Here Matt was playing with the night settings on the camera. It was all the way dark outside.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Attack of the Tube Worm
Every time Vivian comes to our house we play a fun game called "Tube Worm" where Vivian gets in the girls tunnel and chases them around. I love it because it is one less time during the day that I am being yelled at by the children: they are yelling at Vivian.
Here Matt was playing with the night settings on the camera. It was all the way dark outside.
Here Matt was playing with the night settings on the camera. It was all the way dark outside.
Friday, December 03, 2010
Liar, liar
From Daddy Matt:
Tonight, when I put Georgia and Darby to bed in the same room, which has been going good now for about two weeks, G showed she's quite the devious one (not that we are surprised).
After I leave their room, I usually sit outside the door and play "Angry Birds" on my iTouch. It's so very addictive and glorious. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. Anyway, Georgia eventually opened the door to tell me, "Daddy, I have a very important thing to tell you." This usually means she just doesn't want to go to bed, but I let her talk. Glad I did.
Georgia continued her very important message by saying, "Mama told me that if I didn't sleep with my di-dee ... (OK, that would be her pacifer, and, yes, we know that she's almost five and that she really shouldn't have one, and, yes, we feel bad about that, and yes, we should have taken it a long time ago but, ugh, you try taking it away from a kid whose dealing with a new baby sister and a Darby 24-7 and, well, she's got hearing aids, and a new school and she's really freaking cute. Sigh.)
On with the story, already in progress .... So at this moment, Georgia is ready to give up her pacifier in exchange for a price: Mama told her Bob and Vivian would take her to see "Rapunzel." (that's "Tangled" to the rest of us) Seemed like a good deal, so I agreed with the deal. Georgia, in turn, plucked the di-dee from her mouth, set it on her toy shelf next to the door, then promptly shut the door on me.
But before I could marvel at how easy it all was, I hear Georgia on the other side of the door tell Darby, who wanted to know what this blasted "Tangled" was, that "Darby, I'm going to go see 'Rapunzel' because I'm not going to sleep with my di-dee...but I'm lying."
Sure enough, she was. And that's OK. A kid needs a vice. I've got plenty myself.
Tonight, when I put Georgia and Darby to bed in the same room, which has been going good now for about two weeks, G showed she's quite the devious one (not that we are surprised).
After I leave their room, I usually sit outside the door and play "Angry Birds" on my iTouch. It's so very addictive and glorious. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. Anyway, Georgia eventually opened the door to tell me, "Daddy, I have a very important thing to tell you." This usually means she just doesn't want to go to bed, but I let her talk. Glad I did.
Georgia continued her very important message by saying, "Mama told me that if I didn't sleep with my di-dee ... (OK, that would be her pacifer, and, yes, we know that she's almost five and that she really shouldn't have one, and, yes, we feel bad about that, and yes, we should have taken it a long time ago but, ugh, you try taking it away from a kid whose dealing with a new baby sister and a Darby 24-7 and, well, she's got hearing aids, and a new school and she's really freaking cute. Sigh.)
On with the story, already in progress .... So at this moment, Georgia is ready to give up her pacifier in exchange for a price: Mama told her Bob and Vivian would take her to see "Rapunzel." (that's "Tangled" to the rest of us) Seemed like a good deal, so I agreed with the deal. Georgia, in turn, plucked the di-dee from her mouth, set it on her toy shelf next to the door, then promptly shut the door on me.
But before I could marvel at how easy it all was, I hear Georgia on the other side of the door tell Darby, who wanted to know what this blasted "Tangled" was, that "Darby, I'm going to go see 'Rapunzel' because I'm not going to sleep with my di-dee...but I'm lying."
Sure enough, she was. And that's OK. A kid needs a vice. I've got plenty myself.
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