Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Fun With Oma

 Oma came into town to visit.  After Christmas I just kept crying until she promised to come and visit.  We even got her for her birthday.  I didn't take too many pictures but we did have a photo shoot at the Masonic Cemetery which could be one of the coolest places in Eugene.  Rosy spent most of the time with her characteristic scowl.  She has gotten the stink eye down to an art.
 We had so much fun and the week sped by so quickly.  Now I'm going to turn on the waterworks again and see if we can get her to come back.

Even though the warnings on this mini shopping cart strictly prohibit this type of thing Rosy has decided it is her new favorite place to sit.  She begs her sisters to push her around the house and screams at them if they stop.

 They are so cute and so CRAZY!
A Quiz:  What should a bunch of neighborhood girls do on a sunny afternoon?  Dress up like ballerinas and perform.  I bet you got it right.

A rare photo of us all together.  This time Rocky also did her best grumpy face just to make sure that we don't have a single picture of the family smiling.  The good news is that Daisy nailed it. 

 Bonus Picture:

The Face of Determination

 Track season is upon us again and since we are always looking for free forms of entertainment we have been cheering the South Eugene High School team.  Usually we just watch from behind the fence but once in awhile we will actually venture in.  After the meet is over is when the real competition begins.  As you can tell Rocky favors the minimalist approach to the long jump and feels strongly about the barefoot running. 
 Daisy will wear whatever is available but Rosy won't hit the track with anything other than Nikes. 

 Rosy has gotten much better.  She used to just sit down on the strip but now she at least makes it to the sand, where she stays and plays until she gets kicked out of the way.
 I know that the St. Patrick's Day business was long since over but I didn't want anyone to miss the lovely outfits these two jokers put together.  Apparently if a little green is good a lot is even better.

 A leprechaun came by and caused some shenanigans.  Rocky and Daisy laughed for hours about the glasses on the baby picture.
 Who is driving that truck?  Either way, it looks like trouble to me.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Kids in Pictures Again

 Rosy was just hanging out with a banana and no shirt in the laundry basket. 
 There we go again with the Miley Cyrus face.  This time she is doing it while sitting in a box. 
 Brandon caught Rocky with the camera and she was, of course, taking a selfie.  I'm sure this is a preview of the 100 billion of these to come.  I know that she already assumes that she is a teenager but sometimes she has me almost convinced too.
 Movie night!  Rosy is never cuter than when we have popcorn. 
Daisy wanted to thank her Oma for the jewelry box kit.  After a week of adding a few touches a day she thinks she only needs another month to get it up to the level of bling that she wants.

Putting Names with a few of my Favorite Faces

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.
 Rosy refuses to sit and snuggle even for a second with her mom but the second Jim enters the room she is cozied up happy as can be.  I always thought it was that she didn't like to cuddle but now I know that it is just that she plays favorites.
Syd and Nick

Jody, Brandon and Jay

Yan, Abbey, Sara and Tucker

 What else would a bunch of kids do when they are finally unleashed to make their own choices, play school of course.  I've never seen them all sit so calmly.
 I did want to point out that the two children that are having wardrobe malfunctions are mine.
Karen (Daisy's BFF), Rusten and baby Helen

 This one is me and even though it isn't a great picture I like it because I am actually holding the baby dragon.  The only reason that she is willing to sit on my lap is because I bribed her with a cup full of Goldfish.

