Sunday, October 2, 2011

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Once Upon a Lego

It all started with a Lego. It was a typical morning. Just a few pajama clad kids with sweet bed head watching their morning cartoons atop a pile of Legos... until something went awry. We have yet to hear a logical explanation, but to make a long story snort (I mean short- HA!) G-bean ended up with a Lego up her nose.

Thank goodness the doctors office was on speed dial. After explaining our predicament to a seasoned nurse, she offered to schedule an appointment OR if I was willing to try, an unconventional solution. This is not for the faint of heart. As I laid G-bean down on the floor, I looked into her panic stricken eyes and calmly said "this is going to be awkward for both of us". I then plugged her unobstructed nostril and blew into her mouth. Yep, mouth to mouth on a conscious and breathing person. That just proves how much I didn't want to lug 4 kids to a doctors office. After a few attempts and farmer blows, it was time to check our progress. With my trusty headlamp, I was able to spot that stubborn little building block and it was still quite lodged.

All the while, E-claire & B-rock were watching in horror. Not one to pass up a teaching moment, I blew some more hot air aka words of wisdom. 'Yes, children let this be a lesson to you. What goes up, does not come back down without assistance. The nose is an exit not an entrance. Tell all your fingers and friends.' Who needs an after school special!

Back to the task at hand, the Lego extraction. Because I was winded from all of my resuscitation and education efforts, I enlisted the help of some tweezers. With a steady hand (thank you Operation game), the lego was successfully removed from her nasal cavity. And just like that, G-bean's dreams of playing the nose flute were restored.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Montana State of Mind












This weekend we made our first attempt at taking this fearsome foursome on the road. We are proud to report that we all survived. The kids partied like it was 1776 with fireworks and mosquito bites! Great company, good food, and gorgeous surroundings, it was just what we needed.

And There Were 4...






We would like to welcome the fourth and final act to our circus. Meet Mr. T.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Happy Birthday Maja!














Maja really knows how to throw a party. And what better place to celebrate than on the beach in Maui. From birthday cakes made out of sand to boogie boarding at sunset, we celebrated our beloved Maja in style. Maja you are pure magic! We all love you so much and feel so honored to share life with you! Thanks for the memories!

Monday, October 4, 2010

State Fair 2010

































With my little people loaded in our trusty red wagon, we headed to the State Fair. Maja, the fabulous director of all things fun, was our fearless leader. Along with Aunt Lolly & Addie who decided to join the madness and entourage. Livestock, big yellow slide, slow roasted corn, rides, edible fried wonders, the mini farm and so much more. After all these years, it never gets old, especially when you have a system. Seek, eat & get dirty. Rinse & repeat.

One of the highlights, a curious goat taking a bite out of E-claire's cowgirl hat. Legendary! Another grand adventure for the books. My wild hooligans had a great time and we had the dirty bath water to prove it.

The Goldfish Effect




I love my little man. He is dynamite in footie pajamas! When I snuggle him, he smells like maple syrup and puppies. He thinks I can cure anything with hugs & kisses. He isn't afraid to hold my hand in public. He's always up for a dance party and wrestling match. And when it comes to adventures, he is my little wingman.

My point is this... I don't want him to grow up. I want to freeze him at this stage. But since sub zero temperatures won't do the trick, I have decided to go with the "Goldfish Effect". I once heard that a goldfish will only grow to the size of it's bowl, which got me thinking... If I keep him in a small bed, he won't get any bigger. It's worth a try right? Right. Although tonight when I checked on him, I don't quite know if my theory is working. You be the judge.

*Note the sweet crib. It was my great grandmother's crib, but R kindly refers to it as a World War II contraption. B-rock loves it.