The lower the score, the better. I got a 10, and have no idea why the movie popped into my head when my score came up. It's not like I ever saw it or anything. I mean, I was eight when it came out. Funny, the things you remember.
Okay, not crafty, but it's the end of the week, and I have to post my color picture.
Dark chocolate M&Ms, my newest vice. I bought three bags on clearance at Target (yeah, I'm there almost every other day, seriously) after Christmas. Should last me until the next clearance sale, after Valentine's Day...
This week's color photo was taken back in November, when I was trying to spice up a boring day spent indoors. Just strategically placed slices of tamago, bread, and some seaweed salad for the face and hair (yeah, my kids will eat that). By the look of those smiles on my girls' faces, I think I succeeded.
Christmas vacation ends tomorrow, then it's back to school on Monday. It might be difficult to get back into the routine, especially the early to bed and early to rise. Hopefully, though, there will be a renewed energy, greater focus, more patience and understanding on everyone's part. I think I'm ready for 2008.
Playing with her Christmas present (and, no, I didn't pay that price for it... not even close! Sheesh!), Jessie made her first recognizable, non-scribble drawing. I'm so glad I captured it before it disappeared.
This week's color photo comes from Jessie's latest exploits with the new minivan. I know it's probably wreaking havoc on the automatic car door's mechanism, but she just looks so darn cute, and I know she won't be this small for too much longer, so I just can't help but laugh when she hangs onto the handle for a ride. I know I should be firm and not open the door until she's let go, but I'm just a softie, I guess.
Lynne has a wonderful project going on now, you can click on the mittens button in my sidebar and read more about it. I'm trying to finish up as many charity projects as I can before I get started on gifts for the holidays, but sometimes I get a little overwhelmed. There are so many people who need so much, but there are also so many friends and family that I want to make things for. Sweaters are out, they take too long. Same for quilts and afghans. So I'm going to crank out as many pairs of mittens and children's socks as I can before next Saturday, to send to the East Coast and Afghanistan, and then I'm going to start the Christmas factory. Look out, people! I've also got 250 cards to make...
This week's color photos were taken back in August, during our visit to the Getty Villa. I love exposing my kids to different cultural exhibits and events, music, art, dance, nature. They learn so much, without even realizing that they're learning, and I never know exactly what it is that they'll pick up from any given excursion. I just know it will be something, and hopefully it will make them fuller, rounder human beings.
Some of my favorite memories from my childhood are of my parents taking me and my sister to the art museum in New York, when it was too cold and snowy outside to do anything else, and we were most likely all going batty in the house. I was probably only three or four, but I specifically remember taking off my shoes, and walking inside a certain exhibit that was a glass, mirrored house... I have no idea what museum it was, or how often we went, but I remember the white socks on the glass and how special I felt. Later, when we moved to California, there was the Exploratorium, Steinhart Aquarium, my mom and I spending the day at the Oakland Museum, eating lunch in the courtyard and shooting baskets with wadded up napkins and the garbage can (for a prize of orange Popsicles).
Interactive, hands-on museums are the absolute best. There's no need to shush anyone, prevent them from walking past a certain velvet rope, or remind them to keep their hands to themselves. We'll be back in the Bay Area over Thanksgiving weekend, and I can't wait to visit those museums again. This time the tables will be turned, me as the parent, with kiddos in tow. I bet I'll still have a ball.
Becca will ask me every so often, "what's the color of the day this week?" She was all over it this time, as soon as she heard the "p" word.
Monday there's no school for Becca, so hopefully we'll be able to slow down and notice the little things, enjoy some free time together. I'm going to try to take this article, written by Molly, to heart. There's been a little too much screaming and many tears around here lately, not enough laughter (or sleep). Breathe in, breathe out, inhale, exhale, take a step back. Ah. Much better.