Books we have read to death.

There are many books in our home that are well loved. I thought today I would showcase a few that are in the worst repair. Strangely enough, these books happen to be a few of our favourites. 'Things People Do' should also be included in this collection, but I couldn't get it from Ethan long enough to take a picture.

I think we've owned this copy since 2002...and it has been well loved since then. The pages are dog-eared, crumpled and chocolate stained.

Favourite page? Not sure...

This book is actually hilarious, we bought it at the desert museum in Tuscon, Arizona. It's about javelinas, who look like pigs, but get really ticked off if you call them that.

I pretty much love every childrens' book in here. This is what the book is supposed to look like....

...and this is our original copy. It has been repaired, re-covered and taped up many, many times.

Another treasury. This one has a bunch of grease stains, apparently from reading while eating.

Quotes of the day:

Ethan (putting Aaron's toque over his head): Ew, it's stinky in there.

Ethan: ...and then Baby Will was like "what the?"

Dad (to Ethan): I'm going to eat you up, Ethan!!
Ethan: NOOO!!!! You can't eat me up!!!
Dad: Well, can I have a little taste?
Ethan: Well....(grins evilly). You can have a little taste of my bum.

Sophia saves the day

Sophia was down in the field with her horse when these two teenage girls were walking down our road and smashing the pumpkins we left on the sides of the road. Sophia hid in the bushes and said in her scariest voice
"DON'T RUIN THE PUMPKINS!!!"
And then she shouted it repeatedly until the girls ran away.

I have a little problem...

I get these ideas in my head like "I want to paint a mural of vines and flowers on my ceiling"

or "I want to sew a dress that I can wear for running outside and feeling like a Narnian princess"

or "I should blog everyday for a year"

or "Let's see if I can read 80 books in a month"

Usually, they don't happen. But if I really get latched onto a project, it happens.

If it has something to do with sewing, it usually goes like this:
"That dress is the most beautiful one I've ever seen. I'm sewing one."

It happened again. I found the most beautiful dress ever. I'm sewing one.
Stay tuned for updates.

If this makes absolutely no sense to anybody else, sorry. It was hilarious at the time.

Me: Mum, you know what I was thinking?
Mum: What's that?
Me: Esther-Ruth and I were thinking we should have a clothes swap, because it doesn't really matter to us if we buy new clothes, or if they're just new to us.
Mum: That's a good idea.
Dad: Yeah, I like that idea too. When I get back on used victoria (Dad is currently on a used victoria fast), that's going to be my first ad: I'm a 40 year old man and I'm bored of my clothes. Anybody want to trade? I've got jeans and lots of black shirts. I'll trade you for a blue shirt?

(We all look at Dad. He is currently wearing jeans, and a black shirt underneath another black shirt. Laughter ensues.)
Dad: That wasn't that funny. (Goes to throw something in the garbage.)
Dad: Hold the phone! (Pulls can opener out of the garbage.) You're throwing this baby away?
Mum: It doesn't work.
Dad: I can make it work like a charm. Besides, we paid 40 bucks for this thing because it had a lifetime warranty.
Mum: Do you really feel like driving out to Sears and getting a new one?
Dad: I love that feeling. Anyways, this one works fine. You just have to squeeze it really hard and twist these things a bit, because the blades don't come all the way together otherwise. (Dad then proceeds to twist the handles of the can opener and try and bend them back together.)
Aaron: In other words, it doesn't work.
Mum: I'm going to have my nap now.
Dad: (tosses can opener back in garbage.) Whatever. It can go.
Aaron: Well, it was fun while it lasted, right Dad?
(Dad slaps Aaron and returns to his office.)

Grandma Vi

For any of you who don't know, my great-grandma, Violet Matheson, passed away Tuesday, October 12th at the age of 90. We will always carry so many memories of her, but one I know will stick with me is this:

Grandma spent a lot of time at her piano in the last several years. She had a few songbooks in her apartment that she especially loved to play from, and whenever she came to our house at Christmas, she would sit down at our piano and sightread every song out of the Christmas singalong book that we always had sitting out around that time of the year.
When my grandparents went to her apartment after she passed away, they found her 'Sound of Music' songbook open on her piano to 'Sixteen going on seventeen'.
I'll always think of that with a smile.

One night, when I was lying in bed and thinking about her, I got a picture in my head of Grandma,
Wearing a beautiful dress,
In a gazebo,
With the rain pouring down outside.
And she was dancing,
and twirling and making her skirt poof out like a little girl,
and leaping from bench to bench without a care in the world,
and singing, 'I am sixteen going on seventeen',
and dancing with Jesus.
And though it's sad that she's not with us anymore,
Grandma got her wish to be sixteen again.



I don't have a date for this picture, but we know it was before she was married. Isn't she beautiful?






 

fun blog

I came across this super-cute blog the other day and wanted to share it. Hopefully it will give you something fun to read, since I never blog anymore :)

http://milasdaydreams.blogspot.com/