What should we call this pizza?

When we just use whatever leftovers are in the fridge? Leftovers pizza sounds too much like leftover pizza. Tom suggested Garbage Pizza but that seems a little…drastic (and Owen didn’t like it)? Fridge Pizza also seems a little boring.

Tonight was Italian meatloaf, cheddar cheese, and BBQ Sauce pizza.

And Katie wanted to help so we let her “paint” the sauce.

 

Mama/Katie hike

Yeah, it didn’t go quite as well as the earlier daddy/daughter hike. Big surprise.

Oh, it started off well enough. She was excited to be walking with me. Happy as could be. 

Except the whining about being tired started a mere 15 minutes in. 🙁 And she was walking so slow and being so pokey it became not fun for either of us. Because of course there was also the whining every five minutes or so about how tired her legs were or asking when we were going to be home. I asked her if she did this with daddy. No, she said. So then why are you whining with me, I asked. No response. 

So this might have been the first and last walk we take alone together. 

Katie’s Grass

When I picked her up from school today they told me she had grass in her backpack. Oooh-kay, I thought, why would they let her bring home grass?! So I asked her about it on the drive home… and then it hit me. They had been growing grass in their classroom…so it was finally coming home!

  

Time traveling.

I have an app (Timehop) that shows me pictures from years ago, so every day I get to time travel. Some days are boring but some days have good options for a Then & Now (with recent photos I still have on my phone that match angles or hairstyles). Today was the latter. (Also, sometimes I share them on Facebook if it’s a perfect comparison; sometimes I don’t.)

She outgrew her baby fat.

 

Chalk!

     

She loves to sit in the middle of the road. 

  

She’s very good about getting out of the way if cars are coming…and pointing out birds. 🙂

 

Kidisms 26

Grandma arrived and picked Katie up to hug her.
Gramma: I’m going to squeeze you until you fart.
Katie [obviously] didn’t fart.
Katie: Grandma, you couldn’t fart me!

Grauntie Marge wears a wig, but didn’t have it on yet first thing in the morning. After she put it on:
Katie: You have your big hair on!

Demonstrating his newly-learned martial arts moves to Uncle Rob via Skype:
Owen, pointing to Katie: Katie, be my assistant.
She eagerly got up and threw some punches and blocked some punches.
Katie: Do your feet kicks!

We were shopping at Nordstrom Rack and Katie was checking out the mannequins, lifting up the dresses—and she saw that there weren’t actual legs (they were just metal rods).
Katie: Mama! The mannequin has leg poles!

Katie: Mama, why are you wearing a belt?
Me: Because my pants are too big and the belt keeps them from falling down.
Katie: You could just wear comfy pants!

We were all in the car and Katie was trying to describe what she just saw flying.
Me: A bird.
Katie: No. It was white.
Me: A bird.
Katie: No. It had feathers.
Me: A bird.
Katie: No.
Owen: A goose.
Me: A goose is a bird.
Owen: A waterproof bird!
I laughed so hard over that that I actually cried. 🙂

Owen was reading Wimpy Kid.
Owen: “It was an 80 picture of Uncle Charlie.”
Me: What? Let me see.
He shows me—its “8 X 10.”
Owen: 8 times 10 is 80.
❤️ this kid.

Bushes be gone!

Our bushes have been needing a major trim for quite some time but Tom has just been too busy. He promised me when his night class was over he’d take care of them. Well, he finished his class Tuesday night, so tonight he started trimming them. Katie and I were two doors down hanging with the neighbors. And then I turned around…and saw one entire overgrown bush completely GONE! He said once he started trimming it, all that was left was twigs! And we’ve never liked it, so he just pulled the whole thing out! (We would love to pull out the other ones as well but that’s a lot of work and a lot of expense to fill the space again.) Owen even helped clean up to earn some spending money.

Here’s a before picture (from an old blog post):

The boys and their tools. (Tom just let Owen hold the saw—he didn’t actually get to use it.)