01 March 2010
26 February 2010
an explosion in the MP household!
You might as well call me the bomber. My evil mastermind is carefully secreted behind the facade of a well intentioned yet absentminded mother. I casually pretended that I meant to turn on the back burner -- no one would suspect that I would knowingly turn on the burner under a Pyrex dish. I even exclaimed “what I fool I am! I turned on the wrong burner. ha ha ha.”
Then I craftily arranged for Nick to place cold globs of raw ground beef on the hot dish while I made the sauce elsewhere. Brilliant. It was only a matter of time until:
CRASH.
A barricade was quickly constructed for the minor’s safety. No babies were harmed. I covered my guilt by volunteering to clean up while Nick played with the boys.
Pyrex explodes into a fine powder. It took a while to clean up.
21 February 2010
and now, a moment with Everett
Everett came first. In the womb he liked bouncing on my bladder. Out of the womb he likes cheerios. He went thru a stage recently where he enjoyed sucking on his top lip, as shown above. He takes it seriously. I think Everett’s favorite color might be yellow. I have little proof other than he seems to grab for yellow toys first when we play ‘group the objects by color.’ And, we’ve all seen him in his yellow Tupperware hat:
Everett sleeps really well, which I enjoy.
So I said that Everett likes cheerios, but he LOVES graham crackers. He giggles when he eats them, and I’ve never heard him yell so loudly as the time I was eating a graham myself and had not offered one to him. It was then I knew.
Aside from grahams, there are few things from which Everett will not be deterred. One is the power button on the computer tower. At random moments he becomes fixed upon it and will drop whatever he is holding and crawls (yes crawls, i haven’t mentioned that I have two crawlers yet) toward it in what can only be described as sheer determination. I have had the computer shut down on me a few times. There is no distracting him once he’s fixed, no amount of relocating will keep him from it - he heads straight back.
Everett laughs readily. It’s one of my favorite things about him. We’ll all just be sitting there hanging out and Brookston will do something and Everett will just start laughing. It’s so endearing.
Everett knows how to relax.
03 February 2010
how the boy’s room turned out.
A long long time ago I posted my plans for the boy’s room and promised to put up pictures of how it turned out, and I’m finally following thru.
bird mobile pattern found at: http://homemadebyjill.blogspot.com/2008/08/bird-mobile.html
01 February 2010
my silent prayer
So today, before thinking about it, and in total sincerity, I prayed:
“Heavenly Father, please give me super powers.”
And since that hardly constitutes an exciting blog entry, here are a few pictures:
Have I mentioned that B is crawling and standing? He is. E is too content to be bothered with things like that. I mean look at him there in his Tupperware hat, who needs to go anywhere, really?
23 January 2010
Everett wanted to blog tonight:
He asked so nicely - we had to let him, so here he is:
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Eh, not bad? my favorite part is when he says ‘ok mom. ’
12 January 2010
Going Home for the Holidays
the merry little Christmas roadtrip
All four of us piled into the family van (which was the Camry) and took the 14 hour trip to Indiana in style.
We left the day after a huge snowstorm and that morning was absolutely beautiful as you can see.
We met Mr. and Mrs. Claus at the local Food City in Newport, Tennessee: Brookston tried to snack on Mrs. Claus’ glove and she found this uniquely endearing.
The stoplights are numbered in Newport, and we liked it.
If you look closely, you’ll see that this is stoplight number five. We drove thru this stoplight after obeying all traffic laws. We Empeys believe in that sort of thing.
We arrived at my parents house in good time and still in style. We were fashionably on time of course.
Brookston, enjoying not being in his car seat.
My parents Christmas tree.
The 12 days of Christmas Hair loss:
Nick was rocking around the Christmas spirit with an ever changing facial hair display. Most men seem to enjoy this type of endeavor and Nick is no different.
Here we have the progression for your jolly-ficaton. (note: it started with a full beard, but sadly we have no documentation of the early beginnings.
one goatee grinning
two handlebars
four hairs left in a soul patch
five …um, eh, I can’t keep this up… then a haircut, and then a buzz: a man from his hair set free (it’s uncannily like that partridge in a pear tree).
Christmas Adam
We made gingerbread houses with my parents on Christmas Adam*. Here’s how they turned out (*The day before Christmas Eve)
Christmas DAy
We spent Christmas day at my brother’s. I donned a Christmas onesie in honor of the occasion. Donner the reindeer inspired me. That and it’s an honorable Burke tradition that dates back, you know, centuries.
opening gifts:
^Sarah with Brookston.
<My brother with B & E.
Unfortunately I didn’t get any good pictures with the triplets and the twins together. Those boys are fast. I did get an all-star video of them however and I’ll have to figure out how to get it on here somehow.
The End of this Long Holiday post
There are our Christmas events. I’m going to leave New Year’s up to Nick – stay tuned.
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