Wow, I'm a serious slacker! It's been nearly 5 months since I've written a post!
Did you happen to notice that my last post was written about two weeks after The Boys went back to school? Is it possible that I have even less free time when they're in school than when they're out?
Since I last posted, some of us went to Disney World to belatedly celebrate Big D's fourth birthday. (See him there on the Teacups trying not to puke?)
One of us had to stay home with Auntie, and by all accounts, have no fun at all!
We all got dressed up and harassed our neighbors for candy.
We went to see this guy who brought us all everything we wanted, including a Christmas visit from Grandma Jane!
We sent out the world's cutest Christmas card.
The one in the highchair there turned, and I quote, "no two!"
And that one there, with his hand in the cake, today is his birthday. He's SEVEN.YEARS.OLD! For those of you who have not yet had a seven-year-old, let me tell you, seven is a hell of a lot older than six!!
So, in other words, this family is incredibly busy, as all families are. But stay tuned for more frequent posts!
Monday, February 4, 2013
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The Over-Indulged Youngest Child
Here it is, the post you've all been waiting for!
Mr Butler, Cap'n and I are all the youngest members of our respective natal families, and trust us, it sucks!
Top Ten Reasons Why it Sucks to Be the Youngest:
10) Being the smallest- though not for long in Mr. Butler's case
9) Never being able to get a word in
8) Having parents who have seen it all before and are non-plussed by anything I can come up with
7) Mama will forever refer to me as her baby. Even when she is 100 and I am 66, she'll still be calling me the baby.
6) I will never, if I live to be 100, be considered an adult by my older brothers.
5) Getting the smallest portions at the dinner table
4) Everything I do is compared to how my brothers did it
3) Being my parents' last hope
2) Watching the big boys do things that I know I could do if Mama would let me
1) Always being last
But the number one best thing about being the youngest child is knowing in your heart that you are Mama's favorite!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
The Overburdened Eldest Child
Looks like pure, unadulterated joy, doesn't it? It's an illusion. It ain't easy being the oldest.
Top 10 Reasons Why it Sucks to Be the Oldest Child
10) Sharing my bedroom
9) Sharing my bathroom
8) Sharing my toothpaste
7) Sharing my parents- who are no doubt just practicing on me and will do a much better job with my younger brothers.
6) Sharing my auntie
5) Sharing my toys
4) Sharing my books
3) Sharing my name
2) Sharing my wisdom, by beginning all responses to statements by my younger brothers with "actually."
1) Never sharing the blame
But the number one best thing about being the oldest child is knowing in your heart that you are Mama's favorite!
Top 10 Reasons Why it Sucks to Be the Oldest Child
10) Sharing my bedroom
9) Sharing my bathroom
8) Sharing my toothpaste
7) Sharing my parents- who are no doubt just practicing on me and will do a much better job with my younger brothers.
6) Sharing my auntie
5) Sharing my toys
4) Sharing my books
3) Sharing my name
2) Sharing my wisdom, by beginning all responses to statements by my younger brothers with "actually."
1) Never sharing the blame
But the number one best thing about being the oldest child is knowing in your heart that you are Mama's favorite!
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
The Jan Brady Syndrome
Big D circling the sun four times!
In honor of my middle child, who is celebrating his fourth birthday today:
Top 10 Reasons Why it Sucks to Be the Middle Child
10)Hand me downs from an older brother with an entirely different style asthetic
9) After every statement you make, your older brother begins with, "actually."
8) No one notices how freaking awesome you are because your older brother is casting such a big shadow over you.
7) No one notices how freaking awesome you are because they're so busy doting on your baby brother.
6) Being "old enough to know better" but too young to stop yourself.
5) Never having had a single day in your life when Mama and Papa weren't preoccupied with thoughts of your older brother.
4) Adoring an older brother who doesn't always want you around.
3) Being adored by a younger brother who you don't always want around.
2) Being the second to do everything.
1) A-Train, A-Train, A-Train!
But the number one best thing about being the middle child is knowing in your heart that you are Mama's favorite!
In honor of my middle child, who is celebrating his fourth birthday today:
Top 10 Reasons Why it Sucks to Be the Middle Child
10)Hand me downs from an older brother with an entirely different style asthetic
9) After every statement you make, your older brother begins with, "actually."
8) No one notices how freaking awesome you are because your older brother is casting such a big shadow over you.
7) No one notices how freaking awesome you are because they're so busy doting on your baby brother.
6) Being "old enough to know better" but too young to stop yourself.
5) Never having had a single day in your life when Mama and Papa weren't preoccupied with thoughts of your older brother.
4) Adoring an older brother who doesn't always want you around.
3) Being adored by a younger brother who you don't always want around.
2) Being the second to do everything.
1) A-Train, A-Train, A-Train!
