Tuesday, November 14, 2006

NEW GLASSES! WOO-HOOOO!!!

I MAY NOT BE THE FIRST TO POST PICTURES OF THEIR GLASSES, BUT MY PICTURES ARE OF WHEN THEY FIRST WORE THE GLASSES. HAH!

So both of them can see better now, which is good. And they look awfully darn cute, which is also good. But they don't like wearing them at all, which is bad. As they were having their new frames adjusted to their faces, both of them seemed miserable, Paige more so than Brooks. As soon as the lady was done, they wanted to take them off and we had to say, "Sorry sweetie, you're supposed to keep them on." The obvious next question was "For how long?", and we didn't quite have the heart to tell them. They wore them for Aunt Jamie, Then Gramma Violet, then Meemaw and Papa, then to do their homework, but as you can probably guess, they took them off every time in between.

The bottow two pictures are just random playtime and homework time pictures to fill the collage, as is this gem below. (They know they're not allowed to play 'Hannibal the Cannibal'.)

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Your typical Veenie Baby post

Oh the things I have to tell you.

First: Chantze. He had a headache for two days and was complaining of seeing flashes of light. I was concerned enough to take off work today to get him in to see the pediatrician. He may be developing migraines, so pray for that, but he’s otherwise good and healthy. Here’s the funny thing: the doctor asked if I had a family history of migraines and I started going on about my mom and my sister. He nods and says, “Yes, that’s the family history I was looking for.” Then I had to sheepishly explain, “Oh, but Dr. Woods? I’m not his biological father. I adopted him.”

An excerpt from Paige’s mealtime prayer yesterday: “…and help me so I doesn’t puke. And don’t let anybody in my family puke. Cuz I don’t wanna puke. Amen.”

At conferences tonight, Brooke’s teacher told us a story that really embarrassed me. After her oral presentation, one of the kids asked if her story was about her pool. She went on to tell the whole class, “No, we don’t have a pool, but my daddy writes books and when they get published, he’s gonna get lots of money and we’re gonna get a pool. We’re not poor, though, we’re ‘in-between’.”

Here’s something else about Brooke’s teacher, she went to high school with Cindy and they ran track together. Mrs. Mezeski told this to Brooke and class, and when she got home, she asked Cindy about it. When Cindy confirmed that, yes, they ran track together, Brooke asked, “Did you hold hands? So you didn’t get lost?” Cindy said, "No, she was faster than me."

Stay tuned for in-depth Christmas and birthday lists from the kids.

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Friday, November 03, 2006

Remember this pic from a long time ago? Turns out it's prophetic.


Paige was crying at breakfast this morning, sitting ‘Indian style’ in a kitchen chair with her head on the table. She looked at me with tear-filled eyes. “My pants are too tight. It hurts when I sit criss-cross applesauce.”

We took them for an eye exam and they’re both farsighted. Glasses are ordered and will arrive in two weeks (thank-you, God, for good work benefits including vision). Neither of them are very happy about it, and in fact, while we were trying to help them decide on frames, Brooke flopped down in a chair looking very sad. I thought it was because she didn’t like the frames she’d picked out, even though they were both extremely cute. Her explanation was, “I like the glasses but I don’t want them.” I felt really bad for her, but despite this fact, both of them tried to walk out with the display frames in their hands. (FYI, Paige’s are classy gold wire-frames, and Brooke’s are contemporary, plastic, purple ones)

And Chantze? Well. He’s achieving a measure of fame at his school for eating multiple atomic fireballs at the same time. Tomorrow some of the kids are bringing in other hot stuff for him to eat to kind of step up the challenge.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Don't be scared - they're just costumes.


Here is the recap of last night’s big game: Bride lasted forty minutes but wanted to be done after ten, Tinkerbell lasted an hour and five minutes and held hands with anybody who’d take it, Executioner played the whole game, every second, hauling in the most loot and throwing up in the van on the way home.

A note on the playing field: Mom’s house was the best house in the neighborhood. She really goes all out, maximizing her creativity and resources, for occasions like these. Her garage door was up and she had this black backdrop set with gravestones. For mood, she had music, a strobe light, and her smoke machine. The mummy was attatched to strings so they could make it dance to the music from the candy-passing station in the breezeway. I stood in the driveway for a little while and watched kids laughing and dancing with the mummy, and I heard one mom say, “I could hang out here all night.”


School Pictures 2006