Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

And as Mysteriously as They Appeared, They Were Gone

Leaving behind only deafening silence, a few nails, and this...




Proving that the roofers/sombrero/scissors shenanigans my children claimed to witness was in fact, not an urban legend, but truth.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Adventures in roofing

I knew the roofers were starting on our new roof today. I mentally prepared for a lot of noise.

And that's about all I prepared for.

What I didn't see coming was the loud Spanish singing and yelling as they joyfully pushed one another on our tree swing. Or the hour long nap one of them would take in our hammock. Or the game of football that would take place in our yard. All of this before. they began. the roof.

(these were taken from my bedroom window, so there are quality issues)


football game
swinging friends
Nighty night.



I was actually starting to feel bad that I wasn't outside in an apron mingling and setting up tables of drinks and hors d'œuvres . I like to be a generous hostess. And this was clearly a party.

We left for the pool exactly 4 hours after they arrived. No one had gotten on the roof yet. However all twelve of them were running around the yard yelling wildly as they tried to catch a little rat snake. I felt like they had things under control.

Don't get me wrong. They had some serious stuff done when we got home. And they are growing on me. I mean, they are brave, no doubt. Our roof is STEEP. I can appreciate that.

I also appreciate that they all got behind my car and pushed it out of a ditch so I could go on about my day. Also that they clapped enthusiastically for Tyler from outside the window while he practiced his drums inside. I even appreciate that one of them took a nap on my park bench, because no one ever uses that park bench anymore and I think it's a cryin' shame. I appreciate how polite they were when they rang my doorbell and asked me to flip the switch on the breaker that tripped.

And I even appreciate that they probably tripped it with the two (2) microwaves they have plugged in on my front porch.

Because I think we all can agree that cold sandwiches are so

totally

passé.
.
So. Party in the Klaassen yard. Tomorrow. 8 am. Who's in?

Friday, July 3, 2009

Why my floors are clean

Ok. That was an exaggeration. They aren't clean. But if they were? It would be because my kids feet. are never. on. the ground.

I feel like I'm always looking up at them or ducking under them or dodging their flying legs.









Is your home a jungle gym?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Our Colorado vacation

We spent a week in Colorado relaxing, hiking, fishing, and just hanging out together. Here are a few of the pictures from our vacation. Way more pictures than writing. Because my brain seems to be on writing hiatus.

Our cabin.

...wait...maybe it's not on hiatus, that was a really catchy caption.
A manly morning chat on the deck.


The view from our deck.



We took a 5 hour hike in the Pike National Forest one day. There was gold in this stream. Real gold! It was dust so it made the stream all blingy.


We hiked to the top of a mountain where the continental divide looked like a painted backdrop.


Playing in the Pike National Forest.



Two mornings we woke up to snow!
Breckenridge-ing.




We did some fishing, but didn't catch anything. But it was a perfect, peaceful, fun time anyway. And ew...what if we would have caught something?



Cole didn't take the fishing failure too well.


Although I'm sure he had NOTHING to do with the fact that the fish weren't biting.




We had lots of great cabin time at night. Games and snacks and fires in the fireplace...







S'mores!
And there was dancing. Lots of dancing.





Although this would appear to be two boys who have run into each other and crashed to the ground, it is actually some savvy breakdancing. Word.



And there was white water rafting. It was scary. Really scary. The water was 36 degrees.



See I told ya it was scary.
That's it! Thanks for playing and have a lovely evening.