The Nothing

I'm not sure how to exlain why we think this is so funny. There's really no story to go along with it or a reason why it's funny or even a reason why Tali said it. Maybe that's why it keeps making us laugh.

The other day Tali woke up from her nap and came out of her room with a bit of a grumpy look on her face. She didn't say anything for a minute, and then she said,

"There will be nothing."

We looked at each other and said, "What?" Then she got very serious and said, again,

"There will be nothing."

The she yelled it a few times at the top of her lungs. We all burst into laughter . . . and she never said it again.

Bye-bye Butterfly!

In Liz's words:

First we started with caterpillars. Mrs. Sterling put them on our desks on a paper towel but Mrs. Jungwirth wouldn't touch them because she doesn't like creepy stuff. Then Mrs. Sterling gave us some yucky peanut butter stuff and we put it in a little cup and then put our caterpillar in there to let them eat and get fat. Then they got all warm and started building their cocoon and their cocoons stuck to the lids of the cups. After they were all cocoon-ed, Mrs. Windsor came over (because Mrs. Jungwirth doesn't like creepy stuff or sticky stuff) and hung the lids from the side of the butterfly net house with tape. Then they fell on the bottom and started hatching. They just wiggled a lot to get out of their cocoon and when they came out they were butterflies. They exercised their wings for a couple days and then they all started flying around. So we let them go outside.

Wild Things

Summer is here

Let the wild rumpus start!

I can't be out of sight for more than five minutes without coming back to something like this.

And all of these ideas come from the biggest kid - Matt.

Tagged Misbehaving

A week or two ago Jen posted a story on her blog about her daughter misbehaving. (She cut off her own pony-tail.)

She tagged me to post a picture of one of my kids misbehaving. Of course I have plenty of stories to tell, but I couldn't find a really good picture . . . until a few days ago.

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining and it was already pretty warm. We could hear all the kids congregating at the bus stop early, so I let Josh and Liz head down early too. This was one of my early morning swim days, so as soon as the kids stepped out the door, I went straight to the shower. This is usually the time of day when Tali likes to play by herself. Sometimes she pesters me in the shower or spills Cheerios on the floor. Once she colored on the carpet with a crayon, which, by the way, is much harder to clean off than marker on the carpet. But usually she just puts all 15 of her favorite dolls and stuffed animals down for a nap in different corners of the house. Gathering them all up later is a small price to pay for a nice shower :)

Back to the story . . . I got in the shower and thoroughly enjoyed the "peace and quiet." About 10 minutes later, when I turned off the water, I heard an unfamiliar voice calling my name . . . from inside my house. Obviously something was wrong! I threw on my robe, ran down the stairs, and this is the first thing I found:

I was hoping the next thing I found would NOT be a police officer . . .

Luckily it was our new next-door neighbor carrying Tali - the escapee. What a great impression to make on a new neighbor! But the impressions don't stop there. Apparently Tali went out the front door and was halfway to the bus stop when the bus came. The bus driver saw the stray child toddling down the road, stopped in front of our house, and asked Josh to put her back where she belonged. Tali was mad that Josh wouldn't let her get on the bus, so the neighbor took charge and sent Josh and the bus on its way. Then she knocked and rang the doorbell several times, walked around the back, and had finally gone to look for me in the garage.

Tali's explanation: I was going to get on the bus and go to pre-school.