Saturday, March 27, 2010

Glazed Jewels

Mike and I went out of town this week, and we brought some glazed jewels home for the kiddos. Some dear friends watched our kids for 5 days, and though Krispy Kremes couldn't show our entire appreciation, it was a good place to start. So, here we are in Central Asia getting the jems, and then here's the video of the kids and their friends receiving them.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Best way to drink a diet coke

In honor of the college basketball season gearing up, I will demonstrate the best way to drink diet coke. Drinking it this way has a bit of nostalgia. My grandmother used to keep these little coke bottles in her cellar. In the 70's and 80's my sister and I would run with excitement to get our very own bottles of coke. First, grandmother would put a little sweat band on the bottom of the bottle so it wouldn't leave a mark on her furniture. Then, grandmother would give us a bendy straw, and we'd slurp it dry. We'd take the glass bottles to the grocery and get money for turning the empty ones in. They sell the little bottles of coke here, and from time to time I buy them for sentimental reasons.

The only bottle opener I have here is the one I packed in my suitcase. My dad gave it to me for Christmas one year, and since he's no longer with us, I especially enjoy using it and thinking of him. So, as the old saying goes, "Have a coke and a smile."

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

And the winner of the bookmark contest is NOT...

Annie came home with this bookmark she made at school, and it cracked me up! You gotta hand it to her for the creativity and urgency associated with reading, but it lacks a little on the politically correct side of things, especially if she had attended an inner city school. Anyway, this bookmark's a keeper. I may even get it laminated.

In case you can't read it: "Bust into Reading like a Police on a Case"

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Stray Soccer Dog

We have a new stray puppy on the street! Since dogs usually run in packs here, they don't get near people. However, I'm wondering if this dog was either strategically placed here since there's a dog-loving family here (guess who?). Or, he was the runt in the pack and the mom left him. Regardless, our kids have been loving on him. Since most nationals see dogs as dirty creatures, they are rarely played with. So, I know it's counter-cultural to love on this street dog. Because he waits outside our apartment each day, it kind of gives away the little secret that the American family has a thing for dogs. His name was "Peaches" and then the kids changed his name to "Corey" because he was eating an apple core. Here he is showing off his soccer skills. So, do any of my canine-loving friends want to come over and adopt this sweet thing...Peaches Corey the Stray Soccer Dog?

Friday, May 29, 2009

Emma cruisin'

Here's a video of Little Miss Independent to go with what I wrote 2 posts ago. She's riding a friend's bike at Abby's soccer game.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009

No training wheels for Emma

I remember where my first born learned to ride his bike without training wheels. We'd been contemplating for weeks when to take them off. We picked the least hilly spot in the neighborhood. It was in a cul-de-sac of small town Kentucky. Mike unscrewed the training wheels, and we headed out. I carefully held onto the handlebars to stabilize the bike as David pedaled. Then, I'd let go and run alongside him for a few feet, and then I'd grab the handlebars when the bike looked too wobbly. We repeated this numerous times until he was steady and secure.

It was pretty much the same story with Abby and Annie, and then came Emma.

Emma has asked me for 2 weeks to please get the training wheels off her bike (that has an un-inflatable flat tire that hasn't made it to the bike shop). Since the bike is unable to be ridden due to the un-inflatable flat tire, I haven't bothered to take off the training wheels.

Now I know she's been a little bothered about the training wheels thing. She has 3 siblings who don't need training wheels. And, gasp, she has a friend a year younger who does not need training wheels. And she has good-for-nothing parents who won't get her blasted bike repaired!

Today I was at a friend's house visiting in the kitchen. Emma was outside playing. After a few rounds of tea, I looked off the balcony to check on Emma. I saw this cute little child riding a bicycle. I did a double take. It was EMMA on a bike without training wheels. Riding like a pro. Not even wobbly. First time ever to try a bike without training wheels. I nearly jumped off the balcony to congratulate her!

Hopefully my first 3 kids have fond memories of hearing mommy's voice from behind yelling, "You can do it! You're riding! Keep pedaling! Keep pedaling! I'm not holding on. Oh no, I'm coming, honey!" Not Emma. That little independent, determined kindergarten kid took matters into her own hands (or feet). She will remember a voice calling from a balcony above, "Oh my WORD, Emma, you're riding a bike! You taught yourself!" Sometimes you just gotta "do it". I'm proud of that little kid. I like her style.

P.S. We'll post pictures once the good-for-nothing parents get the bike functioning (with good tires and NO training wheels).