Nightmare anyone?

If you want to be sick, look at what our good friends Dave and Diana had for dinner tonight. Thank goodness they didn't invite us over.

I can't take it!

Every single time we give Goldie a bath, which isn't super often, she poops in the tub! Tonight G and G were sitting in the tub when once again we had to evacuate.
George is sick of it. I'm sick of it. Clay is really, really sick of it 'cause I make him clean it up. I'm pregnant, I can't be bothered with all this! I'll have enough poop to deal with in April.

I'm so tired

but don't you think these homemade art projects are great?

He needed a space hat, chemistry set and Scooby Doo mystery machine. Check, check, and check.

His wishes were my commands after his night in the hospital. If you don't know the story I'll write about it later- he's fine now.

New Product Idea!

If you weren't wowed by the idea of hot dog-flavored yogurt (http://georgeandgoldie.blogspot.com/search?q=hot+dog),
this one will get you for certain.

George's idea for a new product is the Wearable Napkin(TM).
You put it on in the morning and wipe your nose, face and fingers with it.
At the end of the day you have a lovely piece of wearable art, and it's 100% washable.

Place your pre-orders now, supplies are limited!

Batman and Goldie

I keep telling George we only draw on paper but when he asked me to draw Batman on his chest I couldn't resist.

A Cautionary Tale

We have a friend staying with us while he finishes up his doctorate at UW. His family recently sold their house and moved to an exotic undisclosed European location (Sweden). His Ph.d thesis is on "Phosphorylation of the AMPA Receptor GluR1 Subunit is Required for Synaptic Plasticity and Retention of Spatial Memory" (I didn't even make that up.) He's a wee bit smart. He and his wife have four daughters (yes, the same mom and dad and still happily married) and when Clay and I are faced with parenting conundrums we often think WWMD? (What would Mike Do?) Although this tale's acronym is DDWMD: Don't do what Mike did.

One night while cooking dinner I mentioned (okay complained) to Mike about how tired I was of Goldie dumping her food out on the table when she was done eating. (She does this with Cheerios, rice, noodles- you name it.)

Uh oh... I just realized I've been using our protagonists real name. OK, first names only. Anyway, Mike helped me to feel better about things by telling a story about his eldest daughter, (age 12) who once hurled a wet burrito from Burrito Express at her sister (age 10) who happened to be sitting next to her younger sister (age 8)in their van. The burrito splattered on the younger innocent daughter instead of the intended target. "It was like a burritomobile inside the van." described Mike. One kid was crying, the van was a mess and Mike was absolutely fuming. When they arrived home, his wife heard the mayhem in the garage and saw Mike yanking the B.T. (burrito thrower) by her hair and explaining through clenched teeth that she was going to clean every bit of the van (and the younger sister). The youngest daughter is crying. There is wet veggie spattered all over the inside of the van. The 10 year old is fuming about being caught in the cross fire. And poor Mike gets in trouble with his wife for losing his temper with the girls.
This is EXACTLY why we will NEVER get a mini van.

Silly Putty

Let this be a warning- Silly Putty melts if you put it into your pocket.
It sticks together and ruins your pockets and makes a terrible mess.
I don't care how busy you are when your 3 1/2 year old hands it to you- put it back into its proper container.

Leg of Lamb?

I love www.ETSy.com
But, don't you think this is odd? I can't imagine buying it for G and G's dollhouse.

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=16281265

Fat a rat tat

I just had my OB/GYN appointment, which I actually look forward to each month.
I get to go to the doctor ALONE and read magazines and veg while Clay stays home and irons melty beads http://www.klutz.com/catalog/product/104?utm_source=Google&utm_medium=CPC&utm_term=melty%20beads&utm_content=2552453781&utm_campaign=Top%20Performers and refills sippy cups.
This month Clay thought it would be fun if our whole family went and George and Goldie could hear the baby's heart beat.
Good idea, in theory.
Dr. Koala, whom I ADORE, was running very late. We sat in the waiting room for 40 minutes and then brought the kids into a tiny exam room.
Picture this, if you will, Goldie is pulling out brochures on birth control and George is fidgeting with the stirrups while the nurse is trying to take my blood pressure which is rapidly rising.
Clay, the good dad, is trying to distract them but there aren't so many interesting things in an exam room unless you like test tubes, little brushes for swabbing, and petry dishes.
And the good news? I gained 11 lbs since my last appt.
Next time I'm going alone.

Snow!

"Snow, I'm so sick of you. Go away."

Said Robin at 8:48pm while sitting in front of her computer feeling pissed off at the thought of missing all our activities tomorrow. Grrr.......

Jewish Santa

Yep, that's my dad.

He's the only Jewish Santa in Washington state. (I made that up 'cause it makes him sound so noble.) He does this every year for his Masonic Lodge at Fort Lewis and give the kiddos all kinds of love and toys. I have no idea who he's holding certainly not one of his 7.5 grandkids!

Good thing his eyebrows are "prematurely" grey, it helps to make him a little more authentic.