carrots and radishes!

I planted 4 rows of radishes and carrots at the end of our raised bed this evening. I also planted another clementine box of lettuce. The carrots and radishes are both mixes (actually, the lettuce is too) so it will be a surprise to see what comes up.

While Molly and Reagan and I were outside digging in the dirt (Molly is an avid worm hunter these days), Ben and Killian went fishing, and Liam, on his own accord, wrote a report on praying mantis, including a poem and a picture he printed off from Wikipedia.

Flakey, Flakey

Boy, I messed up last week. I guess I was so focused on trying to get workouts in that I forgot some things. 1) a parent meeting reviewing the contents of the "reproductive health" lesson for Killian's class. His lesson is today. Oy. He told me yesterday that he had heard some weird stories. He said that before Mr. Quaker showed a filmstrip (last year--Killian wasn't there), he made all the boys yell the word "penis" really loudly three times in a row. I presume it was an attempt to ward off a gigglefest during the film.

2) I missed Molly's kindergarten round-up. The secretary from school called the next day and asked to make a screening appointment. She said, "Now, can you remember that?" I thought that was rather odd, and it wasn't until later that day we stopped at school (for something else) when she gave me a packet of information that I realized I had missed it.

I have been working out hard for the last week. I am doing T-Tapp. It is a workout that is based in physical therapy. It works to reallign your body and develop muscles from the inside out. I am already seeing a difference, and I have worked out 7 times. I am very impressed with it. And I need it. I took my measurments, so I could keep track of what I lost in inches, but I don't know what I did with them (see the title of this blog entry).

The weather has been lovely, up until today, really, though it was threatening rain all day yesterday. The kids have been out bug hunting and digging in the yard. I have some lettuce sprouting in some clementine boxes. Ben finished the self-watering planters I started, but we haven't planted anything yet. We're planning to plant the majority of things Mother's Day Weekend (Mother's Day is also K's 11th birthday~he was born on Mother's Day, as well!). I need to get out and plant carrots (we got a rainbow mix, so that should be fun!) and radishes immediately, though.

I need to go. Molly desperately wants to paint some rocks. ;)

Blah!

I have some other posts I'm working on and updates to share, but, for the moment, I'm going through kids' clothes again...Didn't I just do this????

A few for the books:

"I shouldn't have had that glass of water. It was like lighting the fuse to a puke bomb." Killian

Liam, sitting confused in his bed, staring at his hands, covered in puke, "Dad, I think I threw up."

Killian, "My stomach hurts, and I'm so tired."

Mom, "Why don't you just go to bed?"

Killian, "I would, but I want to stay close to Jacob because he's leaving soon."

Reagan,"Mommy, I go docker (doctor). Tummy."

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Molly, "Is the Easter Bunny a real bunny or just a guy in a bunny suit?"

Reagan: "CHOC-O-LAWT!"

Happy Easter (late)

Liam threw up at about 5:30 am Easter morning. Killian was soon feeling yucky too, but still has not thrown up. The grown-ups here are hopeful that it is just a kid thing.

After a beautiful weekend, it is cooold out today. I won't be getting to that garden just yet.

Sickies again...

I apologize for my complete failure to acknowledge several birthdays.  We called Dad a day early, I was so discombobulated.  I didn't even email Dave and Terry to wish them a happy day.  Reagan puked about 10 times between 5 am Friday night and 3 am Saturday last weekend.  The rest of this week she has been still clearly, um, having some stomach issues.  She is also cranky, not napping normally (of course, that may be due to the fact that she is still nursing, and I have resorted to caffeine to counteract worse-than-normal sleep deprivation), and prone to instant meltdown.

Molly threw up last night about 2:00 am.  She hasn't been sick since then, but she hasn't had anything but saltines and water, either. Ben was concerned last night, saying, "I hope the boys don't start getting sick too."  My response?  I think I'd rather they get sick now than have them get sick a week from now.  Hopefully, they won't get it at all.

New to the Language...

You know, if you think about it, the kids really are "new to the language." Here are some of the best things I've heard of late. These are words and phrases they use regularly, BTW, not just an occasional slip.

"Dad crims my nails." (Molly)

"I filled a base for the flowers, but then I realized there was too much water." (Molly)

"I want a juicebock." (Molly-- I suppose this might be singular for juice box?)

"Juicebock" is also a "Jukebox."

...And "mailbock" is a mailbox. (Molly and Reagan)

"She annoys me out of heck." (Killian--yeah, I told you about this one already, but it just cracks me up).

"Is this Opera?" (otherwise known as Oprah) (Molly)

Cillarenda (AKA, Cinderella) (Molly and Liam)

Yew Nork (New York) (Liam and Molly)

Flashlike = flashlight (Reagan)

We walked to the school today to drop off a check for tickets for Killian's upcoming field trip. On the way home, I asked Reagan, "Are you tired?"

She answered, singing, "No, no, no, I not tide-red."

"That fish is eating allergy(algae)." I think they've all said this at one time or another...