Air Pressure, Sweet Kids & other Photos of the week

So, this week (and next) we are going over weather and all that jazz in my class.  One of the things we went over was how air pressure is always going from HIGH pressure areas to LOW pressure areas.  One of the "Experiments" we did (read: observation - I DID the experiment and kids observed) was heating to boiling a soda can with 15 mL of water.  That was then inverted into an ice water bath.  Shazzam!  The high pressure area outside the can implodes the low pressure inside the can. It was AWESOME! Here is my picture of the cans at the end of the day.

Then, we have Caleb giving me a great smile while he played with his trains and cars. Notice he's just wearing a band-aid on his amputated ring finger.  It's looking so great!  He has three-fourths of the nail and it's nicely rounded.

Next, we have Papa's grilling assistant with the essential tools of the trade: Sippy cup & blanket, of course.

Finally, there is a shot of Owen with his slicked down hair and a good cheesy grin.  Man, I love these boys (and my camera!).

Fish Tacos

Owen made fish tacos today:
See?  HAHAHA!
Now you want the recipe, right?!
Okay, okay.  You talked me into it.
Step 1: Mama will give you a bunch of different items for lunch.
Step 2: Bite a hole out of the tortilla.
Step 3: Place mini-rainbow goldfish crackers in the new hole you just created.
Step 4: Fold over and try to pick up the fish taco. Laugh when momma laughs at you and the mini-rainbow fishes falling out (because you made a hole).
ENJOY!

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It's time to say goodbye!

Jean & Greg (Gramma & Grandpa) WERE able to make it in finally, on Friday.  We had a blast visiting with them... but, alas - Monday reared it's ugly head and we had to say goodbye!  I miss them already!

Jean, loving on Owen - or was it Owen, loving on Jean? He just couldn't get enough.

Greg and our pretty boys!

Now that we are finished with all things Christmas-y, I suppose I should take down the Christmas tree and other decor.  Humph.  I don't wanna.

Can't sleep

It's 1:15 on Friday morning.  I can't sleep.  I'm all full of nerves about what today holds.

See, yesterday, my mother-in-law and her beau were due to fly into San Antonio from Cleveland (Ohio).  They should have been there by 11:45 am... but at 4:45 am, we got a text that their flight had been canceled.  So, they were able to get another flight that would get them to San Antonio by 9:45 pm.  Brant and I drove all the way to Junction to pick them up before we got the call that THAT flight had also been canceled.  BUMMER!!!  So, they are going to try ONE.MORE.TIME to get here today.  Same early flight time.  I think we'll know by 6 am whether it is a go or not... but, I've already called in "sick." And, IF they don't make it in - I *might* still play hookie.  That's okay, right?

But, I want them to make it in.  I miss having a mommy that is so wonderful, here.  AND, I know my hubby misses his mommy, too.  AND, my kids WANT to see their one and only real Grandma...

Waiting ... it just kills me ... :o)

Cleaning out breaks my heart

I'm trying to clean out the boys' rooms today. The goal is to take everything out of both rooms; take away old or broken toys; give away good ones we won't use, as well as baby clothes. Then, we will put back clothes & bedding for both boys in one room, and toys in the other room. The problem is that I haven't been motivated to do this all break. Here we are, two days left, and I *have* to get it done. It's breaking my heart to pack away the baby the baby things we no longer need. All the burp cloths, tiny shoes, itty bitty onezies... Ahhhh! I want to hold onto the baby stuff... But, there is no real need to do that. We're - for all practical thoughts - *done* having babies. I don't want to be... But, I'm already 34... He's 35... We can't afford more (let alone the two blessings we already have)... And, we don't want to push our luck. So, it's with a heavy heart that I get back to work: sorting, remembering, folding, and saying goodbye to that phase of motherhood. "Au revoir" babyhood... It was a fun run/crawl/scoot while I was blessed to experience you - twice...

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