Thursday, December 31, 2009

Christmas, in No Particular Order

Christmas Eve story.

Christmas tea.

Christmas Texas Sux Beer. (Very funny Aunt D and Uncle S.)


Team Bendaroos.


I got my OWN camera!

We will NOT sit still for a matching jammies picture. You can't hold us down!


Hadley, just makin' sure nothing important gets thrown in the trash.
Like, for instance, trash.


What did you get for Christmas? My papa made me a doll house.


A big one!


Although I may not need it, since I act like I'm 40 sometimes.


Brown eyed beauties.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Tiny, Serious, Reindeer

Butterfly for Christmas


A few days before Christmas, Meredith awoke from her nap and donned this gay apparel. She wore it for the rest of the day, including one Christmas delivery in Cooper Young, and one small dinner party at our house. A few more Christmas pics will be along shortly. Although, really, what more do you need than a butterfly girl?

Saturday, December 19, 2009


Madeline just came and got me. She was mad that I left the bedroom, so she crawled through the hall, into the bathroom. Quickly. She's been crawling, but it hadn't yet occurred to her to leave a room. It's fun to see kids work to get what they want. (Especially if they're not 4 and what they want is candy).

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

December Madness

We've managed to maintain some sanity this month, despite the constant activity.

Parents got to go observe a ballet class. Video at the end. Mer's school does creative movement stuff until they're five or so. This year they danced to Wild Things music, did ribbon dances, and did lot of nursery rhymes with coordinating movements. They also skipped, which apparently is a big development step, because they've worked hard on it. You can see their minds working to move the right muscles. Needless to say: adorable.

Also on the ballet front, we went and saw The Nutcracker at The Orpheum. Gorgeous. (Picture stolen from Ballet Memphis).

We also had an ornament and cookie exchange party. There were LOTS of people in the house and it was definitely controlled chaos. But so much fun.


Taurean turned 18 this week. We're so proud of him and excited to see what the next year holds for him. Go T!

Rumor has it that there's also some big holiday next week. Should be fun.

Ballet class:

video

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

C is for Christmas. I mean Cookie.

Decorating cookies takes an enormous amount of effort. Mix. Roll. Cut. Bake. Cool. Mix. Frost. Clean. Clean. Clean. But so worth it!

Sunday, December 06, 2009

San Diego: La Jolla, Bird Rock

I took a lot of pictures in California, and they all make me happy, cause it was a great time. So I'm going to indulge myself, cause that's what blogs are all about. Here, then, is our 18 hour trip to San Diego. (Not included are pictures of fab cousins Scott and Jaclyn, who let us crash at their fab apartment. Also not included are the sights, smells, tastes of the sublime strip mall Mexican food that they served us upon our arrival. That meal alone atoned for the hellish experience of packing for a week long trip.)

We rose at dawn, more or less, cause that's what Memphians do when they're two time zones to the left. We were the lone diners at the breakfast place (almond pastries, carne asada eggs benedict). Then we walked to the corner of Dolphin and Bird Rock, and to other euphonious destinations.

Bird Rock. Site of Chris' last surfing expedition as a Californian, many moons ago. I don't think he or his buddy Brian would attest that it was a wildly successful venture, but since it's known to be somewhat dangerous and "locals only," we'll give credit where it's due.

The wealthy beach dwellers around Bird Rock are kind enough to offer amenities to the surfers.

20 years later, Chris and Brian are still brave (or dumb). In this picture, they're deciding whether or not to body surf in the 60 degree water. They did. I'll spare you those pictures.

What's better than ocean-view swinging?

Luckily, Brian and Kim's kids share Meredith's love of sea gull chasing. They were able to bond over this activity.

They also bonded over the building of a "drain." Not visible here: their florescently purple lips.
It was a very good day.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The End

Of life as we knew it.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Keddi's Bday Soiree

Mom's birthday was a couple weeks ago, so last weekend the family convened in the booming burg of Calico Rock for a parTAY. It was a fabulous time. Love you, mom.

Happy birthday, to you.


Madeline has dear Aunt Judy right where she wants her.



Madeline also has dear Uncle Paul right where she wants him.


Meredith dressed up, put on some lip gloss (by the looks of it), and was the face painter for the party. I got a monkey. Aunt Judy made a better choice: snowflake.


When your Keddi is a lifetime elementary school teacher, there are die cuts for every occasion and every day is craft day.


Oh, zee babeez. Zay are so prayshus.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Quotes

Me: Mer, go downstairs. I'll be there in a minute. OR
Me: Mer, go set up the tea party. I'll be there in a minute. OR
Me: Mer, please be patient. I'll be off the phone in just a minute.

Mer, this morning: Mom. A minute is a long time, I've discovered.

Also, she has really become obsessed with previews. Which she calls poems.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Sisters

"Meredith, go see if your sister is awake."

Thursday, November 12, 2009

When Naps are Not Required


I don't MAKE Meredith take a nap anymore. But she always does. The difference is that first she spends about an hour and a half destroying her room and then usually ends up sleeping someplace strange. Like today, for instance. In her sister's bassinet.

Also, Meredith would like to type something on her blog. Here goes:

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

We're All 35 Now [Strike That. Some of Us are 35. Some are 34. And Kate Still Laughs at Numbers.]

Good heavens. Spickler is the baby of the group [editor's note: actually, he's not] and he's 35. He wanted to go to Montgomery Bell State Park, so we did. (It was, after all, a good idea).

They plotted.

And performed.

They did not plot.

Grownups plotted to read. They did very little of that.

Grownups plotted to eat. They did quite a lot of that.

She was heartbroken when Walt decided a hike didn't sound like fun.

She recovered and played in the creek.

She fell in the creek.
The End.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

News Flash

You may not have ever heard this before, but things get a little busier when you double the number of children you have. Weirdest thing. So here's some pics, cause it's been awhile, and the girls aren't gettin' any younger.



 
Meridy's class went to see The Toymaker's Apprentice at The Circuit. It was really pretty wonderful. We were all entertained, including Madeline, who laughed a couple times. Babies think slapstick comedy is great.


Grandpa came for a nice long visit. Since he left, she's refusing all veggies. Come back soon, Grandpa!


Two teeth in three weeks. No need to maintain that pace, little one.