable.  Spelling is not good either, because the kids know that if I am spelling something, important stuff is going down, and they pay more attention.  So, I try to speak in code.  Sometimes I do a better job than others.  Tonight, for example.

Me: (after admiring the layers of dirt, dinner, and chocolate milk smattered across Callen’s face) Daddy, would you be interested in giving the kids, a, uh…

Carina: a mekoglony? (Carina likes to make up her own words)

Me: Yes, a mekoglony. (raising eyebrows questioningly at Craig)

Craig: A what? (possibly feigning ignorance, but very possibly not sure what we girls are talking about)

Me: An athbay. (although I know I am alone in my pig latin speaking skills)

Craig: What?  I have no idea what you mean.

Sweet Victory

Me: Will you please launder our offspring?

Craig:  I don’t understand. (now obviously faking inhibited vocabulary skills)

Me: Get a clue, Daddy!

I roll my eyes at Craig, and there’s a slight pause as we all chew our dinner.

Carina:  Daddy, I think what mommy is trying to say is that she wants you to give us a bath.

Craig and I:  Cracking up laughing (me more than him, because now he’s stuck)

Me: Carina, how do you know that is what I was saying?

Carina: Cause I got a clue!

More uproarous laughter

Me: And what was your clue?

Carina: You said launder, like WASHING us like laundry! So, let’s go, Daddy!

It’s so much fun to have smart, funny kids.  Who are now clean.

Santa came to see everyone at Asbury UMC, where we go to preschool. In addition to lots of fun games and crafts we also got to sing and dance along with OUR FAVORITE – Brian and Terry Kinder.

Can you find Carina and Callen in the crowd?

Decorating Cookies

Then, we had to wait in line for quite a while to see Santa, but it was worth it!  We told him what we wanted (a princess castle and a dolphin for Carina, an airplane for Callen), gave him some cuddles, and had our picture taken.  That Santa is a pretty cool guy!

This morning after I dropped the kids off at preschool, I went to a bone marrow donor drive and registered as a donor.  I received a sticker as a reward, and I slapped it on my shirt, knowing Carina would be jealous of my new treasure.

When I picked the kids up from school, she asked me about the sticker within 15 seconds of coming into visual contact with me, even though it was mostly covered by my hair.

Me: I got this sticker for signing up to be a donor, Carina.

C: What’s a donor?

Me: It means that I promised to help people if they get really, really sick.

C: But, Daddy’s at work!  Who will watch Callen and me?

Me: I’m not going to go help today.  If I do need to go help, I’ll wait til Daddy gets home.

A few minutes later, Callen was telling the story of how he got an old, yucky cheerio at snack time and he had to spit it out.

Me: What happened after you spit it out, Callen?

Cal: I got sick.

Me: You got sick?!  Oh, I doubt that.

Cal:  No.  I sick now.

Carina: Mommy!  Callen is Sick!  You have to help! You promised to help sick people, because remember, now you’re a DOUGHNUTTER!

Me: *cracking up laughing*

Carina: Oh.  Whoops. What’s it called again?

All photos by Jennifer McHam Photography.  Taken in Woodlands Edge Park on 10/23/10

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