Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Basketball weekend
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Ladies Man
This past weekend Papa Bear had to go to Eastern Washington for basketball. Its about a 5 hour drive. They left on Thursday afternoon. Brother Bear didn't have school on Friday because of Presidents Day so he was allowed to go along. Every once in awhile he gets to go on an out of town trip with Papa. Brother is Papa's helper on the bench, passing out water bottles and towels. I went to get him early from school on Thursday. He was pretty excited to miss the Valentines party in his class. He didn't miss out on the valentines though! The women's team travels and plays the same schools as the men's team. They came prepared with Hannah Montana valentines for Brother. I don't think he's too embarrassed....he's smiling.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
No Snow
No snow.
We don't get alot of snow here, so I think it's still fun and exciting when we do get snow.
The kids are bummed.
Their aunt gave them this awesome snow paint to use.
It's been put in the closet.
Maybe we'll get to use it this winter.
We might just have to save it for next winter.
Guess for now I'll just have to look at old pictures of the snow.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Stickers
Monday, February 1, 2010
Broken Comb
Papa Bear did Sister's hair the other day. For those of you who have never seen Sister when she wakes up, the back of her hair is a rats nest in the morning. I use a detangler spray on her hair when I comb it out. I don't think Papa knew that. So, he set about to do Sister's hair.
I am in the other room and I hear "oh no you broke the comb." Her rats nest was so strong it broke the comb. Brother comes upstairs and sees the broken comb.
Brother- "hey my comb is broken."
Mama- "you don't comb your hair." His hair is getting very long and shaggy. Half the time he goes to school without combing it.
Brother- "but when I do comb it that's the one I use."
I am in the other room and I hear "oh no you broke the comb." Her rats nest was so strong it broke the comb. Brother comes upstairs and sees the broken comb.
Brother- "hey my comb is broken."
Mama- "you don't comb your hair." His hair is getting very long and shaggy. Half the time he goes to school without combing it.
Brother- "but when I do comb it that's the one I use."
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