Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Best. Song. Ever!

Lizzy has taken to song writing recently.  As I was cleaning up the piano room, I saw this one sitting on the ledge.  She hasn't sung it to me yet, but I had to transcribe it before something happened to it, because it really is the best song ever (at least in my opinion).   :-D



Original Lyrics:

Mothers are cering
mothers are sweet
Mothers are like a staarre they hav
cer a balt us in the world haye
my mother is p sweet
_______________________________(line drawn across page)
too me v my mother shood be tackin cker ov too too oo.
She is my shine ee n love thing
she is the one I love oo u
But she is my only mother of all all all.
Yaye.


Mothers are cering
Mothers are sweet
My mother brings my heart too me
My mother is cering and my mother is sweet
She is like a cering gron up and
she o reel ee reel ee is
She is the one I reel ee cer a balt her
She is the one I love very much so much







Translation:
Mothers are caring,
Mother are sweet.
Mother are like a star.
They have care about us in the world. Hey!
My mother is sweet
__________________
to me.  My mother should be taken care of too too oooooo. (remember it's a song)
She is my shining love thing.
She is the one; I love ooooooo you.
But she is my only mother of all, all, all.....
Yay!

Mothers are caring.
Mothers are sweet.
My mother brings my heart to me.
My mother is caring,
and my mother is sweet.
She is like a caring grown up and
She, oh,  is. Really, really is.
She is the one.  I really care about her.
She is the one I love very much, so much.)


Apparently she got all my sweetness genes and then some. :D

Friday, May 16, 2014

Cheaper than buying paper

The ultimate in reusable art supplies...skin!  It's free and regenerates quickly.  That, and it makes you "beautiful."

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Going, Going, Gone


Mmmm...that looks good.


Wanna share?


Oh, hi Mom!  I'm not doing anything.  Just talking to Nye!


Gotcha!



Friday, March 21, 2014

Why People Sign Prenuptials



Nye: Will you pretend dinner dance with me?

Lizzy: Only if you get married to me.

N: I don't want to.

L:  Then I won't go.

N:  But then I'll be all alone.

L:  Then get married to me.

N:  Ok.

L:  Will you give me all your love?

N:  Yes.

L:  Will you give me all your mercy?

N:  Yes.

L:  Will you give me all your peaceness?

N:  Yes.

L:  Will you give me all your house?

N:  No!

L:  But you have to.

N:  ::whining:: But then I'll be all alone and I won't have a house.

L:  But I won't go to the dinner dance with you.

N:  Okay.....I guess I'll give you all my house.

L:  Ok.

Snowy Spring Day

Spring this year means 60 degree days followed by 8 inches of snow, followed by 60 degree days.  It's actually kind of lovely.  A brief chance to enjoy the snow one last(?) time.  There's only one problem-snow mice. 

I'll let the dread seep in for a moment....


If you use your spidey-senses, you'll start to see them everywhere.  Or at least the possibility of them is everywhere.  The only way to protect the innocent women and children in your house is to use your trusty whisk (borrow your mom's if you can't find one and be sure to leave a trail of discarded utensils and spatulas so someone can find you if you-know-what gets you) and leave no snow unturned....unwhisked?


Nye came in after half an hour and casually told me there were no snow mice on our deck.  You can imagine my relief.  Then he became quite serious, pointed, and told me in a loud whisper, "at least on that side of the deck."  When I looked out, one side of the deck had an awful case of gopher holes, but the other was pristine.  You know what that means.............


SNOW MICE!



Meanwhile, back at the lab, our industrious inventor/color queen was making a family of robots.  As well as using the camera to take pictures of them.  This 5 year old has a knack with the camera!  My favorite part is that Nye's bot looks like the tin man, but he has a heart-a happy heart.  :)  

Monday, November 11, 2013

Happy birthday Nye

Lee: So Nye, how does it feel to be three? Nye: Umm, it feels awesome!!! Three minutes later: Nye throwing a small fit: I don't want to be three any more! I want to be two! Lizzy: But Nye, then you won't be a daddy and you can't buy your own chocolate and stuff! Nye, resigned and sighing: OK....I guess I'll be three...