3 years ago
Saturday, April 12, 2014
So, I'm guessing after these few years of no blogging, no one really knows what the tiny babies we had a few years ago look like now. They are little girls, and their names are Sade and Reese. They both run around on chubby little legs now, and tell mom what they want in tiny little speeches.
This is baby Sade.This is baby Reese.
They are trouble. Whoever made up that saying, the terrible twos, was wrong. The alliteration might have a nice ring to it, but what it should be is terrible one through threes. Or maybe terrible twins one through threes.
We don't care, though. They're terrors must be the cutest things on Earth. They know the perfect way to grin up at you with sparkly eyes just when they know their in trouble. I don't know how they do it, but they have a whole thing worked out, so they avoid time outs.
This is Tigue and her little friend Scarlett, unsure what to do with the inflamed hot light in there hands.
After we burnt all the sparklers to dust, we took a trip up to our neighbor John's house. His house sits right on the tip of a mountain in our neighborhood of foothills, and outlooks the whole of the city down in Denver. We watched all the amazing fireworks go up from one mile away to 100. You could just make out little sparks of green and red really far out there, and there was an especially huge explosion down at the baseball stadium. There were sparks going up in 100 different places at once, and we had the perfect spot to see it all: a deck in the Rockies.
This is Payte snapping selfies at a baseball game. No, the background is not fake, though if I didn't know any better, I would think so too.
Friday, April 11, 2014
This is me. I have this habit of keeping my mouth open the whole time, like the cookie will magically jump into my mouth if I'm patient enough.
The toothpick game. Everyone holds a toothpick in their mouths and passes along the lifesaver. Again... no hands.
Ogo sports! Happy New Year's Olympics!!!!
I was Charlie for the Charlie and The Chocolate Factory play at my theater. This is the Fizzy Bubbles Room.
That's my Grandpa Joe (a.k.a. my friend, Jackson). There's a ladder hidden under the pink fluff. If we drank the Fizzy Lifting Juice we floated!
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
The rock wall and me.
Reese took a particular interest in Isaac while they were here. My secret opinion: she's in love.
Bella and I found a tiny baby turkey on our way back from our hike, shaking under a log, after our nutso dog, Banjo, chased her mama off. Wacko.
There was gobbling bloody murder until it cut off really sharp and fast. We figured the mama turkey had met her end. So we took the shivering chic, wrapped it carefully in my bandana, and took it home.
We found out it was a girl, and did everything we could for it. We tried to help, but she wouldn't eat. We couldn't let her out into the wild again, because her mama was dead and she was just a baby. We even held a search party to look for the mama and the other chic we had seen, but we couldn't find them anywhere. When she died, we built a tiny grave with flowers and brick and buried her. We carved a little block of wood with the letters of her name with a pocketknife. We all missed her a lot.
Monday, April 7, 2014
He's got his cowboy face going. He's all, "Giddy-up, yeah, that's right."
Sunday, April 6, 2014
This is me. Kind of freaky, but you know, things happen. It was my last day of middle school because I was about to start homeschooling, but more on that later. Anyway, it was the Friday before spring break, and I was planning it to be a cool last day. I would leave with a snap so no one would forget about me anytime soon. Apparently, the universe wanted to elaborate on that. I was in the first period after homeroom, homec. We were in the middle of our sewing unit, and I was practicing patterns. Now look, I've sewed before, and I knew what I was doing. Everything was normal, and I was just doing my work, until the foot of the machine started wobbling precariously and suddenly broke off. (For those of you not learned in the sewing world, the foot is the part that holds the fabric down.) The needle was kind of going crazy, and I didn't really realize what was going on, everything was happening so fast, but then everything kind of stopped. I looked around, trying to get up to tell the teacher my foot came off. I realized I couldn't detach myself from the machine, so I looked down and this is what I saw. I made no reaction. I sat there, staring at my finger that had a needle sticking through it both ways. I was literally paralyzed on shock, and I didn't move for a really long time. Or that's what it felt like to me. everyone was just going about their sewing, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Finally, I looked around and whispered the nearest kid, who was a boy named Jordyn, and whispered, " Jordyn... Jordyn, help." What happened after that is all kind of blurry. Adults rushed in all around me and told everyone to back it up. My teacher got a screw driver and unscrewed the needle from the machine. They half lugged me to the clinic with my arm held over my head with a needle sticking out of my finger. I wasn't allowed to look at it or take my arm down from over my head. Dad called just to make sure we took a pic before they drove me somewhere for professionals to pull it out. Since it went right through the middle through a bunch of ligaments and tendons, it was jammed bad and they couldn't get it out for a while. They had to give shots right where the needle had gone in get tools to yanking out with. The creepy thing is, when they jerked it out and washed it out with water, I could feel the trickle going through the top of my finger and out of the bottom. Urgh!!
So, this is Tay here. I'm Kat's oldest daughter. My mom has been really busy lately, so I decided to take up the job of blogger. I thought it'd be a cool project. And I know since my mom stopped we don't really have any followers, but maybe we'll find some. If we do, get ready, people, 'cause there's lot of news that's gone unnoted for the past LONG while.