I had the distinct pleasure of going on a guided tour of Air & Space museum today. A man at the church that we attend is the director of education for the museum, and offered to take a group on a tour. I got so much more out of those two hours than I would ever have on my own. Hope you enjoy the virtual tour! I almost killed the battery on my camera!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
vote - brunette or ginger?
Stay Ginger? or...
Go back to Brunette?
Which do you vote??? Should I keep the red? It's actually A LOT redder in person. There's a poll on the left.
The pictures of myself are lame...I'm the picture taker in the family, and generally the official picture taker doesn't get pictures taken of themselves, do they?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
ilsa's hot new wheels
It became very apparent yesterday that Ilsa has outgrown her cute, pink bike. So a trip to the bike shop was in order...
Ilsa is very proud of her big girl bike with REAL BLACK TIRES, because "only little girl bikes have white tires."
She had also outgrown her helmet, which was a hand-me-down from a 2 year old Ingrid if you can believe it. We found one with....LADYBUGS!
"Thank you Mommy and Daddy, I ADORE my new bike!" - Ilsa
Sunday, February 20, 2011
disney princessification
Yesterday I took the girls to see Disney on Ice, Princess Dreams. It was a bunch of hoo-haa about "if you wish it, it can come true". Truly don't think they caught onto the silly storyline about wishing and dreams, etc...they just wanted to see Ariel and the gang spin and jump on the ice -- and they ate it up. It was a pretty great show, especially the portions with The Little Mermaid...none of those pictures turned out though.
Belle, Lumiere and the cutlery.
Ilsa and her uber-expensive Tinkerbell spinner.
Ingrid is A LOT happier than she looks. She just hates having her picture taken.
Ditto the comment above.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
one dream I hope doesn't come true.
Last night Ingrid dreamed I had 200,000 babies, well toddlers because they could talk a bit. They were all being mean to her, so she told them to, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" They didn't stop, so she hid them in the closet. That must've been a big closet.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Solar "Death Ray": Power of 5000 suns!
The geek girl in me thinks this is amazing. It's really quite beautiful, too. Just don't get in the way. Yergh..
Toxic Parenting
Parents, you need to read this blog post from Mark Altrogge's "Blazing Center" blog. We're printing it off and taping it onto our bathroom mirror.
Duck! Rabbit! by Amy Krouse Rosenthal (Chronicle Books)
I posted this on my blog a while back, but it's just so cute, that I just had to re-post.
Monday, February 14, 2011
royal shakespeare company royal mail postage stamps
Oh brother, here's just another reason this Anglophile wishes I was living in England. The Royal Mail is releasing a set of stamps commorating six iconic images in celebration of 50 years of the Company's charter. These are just COOL.
Mr. BikeMan and I were privileged to attend a production of Antony & Cleopatra back in 1999 at the theatre in Stratford upon Avon. Alan Bates was Antony. It was AMAZING. Someday, we'd love to go back.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
barbie tells her side of the story
Interviewer: So, tell us Barbie, what was it really like to sit like a statue on top of a cake for 8 hours. Did you feel...used? Abused?
Barbie: Oh yes, Barbara, I did. I felt used, humiliated, less than...plastic. It was the most horrible experience of my of my entire life. (Dabbing her eyes...) There I was sitting on that horrid fondant-covered cake. Not even frosting! It was hard and smooth. No cush for my bony tush.
And then, all of these little 7 year old girls just started...STARING. It was humiliating. And then this woman with really short hair came and placed these flaming torches right next to my flipper. I...I...I thought my hair was going to catch on fire. I was TERRIFYING. (Breaks down sobbing...) And then, finally, she pulled me off of the cake, just cast me aside without even a thank you.
Just a thank you. That's all I wanted.
Just...a...thank you... (Voice trailing off, eyes cast downward...)
Interviewer: I'm so, so sorry that you had to suffer this humiliation, Barbie.
