Rock Climbing

We spent the night in Boise a few weeks ago and the kids and I found a great park. These pics are the kids climbing the rocks.

Who are you?

My brother and I had a long discussion about movies and I found out he doesn't like any movie that is a time piece. WHAT? So I was forced to watch Pride & Prejudice. Today I found this little quiz. This isn't at all how I would describe my self but how accurate can it really be? Maybe I should have the captain fill it out for me and see who I am in his eyes, scary.

Take the Quiz here!

You are intelligent, witty, and tremendously attractive. You have a good head on your shoulders, and oftentimes find yourself the lone beacon of reason in a sea of ridiculousness. You take great pleasure in many things. You are proficient in nearly all of them, though you will never own it. Lest you seem too perfect, you have a tendency toward prejudgement that serves you very ill indeed.

The Chair

Summer is drawing to an end and I am actually very excited to get the boys back in school. Toady's reason: The Captain and I have had a banana chair since before we had children. He thought it would help him study chemistry, it didn't, it did help with the many hours of piloting classes, I think. Anyway, our somewhat tattered banana chair is the source of all contention in our home this week. Why? I don't know. I wish I knew. I had to lock it in my room just to keep the kids from fighting over it, seriously, a banana chair. It is mostly the boys but Lulu hates to be left out so she joins in the quest of being the ruler of the chair. No one wants to leave the chair because it would be like relinquishing the throne. So today I can't wait for school to start. When The Captain gets home we may consider getting rid of the chair or at least moving it into storage for awhile.

What would you do?

Your five-year-old has a cowlick in the middle of his uni brow, what do you do?

You may call this torture, I call it love. See how they pose so nicely for the picture before they rip it off and remember why they hate those wax strips.

It must come off, right? So they cause their own pain and I have two little boys and four eyebrows.

What is this stuff Mom?