Jeremy had his kindergarten graduation today. Kyle worked from home this morning so that he could come too. The kindergarten class wore the same green caps and gowns that Tyra’s class wore last year, and they sang a couple of songs for the parents before they were presented with their certificates. Kyle video taped the ceremony while I took pictures and tried to keep our kids (and the kids that I babysit) in their seats. Unfortunately when we got home and I tried to copy the pictures over to my computer, something went wrong and my computer isn’t able to recognize that there are any pictures on the SD card. That REALLY makes me sad, because I got some really good pictures, and now I can’t access them. So Kyle is working on trying to fix that (if it’s even possible). Right now though, I don’t have any pictures of the graduation. At least Kyle video taped it, but my computer’s SD drive is having issues reading any SD card and so I can’t save that to my computer either. 🙁 But Jeremy graduated from kindergarten and he is already talking about needing to get a lunch box for next year. 😉
Happy Birthday Kyle!
Look at me! I’m on a roll! Birthdays didn’t always get celebrated ON the actual day, but I’m trying to be better about that, and today we celebrated Kyle’s birthday. 🙂
Kyle decided what birthday cake he wanted, when everyone was here for Tyra’s birthday weekend. I had tried a cake recipe to use with the strawberries, since Tyra wanted strawberry shortcake, and then I noticed that the cake recipe said to frost with penuche frosting, and that recipe was right below. The next day, while we still had my family here to help us eat it, I made the cake over again so that I could try it with the penuche frosting. As we were eating that, Kyle thought it would be awesome to try the frosting on chocolate cake instead. So that is what I made for Kyle today, chocolate cake with penuche frosting.
I have had Kyle’s birthday present for months. He had no idea that I had it, though. I bought it online with some other stuff that I had ordered for Christmas (so that’s how long I’ve had it), and then I hid it so that he would have no clue it existed. A few weeks ago I pulled it out and wrapped it, (so that I wouldn’t get to the moment to give it to him and realize that I had totally forgotten to wrap it) and then I put it on top of the book shelf in the entry way. As soon as Kyle knew it was there (the kids told him that it was for him of course!) he started with the ‘maybe it’s a…’ thing that he does. In the past he would do that to try to get clues out of me, and he would end up figuring out what his present is way ahead of time. This time I let him know right up front that the kids have NO idea what it is, and therefore they couldn’t tell him, and every time he started with his guessing, I basically just told him to shut up!
Love you honey, and happy birthday!
Baby Names
Every now and then we like to ask the kids what we should name the baby if it is a boy, or if it is a girl. They mostly answer with their favorite cartoon characters, recently someone suggested we name the baby Zuko if it’s a boy or Azula if it’s a girl (just because they had been watching Avatar the Last Airbender). Here are some of the ideas from today:
Tyra’s idea: Cheer Bear. I had to ask her if she knew anybody at school with a name like Cheer Bear.
Jeremy’s idea: Chase. He said it so fast though, that I totally thought he said Cheese, and I told him we are NOT going to name the baby Cheese!) Then Kyle threw out the comment “Mommy’s chasing Chase!” Ya that sounds great (I don’t need another kid that’s going to run away.
Then Kyle threw out these wacko ideas:
Hejoo (pronounced Hey You)
Who. And then Kyle mentioned this scenario “Who made this mess?” “No I didn’t!”
Nobody. “Nobody did it” “No I didn’t”.
Sometimes I wonder why we ask the kids for their ideas. But looking at the ideas mentioned here, I’m currently wondering why I ask Kyle’s opinion either. Just kidding, I know he’s just being silly and trying to make me laugh. However, he is going to have to get serious soon and help me pick out a name we can both agree on. 😛
Chloe’s First Trip to the Dentist
I had taken Dinah and Jeremy to the dentist last week for some cleanings, and while we were there Chloe kept asking when it was her turn. So when I went to the desk to discuss future appointments and what we owe and all that good stuff, I also asked when we should start scheduling appointments for Chloe. They asked how old she is and I told them that she is almost three and they said that they could just tag her on with Ethan’s and Tyra’s appointments the next week. So today I returned with all of the kids so that Ethan and Tyra could have their cleanings, and Chloe had her ‘Happy Visit”. Basically the dentist just showed her around the room and they showed her the light and how it works, and the mirror that goes in the mouth so they can see the teeth. Then he counted all of her teeth and then she got to pick a prize from the bag of goodies. She picked a sticky hand (of course) and some monster teeth:
Maybe next time they will try polishing her teeth. 😉
Does Daddy even know how to cook?
A couple times a year, my work does a site-wide Dutch Oven cook-off, where around 20-30 people make different foods to show off, plus we get to mingle with everyone at work. I had expressed an interest in participating, but never had a dutch oven and used that as an excuse. So when the person in charge asked me to join in, I told him I did not have one, and he said I could use a crock pot instead. I agreed, and began contemplating what I would cook. There were categories for main dishes, breads, and desserts, and I figured I would try the hardest and attempt to cook bread in the crock pot.
I checked recipe books to see if it was even possible, and found a whole wheat bread that sounded curious. I decided to do a trial run the day before, and mixed it up and left it whilst I went to work, asking Rebecca to turn it off a few hours later. When I came home, it was well done and somewhat dark brown, but at least I knew it would work. We put the kids to bed, and Tyra asked Rebecca, “Does daddy even know how to cook?”
I made another loaf for the cookoff, along with a pound of honey butter, and took it to work with ingredients to make another batch to cook on-site. The second and third attempts were actually really nice and soft, and I had a ton of compliments and surprised looks from people who didn’t realise crock pot bread was possible.
As it was a competition, people had the chance to vote on which food they liked best. I actually came in first place for the bread category, and am now a proud owner of a Dutch Oven. No more excuses for next time.