The Chocolate Experiment

Braydon was hanging out with Kristin yesterday afternoon. He had a long sleeved black shirt on and got hot in the sun. (YEAH SUN!!!) They had a conversation about dark clothes vs white clothes and heat. So he came up with an experiment. What if I put dark chocolate chips and white chocolate chips in the sun? What would melt first. They decided he should put them on a paper towel and not a plate because the plate might make it hotter. So he did it and lo and behold the dark chocolate melted the fastest, the butterscotch second, and the white last. Then we decided we better try the microwave to make sure it wasn't just the consistency of the chocolate. And the results were that the dark chocolate actually melted last, the butterscotch first and the white second. So it would appear that the dark color does make a difference and I don't think Braydon will ever forget that concept. Go little scientist go!

Something Right

Last night we took the kids to play tennis at South. After the second one face-planted on cement we called it a night. (First, Cailah ran into a mailbox and . . . Kablam! Second, Delayna was running and bit it on the concrete.) We came home and threw the pizza in the oven. Everyone was starving and started eating as soon as the food hit their plates. Delayna is in her chair with her pizza calling Cailah's name "Lailah" and I look over. She is very sweetly folding her arms waiting for the prayer. We all quickly repented and said a prayer giving thanks for the food and for a one year old that is learning so well the things that are important. After feeling bad that I hadn't prayed with my kids, I realized that she picked it up because it is the norm in our house. I'm glad we're doing something right and it is echoed in the actions of our sweet little D. (And no, we're not talking about all the other actions we see echoed in her. At least not tonight!)

Horray, Huzzah, She's on Two Wheels

After a couple weeks of no pedals and just learning to balance, Cailah requested the return of her pedals and she is now freewheeling it down the road. Horray for no training wheels. And horray for whoever shared the no pedals idea. It's amazingly effective.

He's SEVEN!

Our sweet little bouncing baby boy is turning seven today. He's growing like a weed and learning so much it's hard to recognize who he is some days. He's always been the sweet calming influence in our home, and still is, but we are seeing that mischievous smile being flashed more and more often. He's learning that in a houseful of girls he's going to have to assert himself to get his opinion listened to on occasion. The girls all love him because they never get in fights with him mostly due to the fact that he just doesn't fight. I'm trying to learn that lesson. He loves video games. And kicks my fanny at well--everything except Dr. Mario. Phew (I've got to have a least one) He's becoming a super reader and is clearly going to be better at math than his mother.

Braydon on his new bike. Thanks G & G Bell.

Miscellaneous March Fun

OK so going back to work is fun in a lot of ways. I love my students, the people I work with, the goals of the program and getting out of the house a little. It is however taking away from my fun time. But we've mangaged to have a little fun around here. Shaving cream print painting and green pancakes and nails for St. Patty's day to name a few. And yeah, those are my nails. Made me laugh all day long. Gotta love Abby and her applesauce shamrock. Fun Fun Fun!

Simply Because These Makes Me Smile

Two words: Skinny Cow



Cailah and Hair. Everyone who knows her well has to laugh a little when those two words are put together. a) her hair is known to be a little nuts and b) she does her own hair lately and is super creative about it. The other morning I had to find the camera to capture the ultimate Cailah bedhead. Isn't it fantastic?

Grossness

I will apologize in advance because this is a bit gross but funny. Delayna is sick again--still--whatever you want to call it--and her nose runneth freely. She doesn't like having a runny nose and her favorite game is to rub in on you clothing when it's bugging. She also taken to picking, but it's not that effective. She does not, however, appreciate you wiping her nose so she runs away and looks for creative alternatives. Kris and I were watching her yesterday and she ran to the broom grabbed the handle and wiped her nose on it. Less than effective method, but 10 points for creativity.