chocolate pudding

I have a lot of random pictures to post today. I hope you like them.

What blog of mine would be complete without a critter? This is a tomato worm, and the reason why none of my blossoms have turned into tomatoes. The little "big" dude suffered death by suffocation in a ziploc baggy, since I didn't have the guts to squash something with so much....guts. Jason's first thought when he saw him was "That's a great breakfast for Bear Grylls."

No idea what this one was, but he was fraternizing with the Tomato worm. He's on the watch list.


Mallory holding Jason's giant oreo cake for his 30th birthday. Max was sick, which made his birthday take a backseat, but we still had some fun. Mallory got to play some Frisbee golf with us at the Woodlands, and she did very well with her 4 inch wide Cinderella frisbee.

Chocolate pudding. Every night at dinner, I say the same thing to Jason, regarding Max: "Just don't look at him, and you won't get mad."


This is the way Max can get out of his crib, even when we jerry-rigged the mattress 6 inches below the lowest setting. Thus the crib tent.



I couldn't figure out what Max was imagining during this little dance until I saw the same thing while he was watching Blue Clues. He is doing the "think....think...thi--i--nk" of the thinking chair song.

Memories

I liked this post from my friend, Andrea's, blog. I usually don't do this stuff, but here goes.

Here are the directions:

1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

lunch time

I made one surprise lunch when I was feeling generous, and Mallory has never stopped asking for them since. I try to tell her that I'll only make her one if she has a friend over, and that helps. Thanks for all of the bologna-and-cottage cheese-face surprise lunches, mom.
Oh, and Mallory insisted that I take this picture because she was upset at herself for messing up the hair. This way she could look at it before she messed it up completely and "immortalize" it in its perfect state.

This looks bad, but considering it's Max self-feeding chocolate pudding, I'd say it's a major step forward. He gets points for a clean forehead, nose, ears, and hairs.

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Jason insisted that I post a blog about what Mallory did yesterday. He was playing pool with her, and while he was pulling balls out of the pockets, she began to guess what numbers they were just by seeing the color and nature (solid or stripe). After getting two in a row correctly, he continued with the rest, carefully covering the number with his fingers. She guessed every single one correctly, with only one hesitation. Jason was very proud, because he thinks she's inherited the Miner gene for remembering number patterns. His dad, Jim, is the parts manager at M&R and he has most if not all of the parts numbers memorized. (I'm not sure of how many parts there are at that store, but it's a LOT.) Jason, has also discovered a knack for recalling long number sequences while doing programming and Excel codes. We really enjoy discovering the ways our kids are smart, like most parents. And I am a little relieved at the idea that Jason might have someone with which to share his computer/mathematical nerdyness. While I comprehend mathematics and computer jargon enough to get the grade, it's about as exciting to me as one waiting for the drop of drool to fall out of my classmates snoring mouth.
On a side note, I think my dad was a little disappointed when I didn't share his love for equations. But at least we've got Politics, right dad?
Another tangent:
Jason's parents were at Sturgis last week and apparently John McCain was there giving a speech to the Veterans. No comment needed.