Tuesday, December 20, 2011
2011 in Review–Partridge Edition
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Adobe Christmas Party
No question about it I love playing dress up. . . some things just never change. Well, a few days before the big event I found out that the Adobe Christmas party was going to be 80s themed. After some crazy running around and searching I put together these awesome costumes. The party was amazing with everything 80’s: Delorean just outside the entrance, Mr. T lookalike bouncer, professional break dancers performing, live band, tons of games to play like Hungry Hungry Hippo, Candy Land, old arcade games, . . . basically is was awesome! We may not have won best dressed – bummer, but I definitely had the best hair.
Hyrum’s Christmas Program
Hyrum has been practicing with his class several learning songs and Christmas songs to perform at a special Christmas Program. It was very cute to watch and he had a short speaking part that he nailed. Singing the songs isn’t really his favorite thing, but we were pleasantly surprised to see him mouthing some of the words. Right now in Pre-school he’s earned his second book that he can read all by himself and he can write his name without any help. I can’t believe how grown up he’s getting!
Monday, December 5, 2011
Cleaning House
The floors hadn't been cleaned in. . . well, a long time. The boys weren't taking a nap. I needed a moment of peace. So, I taught the boys a new way to mop the floor. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
It was a lot of fun for a good hour or so. They took turns pulling each other around on the towel and spraying the Eco-green. Then out of nowhere Hyrum came out from under the table and he laughingly said, “Look Mom. I’m all bloody.” At first I thought he was joking because he was laughing still, and then I saw blood all over his hand. I asked him where he was hurt and he insisted it was from Noah. I looked Noah over and couldn’t find anything so I went back to Hyrum and found blood dripping from his hair. Once I told him that I needed to wash his hair in the sink he started getting upset. Not so much because of the blood dripping, but because he hates getting his hair washed. What a strange boy. It was a pretty good cut on his noggin, but nothing worth stitches. He never seemed to mind or notice the cut. The only thing that seemed to effect him was getting his hair washed.