Brooke: "I'm thankful I finally got my house cleaned at a reasonable pace today, got the laundry done, and Geoff got the girls out to the park to play. Productive day!"
Abigail: "Nothing. I didn't do anything exciting today." Note Geoff, don't bother taking Abby to the boring ol' park anymore.
Lauren: "Scooby-Doo movie."
Life with these two is never dull. This blog is dedicated to the stories that make life with my lovelies, Abby & Lauren, a thrill to live.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Day of Thanks--No. Twelve
Abigail: "Myself." Smile.
Lauren: "I'm thankful for that Woody movie theater thing." Once again, she doesn't own this. But she spied it today at Barnes and Noble; let's just say she's less than thrilled that she has to wait so long for Christmas.... everyone in Barnes and Noble this afternoon can attest to that.
Brooke: "I'm thankful for Abby's new choice in friends. Her new bus buddy's name is Ethan. He lives a hop, skip and a jump from our front door and he is a nice boy. He has already invited her over for her first playdate; a big deal, since Ethan is extra shy. I'm grateful she's choosing quality friends."
Lauren: "I'm thankful for that Woody movie theater thing." Once again, she doesn't own this. But she spied it today at Barnes and Noble; let's just say she's less than thrilled that she has to wait so long for Christmas.... everyone in Barnes and Noble this afternoon can attest to that.
Brooke: "I'm thankful for Abby's new choice in friends. Her new bus buddy's name is Ethan. He lives a hop, skip and a jump from our front door and he is a nice boy. He has already invited her over for her first playdate; a big deal, since Ethan is extra shy. I'm grateful she's choosing quality friends."
Flashback Friday
Ahhh, the days why my biggest concern was how much dog hair would be deposited in their diapers as a result of helping themselves to breakfast.
May, 2008
{Every Little Bit Counts}
{Mission Accomplished}
{Sharing the Wealth}
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Abby's World
Abby's first kindergarten conference went well today. No big surprises and overall she received high remarks.
The following is a sample of Abby's work from Writer's Workshop. Abby is perched in the lower left, to the right of her are dogs. You will also see her house, a moon, a rainbow.... and that is a truck.
{Abby's World}
Day of Thanks--No. Eleven
Lauren: "I'm thankful for a rocket. And I'm thankful for the red car." Once again, this child is thankful for something she does not yet have.
Abigail: "Like homes and foods and pets."
Brooke: "I'm thankful for the veterans. I'm thankful for an outstanding conference with Abby's teacher. And I'm thankful for the great teachers my girls have. Who could ask for anything more?!"
A special thank you to my grandpa. You're the only one I've got. Thank you for your service in the Air Force. Thank you for bringing your family back to Minnesota, raising your children, and seeing your grandchildren through such instrumental years. Thank you for all of the hard work and love you put into the cabin; it is such a central part of who we are, what we love, and what we love about each other. Thank you, Grandpa, for being you!
Abigail: "Like homes and foods and pets."
Brooke: "I'm thankful for the veterans. I'm thankful for an outstanding conference with Abby's teacher. And I'm thankful for the great teachers my girls have. Who could ask for anything more?!"
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A special thank you to my grandpa. You're the only one I've got. Thank you for your service in the Air Force. Thank you for bringing your family back to Minnesota, raising your children, and seeing your grandchildren through such instrumental years. Thank you for all of the hard work and love you put into the cabin; it is such a central part of who we are, what we love, and what we love about each other. Thank you, Grandpa, for being you!
{Grandpa and Grandma Bendorf with My Dad
in Washington}
in Washington}
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Santa and a Candy Word
Some random thoughts from today....
Lauren and I seized the opportunity to indulge in some custard at our favorite stand on this warm November afternoon. As we were seated at an outside table Lauren shouts, "Hey, there's Santa!" Sure enough there was a man in a red sweatshirt with a white beard, driving a red car. He disappeared behind the building, then parked right in front of where we were sitting. Whether he heard her or not I don't know, but he smiled at Lauren, waiting to catch her eyes. See, Lauren. Santa is always watching!
Later this afternoon, after Abby got home from school, she and I took Lizzie for a walk.... just the two of us. Seemingly out of nowhere she inquired, "Why does Santa have a big belly like Hailey?" That one took some clever skirting, but eventually we moved on to other subjects. Poor Hailey, let's hope she doesn't ask her the same question on the bus tomorrow!
Tonight as we were wrapping up story time, Abby and I were giggling and being silly. (Lauren had previously vacated the scene due to an unsightly tantrum.) Abby must have decided it would be an opportune time to try out a few new words she learned, courtesy of the naughty boy on the bus. She was reprimanded for the use of 'crap' and 'butthead'; I firmly instructed her not to use nasty words. "How about a candy word?" she asked. "NERD!" I couldn't control the laughter.
Lauren and I seized the opportunity to indulge in some custard at our favorite stand on this warm November afternoon. As we were seated at an outside table Lauren shouts, "Hey, there's Santa!" Sure enough there was a man in a red sweatshirt with a white beard, driving a red car. He disappeared behind the building, then parked right in front of where we were sitting. Whether he heard her or not I don't know, but he smiled at Lauren, waiting to catch her eyes. See, Lauren. Santa is always watching!
Later this afternoon, after Abby got home from school, she and I took Lizzie for a walk.... just the two of us. Seemingly out of nowhere she inquired, "Why does Santa have a big belly like Hailey?" That one took some clever skirting, but eventually we moved on to other subjects. Poor Hailey, let's hope she doesn't ask her the same question on the bus tomorrow!
Tonight as we were wrapping up story time, Abby and I were giggling and being silly. (Lauren had previously vacated the scene due to an unsightly tantrum.) Abby must have decided it would be an opportune time to try out a few new words she learned, courtesy of the naughty boy on the bus. She was reprimanded for the use of 'crap' and 'butthead'; I firmly instructed her not to use nasty words. "How about a candy word?" she asked. "NERD!" I couldn't control the laughter.
Day of Thanks--No. Ten
Lauren: "I'm thankful for school because I love it."
Abigail: "Going on a walk by ourselves." And she and I held hands the whole time. Abby, you're the best!
Brooke: "I'm thankful for Geoff, and the way he takes it upon himself to get the girls through their nightly routine when I'm occupied with other chores. I'm also thankful for feeling better, a little better; well enough to stop at our local custard stand with Lauren for an after school treat today. Thanks, Lauren for being my girl!"
Abigail: "Going on a walk by ourselves." And she and I held hands the whole time. Abby, you're the best!
Brooke: "I'm thankful for Geoff, and the way he takes it upon himself to get the girls through their nightly routine when I'm occupied with other chores. I'm also thankful for feeling better, a little better; well enough to stop at our local custard stand with Lauren for an after school treat today. Thanks, Lauren for being my girl!"
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- I'm a teacher by trade, writer at heart & mom in every sense of my being. I never considered writing as a profession, but after I got married and began moving around the country, I began sharing my adventures, misadventures & updates through a sort of e-mail newsletter. I found a true passion in unconventional story-telling that has followed me into motherhood.




