Monthly Archives: December 2006

Fun with Presents!

Greg teaching Laurel how to shoot a BB gun*:


Laurel's first shot — she's a natural: 


*  This is Greg's BB gun.  Not Laurel's.  What kind of parents do you think we are, anyway?  And yes, she's wearing pajamas and shooting a BB gun.  We're in Jefferson County.  What?

A BoneBlog Family Christmas, in Review.

Sunday, December 24:  Ethan poos everywhere while recovering from the stomach flu.  I wash the sheets from his crib 3 times in 1 day.  Visit with Andy & Becky; leave early because Ethan is still feeling poorly.  I wake up at 11:30 p.m. and rush to the bathroom for round 1 of my own bout with the stomach flu.  Greg checks on me at 1:30, asks how I am, I say "I'm really sick" but he thinks I say "I'm okay."  Little sleep until 5:30 a.m. on Monday.

Monday, December 25:  Cancel breakfast with grandparents, cancel lunch with great-grandma (who is also sick); open presents; Ethan sleeps until 9 because he's still sick; afterwards, wakes up and poos all over everything all day, Greg on diaper duty; I go back to bed; get up, eat applesauce; go back to bed; get up and rejoin the living just in time for Laurel to get sick and vomit all over her bedroom floor, Greg cleans it up.  Again.

Moral of the story:  Marry a guy like Greg. 


He aims:


He shoots:


He scores:

I had put this milestone off mainly due to laziness.  I didn't want to clean up the mess.  But Ethan surprised me with his spooning abilities!  I'll just have to stock up on cleaning supplies and let him practice.

In other news, we had the 15-month doctor visit today.  29 pounds, 4 ounces.  32.5 inches tall.  All systems normal.  That's our boy!

The Best Part of the Whole Musical.

So, Laurel and another boy, who is standing next to her during the concert, kind of like each other.  She told me last week that her crush on this boy grows bigger and bigger every day.  So check out what she does in this video.  Even more fun?  His reaction — it doesn't even faze him.  Why?  Because he's just as ornery and they spend a significant part of their day doing these types of things to each other.



Holiday Musical Funtime!

We attended Laurel's school musical last night.  It was a lot of fun.  The kids sang several holiday songs and then performed 'Elfis,' a play about an elf who is an elf impersonator.  Very cute.  Here are some video highlights:



On Living with a Budding Writer.

Laurel has homework every day based on 'high frequency words' — words which don't follow the rules of phonics and must be memorized.  After reading and spelling all the words for me (piece of cake), she has to come up with sentences using some or all of the words, underlining them as they're used. 

Her words for today included the following:

why, cold, gone, upon, guess, young, ocean, question

 Here is her sentence:

"You can guess your young will spring questions upon you about oceans."

Good grief.

Family Outing to the Tree Farm.

We got our Christmas tree today.  We're purists and we like to have a real tree, so we went to Meert Tree Farm just south of Festus, as we do every year. 

Ethan didn't freak out about the tractor ride, as you can see: 

We found a winner: 

Tragedy struck.  Ethan fell on his cup and cut his eyelid (he doesn't seem to mind): 

On the way home, Greg decided to try and cram the tree into the back of the Murano rather than tie it to the top.  I was all for this idea, because the ride home, when the tree is atop the car, is usually spent with me craning my neck to see if the tree is moving while Greg repeatedly asks me how the tree is doing.

This idea had mixed results. 

 Ethan was cool with it: 

Laurel, on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea: 


In the end, we had a great time.

Little Things That Make It All Worthwhile.

Laurel's one of those kids who sometimes surprises us with the depth of her feelings, because she doesn't always express them aloud to us.

Today I was opening the refrigerator door and was surprised by this:

And that, to me, is worth more than all the money in the world.

P. S. – is she the next e. e. cummings, stacking her sentence up like that?