So corny

What is it about corn that taste so good off the cob?  For these three its about the corn holders.  There's a danger element to the sharp two prog ends that spear into each side of the cob.  They giggle with the first bite into the cob as it makes the biggest crunch noise and squirts juice onto their cheeks.  I'm a big fan of interacting with each meal.  Our meals are crafted around that concept.  What can we wrap up, dip into, choose for condiments and stab with skewers and corn picks.  It's all apart of meal play, like when they were babies.  But luckily, they eat what they actually play with:) 

Mini

I've picked up on calling Elise "Mini". 

 It sounds just as endearing as her own name to me.  

Also because she is so little and a derivative of me.  

But by all means I see and respect her for all the ways that she is different. 

It is fun to see how Elise gravitates towards things so intently. 

 The same things as intently as I do. Like when she gets dressed she brushes her hand over the embroidery of her dresses.  Or her need to not only pick flowers but bring the to her own room.  

She does walk by and notice them in the middle of play and smell them.  

This past spring  will probly be the last time where the tulips are taller than Elise.  I love watching her flutter like a butterfly in the row of tulips that grow in the front of our house at every house every spring. 

Bikers on Buttercup Boulevard

Its time to pass down the like-a-bike to sister.  

The bike has been long loved by the boys who both rode it to pieces.  

The original green seat cover was torn on one side and barely hanging on.  

In an effort to get exactly what I was looking for, I spent an evening recovering the bike seat. 

 Then one thing leads to the next as many of my ideas do, and the princesses that covered the grey portion of the helmet was painted over and new electrical tape was assembled for a modern simple look.  

 In the evenings we like to ride to the school's playground and monkey around.  

The boys are a big fans of the show American Ninja Warriors.  

Kyle designs little obstacle courses for the boys to do on the playground which requires them to climb all over it, jumping between the bars and hanging on the outside of various play structures.  

Don't think is a mom approved activity. 

 I watch cringing with white knuckles.  

face paints

  

It started out with " mom can you paint our faces?".  

The voice was coming from the other room as I was in the kitchen picking up after lunch. 

 " Give me five minutes" I replied.  

About ten minutes later, after a few more chores I find the three of them have helped themselves. 

 How considerate to put down the oil cloth mat first. 

 They went to town. 

 I mean, sister painted the bottoms of her feet!  

Hooray for budding artist and creative soles. 

Thumbs down for the looks I got while grocery shopping with 

the two boys and a dalmatian with soot on her nose. 

It all the joys of being a stay at home.....crazy looks and all.

Princess Warrior

Mum's the word

Mum, ma, mom, mommy, I answer to it all. Depending on the pitch of their voice is how I decide how fast to answer their call.

This Mother's Day was spent in Bringantine, New Jersey. It was very fun, relaxing and easy.

I love you munchkins with all my heart.

Letter to PJ

I've had pen pals since the fourth grade when my class wrote to one of the troops in the gulf war. Its been fun keeping in touch with people I meet around the word as a young woman studying abroad starting at the age of 15 years old. ( I'm not sure I'd ever be comfortable sending my kids away for six weeks during the summer to another continent, but we will cross that bridge should it ever come up) Modern day technology has change the fashion of pen pals via letter in the mail box. However I fancy delivering a thought out note to the mail box, giving the seal a kiss and raising the red flag to alert the postman we have outgoing important mail.

PJ is Aidan's great friend who lived next door to our home in come Connecticut. Our families graveled a friendship path between the proprieties so the boys would never need to walk along the street between homes. Aidan and PJ get excited to share their new skills and toys together. This was the case when we lived next door and it is still the case as they live three hours apart. Officially, on his own accord Aidan write PJ these words last night before hitting the sack.