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On Mom: By Rollie and Tiller

Sunday, April 19th, 2009

I think that this was supposed to make my kids look awesomely creative and fun. It made them look boring.

Ask your child(ren) these questions and enter their answers…Quite amusing!

Tiller (3)

1. What is something Mom always says to you?
I don’t know.

2. What makes Mom happy?
Being nice.

3. What makes Mom sad?

I don’t remember.

4. How does your Mom make you laugh?
Tickling me.

5. What was your Mom like as a child?
I don’t know.

6. How old is your Mom?

I don’t know some of the answers.

7. How tall is your Mom?
I don’t know.

8. What is her favorite thing to do?
I don’t know.

9. What does your Mom do when you’re not around?
WAtch tv.

10. If your Mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
I don’t know.

11. What is your Mom really good at?
She’s good at games.

12. What is your Mom not very good at?
I don’t know.

13. What does your Mom do for a job?
Help

14.What is your Mom’s favorite food?
I don’t know.

15.What makes you proud of your Mom?
I don’t know.

16. If your Mom were a TV character, who would she be?

I don’t think i know.

17. What do you and your Mom do together?
Go somewhere together.

18. How are you and your Mom the same?
I don’t know. Do you know.

19. How are you and your Mom different?
Because sometimes you don’t wear the same shirts.

20. How do you know your Mom loves you?
Hugging.

21. What does your Mom like most about you?
I don’t know.

22. Where is your Mom’s favorite place to go?
Chick-fil-a.

Ask your child(ren) these questions and enter their answers…Quite amusing!

Rollie (5)

1. What is something mom always says to you?
I love you.

2. What makes mom happy?
Being nice.

3. What makes Mom sad?
Being Bad

4. How does your Mom make you laugh?
Being funny.

5. What was your Mom like as a child?
A kid.

6. How old is your Mom?
36

7. How tall is your Mom?
36 inches

8. What is her favorite thing to do?
WAtching birds.

9. What does your Mom do when you’re not around?
sleep with daddy in his bed.

10. If your Mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
I don’t know what that means.

11. What is your Mom really good at?
Playing Tetris.

12. What is your Mom not very good at?
Playing scrabble.

13. What does your Mom do for a job?
Work on the roof.

14.What is your Mom’s favorite food?
spinach

15.What makes you proud of your Mom?
I love you.

16. If your Mom were a TV character, who would she be?
I don;t know.

17. What do you and your Mom do together?
Pick up me from school.

18. How are you and your Mom the same?
Because we look the same.

19. How are you and your Mom different?
Because we look different.

20. How do you know your Mom loves you?
Because I’m your son.

21. What does your Mom like most about you?
Cause I’m nice.

22. Where is your Mom’s favorite place to go?
Enzo’s

Back With a Vengeance

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

Not keeping up well, am i? Well, we went to Blue Ridge (Morganton, actually) and had a lovely week at the cabin. While Todd and I unpacked, the kids and the dog ran around willy nilly on top of the mountain. The cabin is at the end of a road on a mountain, with only a few cabins around, so the kids could have free rein, and we didn’t have to worry about people or cars. They found sticks and climbed logs, and threw rocks, picked dandelions, and looked at bugs. They laid on a picnic table and watched the clouds. They yelled.

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Todd and I held down the fort, watching them from above on the porch, looking out over the blue ridge mountains, sipping drinks, and playing Scrabble. (A draw for the whole weekend.)

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That night, after dinner and putting on PJs, we had a clear night, so we pulled out the telescope and showed Tiller the moon. Rollie was not so impressed, but Tiller sat on Todd’s knee and said, “I see the moon, Mama. I see the moon.” Then she would raise her eye from the telescope and look up at the moon with her naked eye, as if trying to figure it all out.

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The next morning, Tiller and I continued the nature lessons with some birdwatching. Here she is with the Audubon bird guide. I love it when she picks up my big books and acts like she is reading them. (She is currently “reading” Anathem along with me.)

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The next day, we drove and found a park for a picnic and playing on the Toccoa River.

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Then we drove into McCaysville/Copper Hill for ice cream,

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model train watching,

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and state line straddling.

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Rollie and I met this guy, but he scared Tills.

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When we got back to the cabin, we sat on the porch and rocked out to some tunes while having a snack. The following is a video of, I think, the kids explaining what will happen if their Uncle Mark gets into the Easter baskets. It makes little sense, but is funny, and also a good example of what every night at our dinner table is like. Note the manner in which the kids try to get their stories out so fast that they have to stop and gulp air every once in a while. Sometimes their stories sound like hyperventilation. Also note that by “story” i do not mean to imply that there is any plot.

That night, we roasted marshmallows. I like to make sure that each kid gets their fill of carcinogenic-covered marshmallow every few months.

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Friday, it rained ALL DAY LONG. I didn’t know the real meaning of Cabin Fever until that day. Todd and I started drinking Mimosas about ten and proceeded to lounge around in PJs all day long, reading and laying all over the couch with the kids while Rollie played XBox until his brain started melting out of his ears. Just a little.

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See what Quint is doing? That is pretty much all he did the whole time, except sometimes the location was a sunny spot on the porch, or my bed, or occasionally he would go outside and attempt to pee on every tree in North Georgia.

That night we had some slightly scary storms, wherein I looked out the window and trees were trying to be horizontal rather than vertical, and then i called my mom and sister every ten minutes to see if we were under a Tornado Warning.

Okay, there is more to this trip, but i have to go to the bathroom, and i think it will make a good second post for tonight or tomorrow. Like you’re still reading or something. . . .

American Goldfinch

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

Just saw a couple in the feeder. Hadn’t seen any out there before. (Which doesn’t mean they aren’t there, just that I am a beginner birdwatcher.) The ones we saw were definitely two males.

Interestingly, groups of Goldfinches are referred to as a “Treasury,” “Charm,” “Rush,” or “Vein.” Kinda neato.
You can read more about them here. I am pretty happy that I easily identified one for once. Maybe I’m getting better at this.

Sweet, precious internet . . ….

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

Sweet, precious internet . . . How I have missed you!

Back to atl

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

Back to atl

Riding the rails with the east…

Saturday, April 11th, 2009

Riding the rails with the easter bunny!

Because It Makes Me Laugh

Tuesday, April 7th, 2009

To see my little girl on a soccer field. . .

Girl in her Mesh

Pink Shin Guards

Thought I Felt Something Weird

Monday, April 6th, 2009

So, Dad and i were ready to take the boat out at the lake on Saturday. It was afternoon. He was in the boat and I was standing on the dock, trying to coax Lisa’s Jack Russell Terrier, Emily, off the boat. That’s when I felt and heard it. It was like a sonic boom, along with the sensation that something had just hit the dock, shaking it under my feet, causing me to grasp the railing to right myself. At first, I thought: Sonic Boom. No. Large tree floating down river and hitting the dock. No. Explosion at the power plant. No. Earthquake? Naw!

Totally strange. It was an earthquake.

Unfinished

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

I am still trying to figure out how I became the one hiding the Easter eggs, when I feel like i haven’t finished finding all of mine.

I Don’t Know

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

Why i have been so uninspired to write lately. It is unlike me. Maybe it is the rain (blame it on the rain) or the busyness of life. I just don’t know. But i am here. I will write. If life will just stop getting in the way. Or maybe it is Facebook getting in the way. Facebook is life, right? No?