Seth grumbling while putting on his sneakers (last worn when we climbed the North Menan Butte on Saturday).
Seth: Having stickers in your shoe is the worst thing in the world.
Bekah: How 'bout getting your head chopped off?
2011-07-25
2011-07-21
The list grows longer ...
At this rate, we'll be seeing giraffes in our yard before long.
Of course, I'm referencing our ever-growing list of animal encounters in our lovely rural neighborhood. We've had the pleasure of entertaining wild animals, farm animals and your usual outdoor pets.
So when Seth came in yesterday to confide that we had a guinea pig hiding in the stack of wood next to the shed, I figured I had misheard him. I mean, come on ... a guinea pig? I was sure it was actually another rock chuck. Or possibly (shudder) a rat without a tail.
But sure enough, it was a guinea pig. A big brown guinea pig.
We tried cornering it, but it managed to slip past us and hide under some other planks. At that point, I figured some investigation was in order. I walked next door and asked the neighbors if they owned such a pet. The look on Tina's face could be described as utter astonishment as she exclaimed, "He ran away two weeks ago!"
Between Seth, Taylor (Tina's daughter and the owner of the delinquent pet), Bekah, Ana and I, we managed to chase the guinea pig into Tina's arms. And although the little guy (Bekah thought he was a Zhu Zhu) squeaked in alarm, he seemed no worse for the wear.
How he survived outdoors for two weeks is still a mystery. He must have used his innate ninja-guinea skills to avoid the owls. But if his main source of sustenance was my vegetable garden, no amount of stealthiness will protect him from me.
Of course, I'm referencing our ever-growing list of animal encounters in our lovely rural neighborhood. We've had the pleasure of entertaining wild animals, farm animals and your usual outdoor pets.
So when Seth came in yesterday to confide that we had a guinea pig hiding in the stack of wood next to the shed, I figured I had misheard him. I mean, come on ... a guinea pig? I was sure it was actually another rock chuck. Or possibly (shudder) a rat without a tail.
But sure enough, it was a guinea pig. A big brown guinea pig.
We tried cornering it, but it managed to slip past us and hide under some other planks. At that point, I figured some investigation was in order. I walked next door and asked the neighbors if they owned such a pet. The look on Tina's face could be described as utter astonishment as she exclaimed, "He ran away two weeks ago!"
Between Seth, Taylor (Tina's daughter and the owner of the delinquent pet), Bekah, Ana and I, we managed to chase the guinea pig into Tina's arms. And although the little guy (Bekah thought he was a Zhu Zhu) squeaked in alarm, he seemed no worse for the wear.
How he survived outdoors for two weeks is still a mystery. He must have used his innate ninja-guinea skills to avoid the owls. But if his main source of sustenance was my vegetable garden, no amount of stealthiness will protect him from me.
2011-07-20
Bekahism #40
While driving through downtown I.F.
Bekah: Mom! You just drove over a crosswalk!
Andrea: What was I supposed to do?
Bekah: (Thinks for a moment.) Jump over it.
Andrea: Well, when you invent a car that jumps over crosswalks, I'll drive it.
Bekah: Isn't there one already? It's called a jump drive.
Bekah: Mom! You just drove over a crosswalk!
Andrea: What was I supposed to do?
Bekah: (Thinks for a moment.) Jump over it.
Andrea: Well, when you invent a car that jumps over crosswalks, I'll drive it.
Bekah: Isn't there one already? It's called a jump drive.
2011-07-11
Ana-ism #12
Analee: Mom, can I jump on the little trampoline?
Andrea: Have you put all your stuff away?
Analee: Yes.
Andrea: What about that hat on the floor?
Analee: (Picks it up.) I want to wear it.
Andrea: No, I think you just don't want to put it away.
Analee: Did you just read my mind?!
Andrea: Have you put all your stuff away?
Analee: Yes.
Andrea: What about that hat on the floor?
Analee: (Picks it up.) I want to wear it.
Andrea: No, I think you just don't want to put it away.
Analee: Did you just read my mind?!
A riddle
Q: What do you get when you cross a toddler and a piece of licorice?
A: A stinkin' adorable mess.
A: A stinkin' adorable mess.2011-07-04
Camping
We had the pleasure of going camping Friday-Saturday with Seth's family in Island Park. I know what you're thinking ... "What the what?! The Grovers go camping in July? Impossible. They only go camping in September, and only when they're searching for elk." Well, folks ... what can I say? We're breaking out of the box.
Although I was paranoid that we'd never find a spot north of Ashton without having reserved it 364 days prior, Seth's parents knew of a little bit of paradise right next to the Island Park Reservoir. And so we were able to enjoy:
... some four-wheeler rides,
... some tasty s'mores,
... playing on the beach,
... shooting guns (Seth would like me to point out the brass that's been ejected from the gun and caught on camera),
... and (not pictured) sporadic sleep due to Bekah's nighttime freak-outs, Miri's sleepy whines, and Ana's painful bug bites; a friendly little leech that became attached to Bekah's arm; and the sand that Miri decided would be worth eating.
You can tell it was a successful trip by this photographic evidence, shot while driving home:
Bekah in the back seat of the pickup.
Ana in the back seat of the pickup. (Ignore the fuzziness. Apparently our mommy camera doesn't like being told to not use the flash.)
Miri in the back seat of the pickup. (Again, dumb mommy camera.)
Although I was paranoid that we'd never find a spot north of Ashton without having reserved it 364 days prior, Seth's parents knew of a little bit of paradise right next to the Island Park Reservoir. And so we were able to enjoy:
... some four-wheeler rides,... some tasty s'mores,... playing on the beach,... shooting guns (Seth would like me to point out the brass that's been ejected from the gun and caught on camera),... and (not pictured) sporadic sleep due to Bekah's nighttime freak-outs, Miri's sleepy whines, and Ana's painful bug bites; a friendly little leech that became attached to Bekah's arm; and the sand that Miri decided would be worth eating.
You can tell it was a successful trip by this photographic evidence, shot while driving home:
Bekah in the back seat of the pickup.Ana in the back seat of the pickup. (Ignore the fuzziness. Apparently our mommy camera doesn't like being told to not use the flash.)Miri in the back seat of the pickup. (Again, dumb mommy camera.)2011-07-03
Glasses
When I took the girls to the optometrist last week for an annual checkup (Ana for the first time, Bekah for the second), I figured we'd just do some tests, read some letters and come home. Bekah sportingly did her exam first so Ana could see how it all goes.
When Ana took her turn in the chair, she started reading letters. And then stopped reading letters. My first thought was, "Have I not taught her the ABCs well enough?" But when she guessed the Y to be a V and the D to be an O, I realized it wasn't because she didn't know the alphabet; she just couldn't see the wall well enough.
The doctor said she could benefit from wearing glasses. He made sure we knew that they wouldn't be necessary, but beneficial. But if glasses would help our little girl and the insurance would pay for them, we decided it would be worth it.
Ana chose the frames all by herself. How do you think they look?
When Ana took her turn in the chair, she started reading letters. And then stopped reading letters. My first thought was, "Have I not taught her the ABCs well enough?" But when she guessed the Y to be a V and the D to be an O, I realized it wasn't because she didn't know the alphabet; she just couldn't see the wall well enough.
The doctor said she could benefit from wearing glasses. He made sure we knew that they wouldn't be necessary, but beneficial. But if glasses would help our little girl and the insurance would pay for them, we decided it would be worth it.
Ana chose the frames all by herself. How do you think they look?
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