But the number one best thing about being the middle child is knowing in your heart that you are Mama's favorite!
Sunday, August 26, 2012
So Long, Suckers!
Tomorrow is the first day of school! I love, love, love my boys, but I am so excited for tomorrow that I can hardly contain myself!
And while there are lots of things that I wish we had managed to pack into our summer, we did a whole lot together (more posts on that coming soon) and had a whole lot of togetherness. We all laughed, we all cried, we all ate way more snoballs than any human should.
I will not miss the fighting, the whining, the complaints of boredom and brotherly abuse. I will not miss that stretch between 4 and 7PM when the lose their minds and run around like crazy people. I will not miss bedtimes that come after 8PM. And I will not miss my children.
I'll think about them lots, but I will not miss them one bit.
He's starting first grade tomorrow.
He's starting his second year of preschool.
And he's stuck at home with me for at least another year.
And while there are lots of things that I wish we had managed to pack into our summer, we did a whole lot together (more posts on that coming soon) and had a whole lot of togetherness. We all laughed, we all cried, we all ate way more snoballs than any human should.
I will not miss the fighting, the whining, the complaints of boredom and brotherly abuse. I will not miss that stretch between 4 and 7PM when the lose their minds and run around like crazy people. I will not miss bedtimes that come after 8PM. And I will not miss my children.
I'll think about them lots, but I will not miss them one bit.
He's starting first grade tomorrow.
He's starting his second year of preschool.
And he's stuck at home with me for at least another year.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Quickie Science Experiment and a Dud
As summer has started to wind down, we've been overwhelmed with a list of things that have to be done before school starts- haircuts, doctor appointments, trips to the zoo- and haven't had a solid week to do another Science Camp. But we've managed to fit in a few experiments here and there.
The first of the two I'll show you here was super simple and the kids really liked it. The second was, um, well, you'll see.
Today's experiments both come from this book. A-Train has had this book for a couple of years and occasionally gets a little obsessed with it. Now that he's old enough to read and actually help out with the experiments, rather than watch me do them, it's become a lot of fun to get ideas from the book.
Here's what you need for our first experiment. We actually ended up using a second can of Sprite, but I don't think that's absolutely necessary.
First, have your minion pour the clear carbonated drink (I'm guessing seltzer or tonic would work as well as soda) into a tall clear glass. Then put in a few raisins.
If, like me, you are working with a heavy-handed preschooler, you may end up with a few more than a few raisins in your glass.
And then you watch! I used my phone to make a video of what we were watching, but for the life of me can't get it to upload to this blog, so you'll have to make do with a few pictures. Just scroll through them really fast and it will seem like video!
The science here is that the raisins sink to the bottom of the glass where the bubbles of carbonation attach to the them and they begin to rise. At the top of the glass, the bubbles burst and the raisins sink and the whole process starts again.
This was pretty mesmerizing to A-Train and me. Big D was all done watching after about 12 seconds. After 10 minutes or so we put the glass aside, but when I checked back an hour later they were still rising and falling. And when I checked back about six hours after that, it was still happening. By the time we got up the next morning, all the raisins were still- no more free rides!
Experiment #2 was not nearly as successful. But, in case you want to try it for yourselves and prove me wrong, here's what you need:
That's a couple of balloons, some sharpies and a sweater.
The first step is blowing up the balloons. If you've got little kids, you know the amount of spit that one kid can get inside a balloon before he hands it to you so you can tie it for him. If you don't have little kids, let the idea of a handful of someone else's spit serve as birth control for you.
Next, decorate the balloons with the Sharpies. (This part is optional, but if your experiment turns out like ours did, it may be the highlight of the whole affair.) Big D and I drew faces on ours.
Great picture of me, huh?
A-Train drew a Yeti.
I know, I didn't think so either, but that's what he said it was.
Next, have an unwitting assistant don a hand-me-down sweater.
Then, commence rubbing your decorated balloons on the sweater for one minute.
Now, according to The Big Book of Science Things to Make and Do, you can put your balloon against the wall and it will be held in place by themagic scientific powers of static electricity!
Because it's hard to hold a balloon up to a wall and take a picture of yourself doing it at the same time, I only got pictures of what happened when I let go of the balloons.
Yeah, that's my floor.
We tried again, but instead of rubbing the balloons on the sweater, we went with A-Train's idea.
I don't even want to talk about the tangles that had to be combed out after 180 seconds of rubbing latex orbs on The Boy's head.
And there's the result. On the floor again.
This experiment was a dud!
Now, I'm no sciencetitian, but if I had to guess, I'd say this experiment didn't work in August in the South because it's so darn humid. If memory serves, dry weather makes for better static cling.
Now you'll excuse my while I go wash A-Train's hair with Downy.
The first of the two I'll show you here was super simple and the kids really liked it. The second was, um, well, you'll see.
