The faces of Reed

Reed can express ANY emotion, and on demand.  I might be in trouble.

Mad Face

Deep Thoughts Face

 Happy Face

Excited Face

Sad Face

Silly Face

He may or may not channel this ability to manipulate me on a daily basis.  I love this little guy!

A day in the life....

Someone accused me gently reminded me today that I promised to blog more.  I actually started a post on Friday but a bloody lip distracted me.  Reading back over it, I bored even myself with the details of my day so I'll give you the ADD version.

Thade woke up sick with fever and proceeds to milk his state of illness like a hospice patient.  I figure skipping the gym was OK since he had me up and down the stairs 47 times by 9am.  Which is when the call came from the nurse at Reed's school.
Me: Hello
Nurse: Reed threw up.  He said he choked on something but his teacher said he wasn't eating.
Reed in background:  It was my finger!
So I pick up Reed, who looked really "sick" as he climbed all over the poor girl lying down in the nurse's office who really was sick.  Yep, he stuck his finger down his throat, "just because".

It was all good because we had a fun day planned with friends at Central Market, aka black-wood-chips-that-destroy-everything-they-touch Market, and I always feel bad that Reed is in school for these outings.  So we get home mid-afternoon and I start the process of STRAIGHT TO THE BATH BEFORE EVERYTHING I OWN HAS CENTRAL MARKET BLACK WOOD CHIP MARKS ON IT.  Which is silly when I think about it since I don't own anything in this apartment.  While I'm bathing Adalae, I hear a crash.  The dreaded crash followed by gushing liquid.  The milk gallon crash.  Apparently, Reed is a big-boy-in-kidergartern-and-I-can-pour-my-own-milk.  Good try buddy.  Please don't try again until you are 12.  I return to Adalae in the bath to find she has squeezed an ENTIRE bottle of conditioner AND shave cream in the water and is swimming in a pool of pink floating globs.

Soooo, I start writing only to get interrupted 15 minutes later when Reed somehow "fell" into Thade's foot, busting his bottom lip open.

Some happenings over the last couple of weeks:

Attempt at a picture at Oktoberfest:

Thade and Reed in A-town for my mom's birthday on Saturday.

Reed at the library:

 Reed delivers a coupon book to our local fire department.  This is the engine that put out our house fire.

Adalae had her first dance class today and Reed wanted to look nice for it.  So I said sure, let's change into a shirt without jelly and your morning boogers on it.  No kidding, the tie was HIS idea!

Reed drew an anatomically correct picture of me today at lunch.  I asked him to please color a shirt on me so I could go outside. And quick, before our waitress sees it. Thank you for the shirt Reed, I think the color red really brings out my jaundice.