The Masquitos

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Curly Top

Love it when their eye lashes really start to show.

She loves buckles right now.

She, also, happens to be the only one with curly hair!! What fun times it's been. Neither Stephen, nor I, have any experience in the curly hair department, but we both agree it's adorable. The humidity has been making it REALLY curl lately...along with also making her asthma flare up like crazy...I'm pretty sure Shirley Temple hasn't got anything on this little cutie.

The boys busted up giggling the first time I did her hair because it looked like "whale water". They think it's pretty cool and talk about it all the time when her hair is done.

And then there were girls...

Last year we were hot upstairs and just sucked it up. The boys got fans for Christmas and it's helped a ton in their rooms. This year it's been REALLY hot upstairs, illustrated by the sweaty headed little girl that emerges from nap/quiet time everyday.

She's DEFINITELY settled on pink as a favorite color. She still can't remember it's called pink, and can't recall the word pink if you ask what color she wants, but if you dare give her a bowl, spoon, cup, bib, etc that ISN'T pink she completely melts down. On days I'm up for the challenge I give her purple and we work through it in the pursuit of flexibility in life...the tired days she gets just gets pink.

While looking for a fan for "Aunt Sassy's Room" she spotted this little beauty displayed overhead. She was in an excited tizzy. She was going wild about something, but we couldn't figure out what. We finally let her out of the stroller and she ran to this fan at mach speed and stood there "talking" 100 miles an hour. She was super excited and 98% of what she was saying wasn't understandable. She was in love...

In addition to Aunt Sassy getting a fan...so did Lynneah.

Cuddling it...

Helping dad install it...

Cheering dad on as it comes together...

Almost done...

"Look! It a vvvvvv fffffan!!"

"I like the 'fi-Yers' (flowers)!!"

"I see a bu-fwy!!"

Thanks dad!

And all is well in the world of Lynneah.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

A Little Gem

We have a tough dynamic with these two.

They are separated at the table for meals.

They are separated in the van for rides.

They are in separate bedrooms.

They go on separate outings with Grandma and Grandpa.
They are separated on the bench at church.

They're just tough, so cute, but tough.

We decided they don't have to be best friends, but they do have to be civil and polite to each other...easier said that done we're learning.

By keeping them as separated, and out of each other's space, as much as possible the whole be polite and civil thing actually happens once in a while.

Lincoln's noggin gave Garrett a black eye so, of course, I had to get pictures of it.

Look what a gem I got!!

I'm in love with this shot of them.

Their eyes are happy.

Their smiles are real.

It makes me want to smile back.

It's getting printed nice and big, framed, and placed prominently in the house for us all to see everyday.

Somethin' Fishy Around Here

Garrett loves fish!

So, of course, we have a fish. Much to my dismay we learned that the goldfish sold in stores are no longer air breathers, but must be in an aerated aquarium environment. That leaves only Betas as an air breathing option. Betas are not the rugged manly kind of fish I wanted, but we let Garrett get one anyway. When my brother left we were given his Beta to fish-sit till he got back. Rather than have two tanks on the counter I bought one of those fancy dancy divided deals. Garrett's fish tried to be tough, but ended up dying from Pansy Syndrome. Rob's feisty fish was still going strong, but I needed to clean the tank and get Garrett's little friend out.

I always catch the fish in a slotted spoon and transfer to a bowl for safe keeping...

Something went wildly wrong on this day. The dang thing swam THROUGH the hole half way and got stuck. THAT'S when I realized I had the wrong scoop!! Dang it, now what the heck do I do? I couldn't pull the darn thing out or he'd drown. He couldn't get the rest of the way through. I couldn't leave him sitting there till Stephen got home or he'd die. I muttered my favorite word, that my kids aren't allowed to repeat, under my breath and sent a picture to Stephen followed by a phone call.

We were in luck he was at the office about 5 minutes away; and came to the rescue!!

I'd already decided the best option was to break the spoon off from around him, but I wasn't strong enough to do it without killing the fish. He held the spoon with some kind of grip thingy and slowly cut it away with some other manly tool that I probably know the name of but can't remember...while mumbling something about only my wife could manage to get a fish stuck in a spoon. I'm positive I'm not the only cool wife out there though...

It WORKED!!

The darn thing was free, and obviously traumatized. I figured he'd be dead within a few days.

Wouldn't you know it, he's still going strong and feisty as ever. Seriously tough little cookie that fish is.

I just want an old fashioned, low maintenance, goldfish.