Sunday, March 9, 2014
I have realized that during the past few years I have taken a lot of photos of the kids and their friends but I don't have any of the parents, who are my friends. It just seems too awkward to ask adults to smile for the camera but the other night, while I didn't get everyone, I did get a few good shots.
|Syd and Nick|
|Jody, Brandon and Jay|
|Yan, Abbey, Sara and Tucker|
|Karen (Daisy's BFF), Rusten and baby Helen|
|Selfie with Yan with Karen looking sultry in the background|
Posted by Marci at 12:08 PM
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Oh, and she also made this pig puppet and proudly pointed out that it has boobs and a pink tail.
Posted by Marci at 9:55 PM
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Rocky did just fine, probably because she inherited her skills from her old mom, not to mention this kicking sarong. I think she excelled because she took it so seriously. The other kids were picking their noses and giggling and stuff, by my little Lilo had her game face on the whole time. I finally got to meet Arlo, Ayla, Kaleia, Leila and Jaxon. I also found out that there is a kid in Rocky's class named Marley McNutt which immediately turned both Brandon and me into second graders who can't stop giggling. Rocky told me that we shouldn't laugh because Marley is a "really nice girl." This just goes to show that my kindergartener is more mature than her parents.
I didn't get a photo but both Rocky and Daisy have caught the Olympic bug. Between the three of us we invented a new sport, competitive ice dancing cleaning. You lose points for just standing around but can score major bonuses for artistic dance-cleaning moves. As you can see we had to just pretend that there was ice, but in case you were wondering, the cleaning part was legit, and also coincidentally, my idea.
I have noticed that there are about a million pictures of Rosy in her high chair. I am convinced that it is because the only time she will sit still is when she is strapped in. Otherwise the pictures just look like the back of her head as she runs away.
For one night Rocky let us turn off her Pandora station so we could listen to Italian music. (She switches between Bruno Mars and One Direction, much to the disdain of her dad. Her favorite song is "Treasure" and if she is awake she thinks that Pandora needs to be playing. Daisy is a little more picky about her music. The other day on the way to school Katy Perry's Roar came on the radio and she said, "Rocky really likes this song but I think it is crappy." In that moment I wished that the whole world could hear her little voice say the word crappy. And speaking of her little voice that reminds me of the thing that makes my girls laugh harder than I even thought possible. Rocky will try to get Daisy to say the word, octubre (October in Spanish). Daisy can't say it right and kind of sounds like she is doing an impression of Dracula. Octoblegh. Rocky will tell her how to say it right and then Daisy will say it wrong and they will laugh hysterically, then Rocky will say it again and Daisy will say it wrong again and they will laugh again. It has kind of become a regular part of our daily routine.)
This photo lives to prove how Rosy really earned her new nickname, Marley McNutt.
Nobody believes me because when we walk out the door she becomes this miniature doll that sits stone-faced observing the room. But, within these walls, she becomes a wild animal.
|The Baby Dragon and her keepers|
|Don't Believe What You See|
When did I completely lose it as a mother?
By the end their were two firemen, a cop and the supervisor of the program crawling around in the back seat of the van trying to fix things up. Of course once they were unstrapped all three of the girls were jumping around in the front seats, Rosy was pushing all the buttons and the windows were going up and down and they were all trying to talk to me at the same time.
It was total chaos.
When I pulled out the scene in the back of the van looked much like it did when we had arrived but this time the girls were legitimately safe. I wanted to feel embarrassed but I really just felt relieved and I laughed the whole way home. I never thought I would be that lady but it happened. Maybe I will have it together again one day when my kids aren't so small but then again, maybe I never had it together in the first place. At least now I have three little someones to blame it on.
Rosy said her first word. Bush baby. Jill gave her this stuffed animal for Christmas and now it has forever cemented its place in Rigby history.
Posted by Marci at 8:49 PM
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Basically their plan is to minimize:
*lost instructional time
*the commercial nature of gift giving and spending lots of money (They would prefer all the money that was ever raised by the parents go to the monthly fundraisers...I made that part up but I'm sure it is true.)
*the romantic nature of the holiday and to avoid awkward and inappropriate advances among the children
*negative feelings of comparisons if some children didn't get as many cards as the others
*Unhealthy eating habits...candy
In short, they want to make sure that no fun is had.
I think they are probably right about all of this, but part of me thinks that wrenching feeling of heartache and rejection on February 14 is one of those character building things that makes children grow up to be decent adults.
I'm glad for the crackdown on candy, but sometimes I just want to transport my girls back to my childhood when it was 100% legit to rain candy on school children. Especially Daisy. Oh how Daisy would love the decorated shoe boxes full of cards and so, so many treats.
And speaking of treats, Daisy wouldn't take a nap today until I promised her that I wouldn't let Rocky eat the conversation hearts she got from her Oma. I just turned around and found Rosy standing on the table with like 15 of them in her mouth. Don't tell.
Disclaimer: This picture came from a few nights ago so there are no conversation hearts actually in her mouth. You will just have to believe me. Oh and it was probably more like 3 hearts, instead of 15 but she has a little mouth and like Daisy said just the other day when begging for another Snickerdoodle, "Three is not a lot."
So since they don't do Valentines at school Rocky was assigned to make a "Friendship card" for 5 kids in her class. It isn't clear what the difference is but it is clear that no candy will be involved.
I looked at her list and this is it.
I won't say anything else because I know there is another mother confused at why her kid seems convinced that the "Rocky" on his list is a girl.
Posted by Marci at 4:00 PM
|Cyclops and Storm|
She was working on this picture for a long time and I asked her about it. She said, "I think it is Barack Obama, but it is weird because he doesn't have a shirt." Then she figured out a way to turn his pecs into suspenders and it all made sense. I'm not sure what the rays coming from his shoulders are. It is probably one of those artistic things that can be interpreted based on your political leanings.
I have no idea how she learned to make eyes like that.
|The Banana Princess|
These last two are Daisy's. She has been drawing a lot of "sneaker monsters" lately. If you haven't heard of sneaker monsters it is because she made them up and for no explained reason they are the only monsters that her sensitive little soul isn't afraid of. They have made appearances in all of the Valentines that she has created so far.
Posted by Marci at 3:30 PM
I'm not really sure how big baby clams are, or why they were on her mind, but I can't help but wonder if she has a future in the weather industry.
The folks around Eugene that are the most put-out by the wild weather are the runners. A friend of mine went to the Rec. Center on campus and he said that the treadmills that are usually filled with girls reading magazines while they walk were all taken by elite runners doing 20 repetitions of 5 minute miles. Don't worry though, as soon as the black of the road could be seen the runners of track town were back outside. As for me, I'm still feeling pretty happy with the idea of holing up with a big bowl of popcorn and watching other people do athletic winter things. The snow is almost gone and the kids went back to school today, and I can feel it in my bones that tomorrow it is back to real life. But at least for the next week or so it is real life with the Olympics.
Posted by Marci at 3:11 PM