A Little Snark for Your Morning

Davis: "I didn't want you to pour my cereal WIDE I wanted you to pour it TALL!"
Madison: "I can't pour cereal tall. It doesn't work that way."
Davis: "Yes you can!"
Madison: "Apparently you don't understand physics."
Davis: "Yes I do understand physics! I do!"
Madison: "Really? What is it?"
Davis: "Okay FINE! I don't understand PHYSICS! Do you feel better now?"
Madison: "Pretty much."

Back to the Grind

On our way home from our trip to Disneyland (more on that later) we saw a double rainbow.

And I'm sorry but I just can't resist . . .

What does it MEAN?!!

Enough about that. Way back in March I told you I was going to start a new venture and guess what--I have. It is an online magazine called called KNACKMagazine. You can find us at (drum roll please) KNACKMag.com!


I started it with two good friends, I know, I know, I have been told this is a bad idea more than once, but I did it anyway. We have our first issue up and you should check it out partly because it has awesome downloadable patterns, and partly because it has amazing articles (don't worry I didn't write them so they should be grammatically correct) but mostly because the cover picture is of me as a little kid in a homemade wonder woman costume. 


But seriously check it out.

Soul Surfing

Davis and Madison have been watching Soul Surfer a lot lately. It is one of Madison's favorite movies and Davis is the only one she can sucker into watching it with her.

So while watching the movie the other night they came to a part where the dad tells the girl she can still surf with only one arm because she can do anything to which Davis says, "Yeah except get your other arm back!"

Davis' impression of Soul Surfer

I am pretty sure he lost the wrong arm. He may have received his ability to decipher left and right from me.

Another Rousing Program

This morning was the boy's orchestra concert. I went early to get a good seat because I wanted to finally get a good picture of him playing his violin.

Unfortunately, he's short.

But I managed to a great shot of the tip of his bow

and a nice shot of his toes

and a fantastic shot of his shoulder.

Here's looking forward to next year.

Oh THAT Guy

Davis: Mom whats the name of that guy who controls the weather?
Me: Do you mean the weather man? The guy on T.V.?
Davis: No. The guy who like makes the weather and controls it and stuff.
Me: Are you talking about Mother Nature?
Davis: NO! Its a GUY.  And he like makes stuff and is in charge and everything.
Me: God? Are you talking about God?
Davis: YES! God! He really shouldn't have made wind. I don't like it.

Madison is 12

Madison turned 12 on the 4th. I'm not sure when that happened but it did. But let's just be clear--she may be getting older but she's still a kid.

Mike: Madison, did you know that your birthday is on Star Wars Day?
Madison: Well all day the boys in my class were like, "May the fourth be with you!" and I knew that was like what they say on Star Wars so that makes sense but the whole time I was like, "you could say that any day of the month because every month has a fourth" but I was thinking about that because earlier this week when we were talking about the field trip we were going to take she was all like, "We're going on May 4th and that's Star Wars day--May the Fourth be with you!!" So I realized, yeah, its like May and May, so of course it would be Star Wars day because you can't just do that in April or March or whatever. It doesn't really work. So we ended up going on Star Wars day and now I get it.
Mike: So . . . yes?
Madison: Wait . . . Did you ask me a question?

So yeah she's still a kid.

Introducing Spike

Today the old man at the pet store talked me into buying a otocinclus.

He promised me that Frankie and the little algae eater would get along. Besides he was only a dollar so it wasn't a hard sale.

Davis saw him and immediately fell in love so the otocinclus is now Davis' "allergy eater." He named him "Spike the Allergy Eater" but calls him Spike for short.

I gave Davis the bag and he loving poured Spike into Frankie's tank and said,

"Mom, Frankie's like, 'Hey Bartholomew, whats up!' Because Frankie doesn't know his name is really Spike."

"But don't you think it's kind of weird that Frankie would call him Bartholomew?"

"Maybe. But it would be more weirder if Frankie knew Spike's name 'cause they've never met 'til now."

"Good point. You should just tell Frankie that his name is Spike and not Bartholomew."

"I don't speak fish."