Selfie with Yan with Karen looking sultry in the background

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Oh Daisy

 Our little Daisy girl turned 4 today.  She is such a sweet girl and didn't seem the least disappointed in getting Rocky's handed down bike.  She has been buzzing around on it all weekend.  She had two requests for her birthday.  When I asked what she wanted for a gift she begged for a corn dog.  Part of me just wants her to stay 4 forever when her heart's desire can be purchased at Winco in a box of 16 for $4.50.  She also used the birthday-card (ha ha) and convinced me to buy some of those little sweet peppers.  My girls think they are amazing.  It took me three tries to get this photo because she kept making her Miley Cyrus face, and it just seemed a little too obscene. 
 Since the corn dog and peppers were technically her gift she also got to choose a birthday meal.  She picked breakfast for dinner.  She wanted pancakes and bacon but in the end she basically just ate fruit.  Despite being such a foodie, she has recently gotten quite a bit pickier.  Her favorite thing in the world is a fruit kabob.
 I took a picture of her rainbow unicorn party.  (It was heavy on the rainbow, not so much unicorn).  It turns out that on Pinterest the people who do unicorn parties get really hard core.  We decided to keep it simple and just do rainbows.  And by simple I mean that I went way overboard.  Luckily Brandon spent all morning making little marshmallow clouds and saving my cupcakes.  The surprise of the night was that even with all those cupcakes, the kids all went straight for the fruit.  It turns out that Daisy isn't the only kid who enjoys fruit on a stick. 
 Daisy is an incredible kid.  She tells me that she loves me about once an hour and wants to snuggle all day long.  She laughs with this giggle that comes straight from her gut and is so full of joy that you can't help but join in.  She spends hours drawing, coloring, and sticker-ing things and also loves to cook with me.  She is darling on her new bike and pedals around trying to keep up with the older kids.  She has a tender little heart that is terrified of bugs and eyes that well up with tears at the slightest hint that someone is hurt but at the same time has a stubborn fiery streak that won't put up with crap.
Oh, and she also made this pig puppet and proudly pointed out that it has boobs and a pink tail.
Did I mention that she always makes me laugh?  Happy birthday Daisy.  You are awesome.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Get it Together

 Rocky had a performance at her school.  They had a Hawaiian artist in residence that taught them to hula.  It took me back to my BYU Hawaii days when I almost flunked my Hula class because I slept through the final.  In the end she let me take it and I passed okay.  I am not kidding when I say that I had studied my hips off in order to get through that class.  I loved it but Hula is no joke.
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.
 Rocky was surprised to find that her hand had completely disappeared which doesn't cause a deduction in points, but makes the cleaning stunts a little more challenging.

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.
 Brandon made specialty pancakes for Valentine's Day.  No wonder he has these girls wrapped around his finger.  Not only did he make them heart and flower shaped but he served them with pink syrup made out of fresh strawberries.
 Sometimes I feel bad for the boys that fall for these girls because they are going to have a lot to live up to. 
 That night Rocky and Daisy paid him back by setting our house up like their restaurant.  The dish of the night at Chef Coozine was spaghetti and meatballs and barf juice.  (Otherwise known as fruit punch but once Daisy drank it an then barfed and so it was thus named.  I know, gross.)
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.)
 My favorite part of the night was Daisy's centerpiece.  She put a lot of thought into the arrangement.  She also still insists that the pink animal is not a pig, but a dog. 
 And here is Rosy again, in her seat.  (Since we were eating in a fancy restaurant everybody kept their shirts on.) 

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
 The other day they were doing this car-seat check at the fire station.  I didn't really think it was important, but I figured that it couldn't hurt if we went.  When we pulled up the police officer that was assigned to us looked in the van and saw three darling girls, happily and safely tucked into their seats.  The van was even newly cleaned thanks to the fact that a few days earlier I had shuttled a bunch of friends to a party so had spent a good deal of time vacuuming up cheerios and smashed fruit snacks off the seats.    Just like this picture, things looked like they were under control.
Don't Believe What You See
 The guy was a little surprised and asked, "Did you need some help with something?"  I explained that I just wanted to make sure that my kids were safe.  Then he took a second look and actually started moving the seats around.  Rosy's seat wasn't even secured safely, and she could wiggle out of the arm straps.  At that moment I could see the understanding come into his eyes and he realized that even though at that moment we looked like we were under control the truth was the exact opposite.  All three girls needed adjustments on their seats and Daisy's had expired in 2011. 
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.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

A Day for Normal School

 I know that it is not yet Valentine's Day but I just couldn't resist sharing this drawing that Rocky made.  Since she knows her deadbeat boyfriend probably won't actually give her a Valentine, she drew a picture of him doing it, and gave it to herself.  If you don't know who he is, you don't read my blog enough.
According to the Buena Vista policy Valentine's Day is going to be a dud.  As a parent I think their policy is great. 
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.