Today's experiments both come from this book. A-Train has had this book for a couple of years and occasionally gets a little obsessed with it. Now that he's old enough to read and actually help out with the experiments, rather than watch me do them, it's become a lot of fun to get ideas from the book.
Here's what you need for our first experiment. We actually ended up using a second can of Sprite, but I don't think that's absolutely necessary.
First, have your minion pour the clear carbonated drink (I'm guessing seltzer or tonic would work as well as soda) into a tall clear glass. Then put in a few raisins.
If, like me, you are working with a heavy-handed preschooler, you may end up with a few more than a few raisins in your glass.
And then you watch! I used my phone to make a video of what we were watching, but for the life of me can't get it to upload to this blog, so you'll have to make do with a few pictures. Just scroll through them really fast and it will seem like video!
The science here is that the raisins sink to the bottom of the glass where the bubbles of carbonation attach to the them and they begin to rise. At the top of the glass, the bubbles burst and the raisins sink and the whole process starts again.
This was pretty mesmerizing to A-Train and me. Big D was all done watching after about 12 seconds. After 10 minutes or so we put the glass aside, but when I checked back an hour later they were still rising and falling. And when I checked back about six hours after that, it was still happening. By the time we got up the next morning, all the raisins were still- no more free rides!
Experiment #2 was not nearly as successful. But, in case you want to try it for yourselves and prove me wrong, here's what you need:
That's a couple of balloons, some sharpies and a sweater.
The first step is blowing up the balloons. If you've got little kids, you know the amount of spit that one kid can get inside a balloon before he hands it to you so you can tie it for him. If you don't have little kids, let the idea of a handful of someone else's spit serve as birth control for you.
Next, decorate the balloons with the Sharpies. (This part is optional, but if your experiment turns out like ours did, it may be the highlight of the whole affair.) Big D and I drew faces on ours.
Great picture of me, huh?
A-Train drew a Yeti.
I know, I didn't think so either, but that's what he said it was.
Next, have an unwitting assistant don a hand-me-down sweater.
Then, commence rubbing your decorated balloons on the sweater for one minute.
Now, according to The Big Book of Science Things to Make and Do, you can put your balloon against the wall and it will be held in place by the
Because it's hard to hold a balloon up to a wall and take a picture of yourself doing it at the same time, I only got pictures of what happened when I let go of the balloons.
Yeah, that's my floor.
We tried again, but instead of rubbing the balloons on the sweater, we went with A-Train's idea.
I don't even want to talk about the tangles that had to be combed out after 180 seconds of rubbing latex orbs on The Boy's head.
And there's the result. On the floor again.
This experiment was a dud!
Now, I'm no sciencetitian, but if I had to guess, I'd say this experiment didn't work in August in the South because it's so darn humid. If memory serves, dry weather makes for better static cling.
Now you'll excuse my while I go wash A-Train's hair with Downy.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
It's in the Genes
See that sweet face up there? That's a face that makes strangers stop to tell him how handsome he is- not cute, but handsome. Kind of an unusual compliment for a three-year-old.
And there's no question where that face comes from. That is 100% Cap'n's face. That mop of unruly, thick, dark brown hair- that's Cap'n's hair. The way the eyes close up into tiny slits when he gives a big smile- just like Cap'n's. Even the eyebrows are Cap'n's.
If A-Train is my mini-me, Big D is Cap'n's.
But if my memories from high school biology serve, he must have inherited something from me! Sadly, it wasn't his boyish charm, but rather one of the qualities I'd most like to change about myself.
He's a worrier, just like his mama. Mama is the type of person who, if she sends someone a text and hasn't heard back within 10 minutes, imagines the worst! Mama gets that from Grandma Jinx.
He carries the weight of the world on his almost-four-year-old shoulders.
We both have our birthdays coming up, so aging is on his little mind. Last week he told me that on my next birthday I would die. Because, according to him, I would be turning seven and when you turn seven, "you get died."
Yesterday, he worried that Mr Butler would get "runned over" as we stood in an empty parking lot.
And today, when asked what he wanted for his birthday he said he wanted "a pink bunny that is so, so cute." And then worried aloud, "but what if you can't find a pink bunny that is so, so cute?"
He worries about the dark and zombies and vampire bites. (I attribute all of those to having an older brother.) He worries about touching anything red- because it might "explode you." He worries that nearly every bug he sees is poisonous. He worries that his friends will get sick and won't be able to come to his birthday party. He worries that Dinah the cat will get stuck outside in a rain storm. And on and on.
I'm still trying to keep him away from the real worries of the world- turning off NPR whenever he gets in the car- so that I don't have to explain about war and famine and hate and disease. He's not ready to have to deal with those things at almost-four, and neither is his mama at almost-thirty-six.
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