I’m really working hard to get our blog up to date by the end of the year which means picture dumps are in order!
Dallas accidentally jabbed a WD-40 straw into his eyeball. He was unable to keep his eye open for any length of time, so he went to the eye doctor. The eye doctor put a contact bandage over the injury, and in a few days he was as good as new. Phew!
Brooke wakes up E.V.E.R.Y. M.O.R.N.I.N.G. with the craziest bedhead I have ever seen. What is she doing in her sleep?!
Speaking of sleep, Spencer and Caroline have turned into sleepwalkers. Spencer’s episodes seem to be tied to needing to use the bathroom. I think he wakes up enough to realize he needs to go, but once he’s awake and walking, he loses all sense of where the bathroom is and what he should be doing. We have to guide him to the bathroom and then back to bed so he doesn’t wander all around. He’ll also do this weird thing where I’ll hear him moaning/whimpering/crying, but when I open his bedroom door, he’ll start to giggle uncontrollably. I ask him if he’s okay and he says yes while giggling. I close the door and in a moment he goes back to whimpering again. It’s so strange.
Then there’s Caroline. She sometimes wanders into our room and acts awake. We ask if she’s awake and she gets mortally offended and grumps that of course she’s awake. We’ll ask questions she can’t answer in her dreamy haze which further frustrates her until we finally usher her back to bed.
The other night I heard commotion outside our bedroom door. I assumed it was someone sleep walking/mumbling again and was about to ignore it when I heard Brooke confront the sleepwalker. Turns out it was Caroline who was up and wandering about. She had decided to go open our garage door. At 11:30 at night. Luckily Brooke heard the garage door open and told me what was going on and thankfully Caroline didn’t go stumbling about outside in the freezing cold. I can’t handle these nighttime escapades!
Madison got in this position and started giggling and yelling, “I’m flying!”
Last year the girls were in their school play, “Cinderella.” Brooke was a townsperson and part of the palace staff. Caroline was a maiden and the cheese steward.
One time I told Caroline that I wanted to give her the middle name, “Kimberly.” She took that bit of information and fully embraced it:
Brooke realized that if you lick Cheerios they stick together and you can make things out of them:
This was Spencer’s birthday. I was helping in his class and got to be there when they sang to him:
Dallas won a photography award:
Madison is kind of a bully:
While running errands I heard Madison say, “Oh! Look at that lovely plant!” I thought it was cute that she so appreciated this little bit of greenery amidst the office buildings:
A Caroline drawing:
Brooke entered an art contest at school and was one of the grade winners:
Brooke made a “kiwi bird”:
Brooke was in the school play, Peter Pan. She was an Indian Brave and Nana, the dog:
Oma came to see the play with us:
She entertained the kids during intermission showing them all of the fun charms on her bracelet. They were a captive audience!
Madison: “No. They’re trying to get their heads attached to their bodies.”
I have hardly done any real blog posts the past year which is a crying shame. I have some semi-strong intentions to become a regular blogger again starting with a picture dump right here, right now.
Brooke’s planner last year was always a treat to look at:
More Brooke artwork:
Baby girl had a serious paci addiction. Much to her dismay, we have since gotten rid of them: Spencer’s artwork: Madison attacking her cousin who is years older than she is:
Madison surveying our cookie ingredients: “We need two sandcastles?” Brooke’s valentine box: Madison turned three!
We’ll end there for now. Until next time.
We’ll start off this round of potpourri with two sleeping Spencer pictures:
I liked how he was using his pillowcase as a blanket here:
Accessorizing with Lego pieces:
Give him a place to sit and a million Matchbox cars to look at, and you’ve got yourself a happy camper:
Caroline is so sweet to Madison:
Spencer was racing his cars and used the diapers and papers to designate 1st, 2nd, and 3rd places:
Madison has turned into a scratcher. Spencer was her victim:
Bear just taking a load off:
Loving Caroline’s drawn in faces:
One day Brooke was trying to write a story. She had a stack of blank papers in front of her and an agitated look on her face.
Me: “What’s up?”
Brooke: “I just don’t know what the title of my book should be.”
Me: “Sometimes authors go ahead and write the story first and then come back and decide on a title later. You could do that.”
Brooke: “No. I need a title first.”
She then created the following post-it note for every person in the family to vote on what the title of her story should be. I was amused at how vastly different each of her options were. Decisions, decisions:
We’ve got an iPad addict:
And a paci addict:
One day we went to the park. I caught Madison in this stance watching the bigger kids act crazy:
Madison: “Mom! I’m making a tunnel for the roly polies!”
We FINALLY graduated Madison to a front-facing carseat:
Brooke was proud of this dragon. The wings and mouth moved up and down. It was pretty impressive:
Brooke: “I wonder what I would look like with glasses.”
Ten minutes later we got our answer: