Thursday, December 24, 2009

Science for Christmas and the Christmas Cow


Naomi got some science experiments for Christmas, which as you can see, is in line with her interests.







Here I present the Christmas Cow.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

i love myselfe mom.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Naomi's Recipe for Apple Soup

[Naomi has insisted that I post this. I do not recommend you attempt to eat it!]

Ingredients:
1. 1 Apple
2. Handful of Crushed Crackers
3. 1 cup Water
4. 1 pat of Butter
5. A dash of Honey
6. 5 Chips (ugh!)

Tools:
Knife, Bowl, Measuring Cup

Pour water into bowl. Get caught slicing apple into small pieces with sharp knife and have mom complete this step. Crumble crackers into bowl. Cut butter up and add. Pour honey into bowl. Crumble chips into bowl (augh! really?!).

[Editorial note: leave out for Laborador to get into and spill all over the floor.]

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Naomi's Take on the Afterlife

Naomi, on why she cannot become a zombie: "That only happens to bad people. When good people die, they go to heaven and become goddesses, or, you know, gods."

Dave: "Naomi, where did you get that?"

Naomi: "Hercules"

[Thanks sis]

Thursday, December 10, 2009

MINE!

The Labrador attempted to brazenly steal my Mac&Cheese right in front of me. Out of my cold, dead hands, dog!

Monday, December 7, 2009

Reading Contest

Her small highness's school is having their annual reading contest to encourage children to read. Parents record the number of minutes read each night. Last year this was the tipping point in Naomi deciding she would consent to read independently, as previous to making it a competition, she averred that she did not need to read, as she had "people" to do that for her.

This year, she is reading fluently and has turned into the little bookworm we expected. Problem? The school limits the minutes recorded to 30 per day, which for Naomi would now be a lower limit on a really busy day. So she reads 3 hours, we record 30 minutes. No fair!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Cruelty: The Smell of Baking Cookies

Wait, what do you MEAN I can't eat them?! Decorations only??!! What a hideous concept!