KidArt

Katelyn's pictures have been getting more creative and recognizable lately. Here are some favorites I recently found on her drawing table:

Spongebob and Patrick

(this one made me laugh, of course)

Caterpillar and Snowman

Life With Lemons

Problem: Zach's timeouts are only supposed to last a minute or two, but I kept losing track of time. Sometimes he would even fall asleep before I remembered he was waiting.

Solution: I bought a kitchen timer. It happens to be shaped like a lemon. I set it for a minute and it rings loudly when the time is up. Zach doesn't fall asleep.

Problem: Kids love the lemon timer. All kids. One day we took it to the park and everyone ended up playing games with the lemon...ignoring the play equipment!

Here's when I knew we had a problem:

One day Katelyn came up to me with the lemon in hand asking, "Mom, can I pleeeeeeeease have a Time Out!?"

I smiled at her, surprised, and told her, "No. You only get time outs when you do something wrong."

"Oh," she said. Then she looked up at me sheepishly and half-heartedly hit me on the leg.

This time I laughed. "Okay, go have a time out."

"Thanks, mom. Don't forget the lemon timer!" she called, as she ran off to her bedroom.

Hmmm...I think my lemony solution has become an even bigger problem.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

I didn't sit on your lap this year, but I hope you still got my Christmas wish. Every night and day I dream of playing Beatles Rock Band. I picture myself drumming along with Ringo to songs like Help!, Twist and Shout and Come Together. I dream of harmonizing with John and Paul to songs like In My Life, The Magical Mystery Tour, Hey Jude and I'll Follow the Sun. George, I don't really dream of being you, but I am looking forward to Something.

Santa, I hope you make my Christmas dreams come true. I've tried to be really good this year.

Love, Dana

P.S. Katelyn really wants a Mulan princess doll and I think Zach wants an Elmo, but I'm sure you already knew that.

Merry Christmas!

My Baby

This is the tale of a haircut...

Littleman's hair was getting long. I wouldn't say it was girlishly long, but on more than two occasions strangers had commented on my "baby girl". I thought that was odd when he was wearing carpenter pants, pirate shirts and called Zachary, but whatever. Anyway, that's not even why I cut his hair, because it doesn't bother me much that a few unobservant strangers thought he was a girl. I was inspired by CJane, who cut off her sons hair because she wanted to see her baby again. I realized how fast Zach has been growing. I had never thought of it before, but could a simple haircut really give me back my baby boy? It seemed like a long shot, but I decided to give it a try. For the record, Adam and I both think the short cut actually makes him look older. Darn!

Here Zach is trying to wipe the hair off his tongue. Good luck with that!

It is a cardinal rule among husbands and children that haircuts go better with the TV on.

(This is the scene where Nemo says "I hate you." I get this look a lot from Zach. Nemo didn't really mean it, though. Neither does Zach. I can tell by all his drooly kisses.)

Here is my photographer/water-squirter taking a self-portrait.

Kate is in the background waiting to squirt something.

The End.

Occulus Repairo?

The Harry Potter glasses are broken.

This pic reminds me of one of those commercials where everyday scenes look like happy faces. Except this face would be sad. :(

Does anybody out there know a simple spell that would fix them?

Or perhaps you own a mini-welder?

Either one would be fine. Thank you.