And to all of you watching this story. Maybe Barbie's bravery in the telling of her tale of humiliation will be a wake-up call about the serious topic of birthday-cake abuse.
sing a dirge...again
Mr. T/Hamlet/The Doctor has died. T-H-D was the last of the original four fish purchased Thanksgiving weekend. (T-H-D is the fish on the left with the black tail.)
Mr. T must've gotten into one fight too many.
Hamlet, well, everybody does die in the end.
The Doctor must've been too gravely injured to regenerate.
Or maybe the fish died out of confusion -- three names may've been too many for its little tiny brain to handle.
Ingrid's birthday cake
I decorated this cake at 5:00 am. I am SOOO tired. And there are going to be 12 screaming 7 year old girls in our home in 4 hours...I need a long hot bath right about now, but I have too much to do in the meantime. I need to get off of the computer!!! And no, I'm not a Barbie fan all of a sudden. Ingrid bought her with her very own hard-earned money because I wouldn't buy her one. Mean Mommy.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
next gen VW beetle!
I guess I'm on a VW kick... I just love when the beetle launches herself (Ilsa says she's a girl) off of the "cliff"...
use the force!
I know this is everywhere right now, but I just can't get enough of this ad. We aren't football fans so we didn't watch the Superbowl. I found the video over on Tim Challies's website.
Oh, and by the way, I am not endorsing the other Superbowl commercials that follow this one if you happen to activate the "view in YouTube" option. Some are downright nasty. I'm no prude, but I wouldn't let the girls click the link to view the other ones. Even the Pepsi one was suggestive.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
do sleestaks commute by bicycle?
Mr. BikeMan is looking for a new pair of winter biking gloves.
Am I the only one who thinks they look like they would fit a Sleestak?
Friday, February 4, 2011
interesting jobs and old lady hair salon
I had a mini Mommy-Day yesterday. Mr. BikeMan was off so he sent me on my merry way for some alone time. I took the Metro even...very relaxing way to get from point-A to point-B, I must say.
First I got my haircut -- it was much needed. In talking to my stylist, I learned that her husband used to be a Secret Service agent on President Obama's detail. Apparently the job is very, very stressful and the attrition rate is very high. He no longer is in the SS, but has an equally interesting and very top secret job which I won't divulge...I will say it is very "Lie to Me"-ish. The salon I frequent is rather posh.
In contrast to my salon, Mr. BikeMan took Ilsa to "The Beauty Salon" for a much-needed haircut. While not posh, it is very friendly but an anachronism harkening back to a much slower time. The salon has been in the same location for 47 years. The woman who cut her hair had been working there the entire time. Ilsa must have lowered the average age of the customers by 70 years the second she walked through the door, but the blue-haired ladies getting their once-a-week sets absolutely LOVED her.
The salon furniture was exactly as you would imagine: white cabinets with gold 1960's filagree detailing, combs in tall jars filled with that blue chemical...and someone was getting a real perm -- I haven't smelled perm solution in a beauty salon that I have frequented in years.
The beautician used old-fashioned aerosol hairspray in a can to set her hair. Mr. BikeMan said she smelled like an old lady whose name would be "Hazel," so now we have dubbed the haircut Hazel-Hair.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
i want one
Do they make these Mom-sized? Although, it is kind of creepy for little kids to be riding around in a killing machine. They should make a TARDIS-mobile version.
sweethearts
Every holiday has that certain treat that just is...it:
Halloween: candy corn
Christmas: mint Frangoes
Easter: Cadbury Mini Eggs
Valentine's Day: Sweehearts -- the real ones
I just can't say no to the girls when they ask for those little pink boxes of Sweethearts. I love 'em too. The purple (grape) is my favorite, with yellow (banana) a very close second. And don't you dare try and sneak a generic brand into my candy dish. I can tell the difference.
When Mr. BikeMan and I first started dating, Valentine's Day rolled around, and he bought a box of Sweethearts for us to share. We sat at the counter of a casual Russian restaurant in Bellevue Square in Bellevue, Washington, and he handed them to me one by one. He'd saved the best for last: "I Love You". True story.
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