That Thing

So we've been school-less for about two weeks now. Have you all seen my house? It's a four foot by four foot box with a toilet in the corner. Having me and two kids bouncing around (literally most times) here for two weeks is a really bad idea. Two days into the vacation I saw Asher stalking a wild pig and Charlie was holding a conch shell. Bad scene, man. So I took the kids to do anything I could think of to distract them for even the shortest of seconds.

Here is a chronical of that time.

Dun DAH!

We melted broken crayons to make new, more powerful, crayons. We used an old Ikea silicone ice tray (which sucked at making ice) and used it to form them. You know those crappy crayons? The kind you get for free at restuarants and birthday party gift bags? No? Screw you. Just go with it. Surely you remember crayons that didn't color so much as leave smeary bits of themselves in close proximity. Long story short, the  pigment and the wax from those separate out pretty easily sill you get a clear wax that floats above the melt. Look that the black crayon in the top left of the second pic. See the white outline? Cheap crayon.

Now you know. And, as we all know . . .

Dress up time.

Blue Tongue. Like a chow chow. And equally as likely to piddle on the floor.

These are from the Touchstone Museum in Norwalk. I really stretches the meaning of "museum" but has lots of stuff for the kids to do.

A building site.

This room is a water powered Rube Goldberg machine. 

Asher making a face.

Asher asleep on the floor, in hacket and shoes.

Asher asleep at the dinner table.

 His plate is not really that massive. It's just perspective.

Asher about to fall asleep on a chair. That's his monster-face. It shows up before he drops off.

 I'm getting him to trace Batman. It's a great three part plan - 1) it takes time 2) when he's Charlie's age he can draw his own coloring pages 3) he'll be able to draw that awesome Batman story I'm going to write one day. None of this is true . . . yet.

 "But what about me dad?" Sorry, hon. Here's a cute picture and I'll make it a bit bigger too. "Thanks." No problem.

 Kid City is another "museum" that the kids can run around screaming in.

Of course, at some of these, I get bored. 

More of my cute kids. Enjoy. I'm going to bed.

Gracie

Here are some pics from the first of five Christmas's my kids get to enjoy this year. Well, that's not true (actually it is true but let me re-brand it): Here's some pictures from my sister's visit. They came over from Germany to work on Jason's Match (doctor stuff) and stayed for two weeks. In those two weeks they worked through 5 houses and three states. You know, a lazy time. It was great to finally meet Wyatt and watch my sister's mothering skills. Judging. Always judging.

Nana took this action shot of Charlie.

 I gave a Master's Class in trimming baby's nails. If you've ever done it you know it's harder than a bris on a roiling ship. Look it up, it's a wang reference.

Nana took the first one. I took the second. No idea why all the pics I take come out yellow.

Opening gifts.

At one point Jason made me laugh so hard I got tunnel vision. Like seriously concerned for my blood/ox level can't breath laughing. Nana got some pictures that capture just a little of it, I thank god she didn't get it on video, but really, she should have gotten it on video.

At one point I was choking on a blue corn chip. What a stupid way to go.

Here's some good pics of my sister.

Here's a sea of red. My mom got all the kids matching stripey footie pajamas. Also, a sea of cuteness.

I think Nana had to save Wyatt from the cute sea lest he be pulled under by a riptide.

Doing some crafts.

This pic, chronologically, comes after the others but the damn blog program won't let me move it easily. And it's late and I'm tired of fighting this damn thing so: Here's a picture of Jason, Wyatt, my Aunt Marilyn and her grandaughter (my cousin possibly removed) Leighton. I really like how Matt, my cousin and Leighton's father (not ranked in order of importance) is reflected in the mirror. He looks like a photoshop gag. I think they should cut out his image, blow it up and tape it to the mirror so all the pictures taken on that couch have him there. Like a reassuring angel.

Snack time.

At Stew's. We were hoping to get the kids pic with their Santa but he was out feeding the reindeer. 

Wyatt playing around. Asher comes to visit.

Asher likes Wyatt's stuff.

Shoe shopping with mom and Aunt Nana.

Some more cute Wyatt pics.

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Killing the radio star:

I am buying a gift for someone right now that I really don't want to give them. I want to keep it for myself. It is the most awesome gift idea in the history of all things. Once I give it, I'll post a link. You'll all be blowed away.