Perfect Pitch?

Today, Joel just sang a tune using the correct pitch names, cold.  We checked his pitches afterwards and he was right.  We quizzed him on a couple of other pitches which he got right, too.  We suspect perfect pitch, but we'll test him again more conclusively some other day, when Harlan and I are not so stinkin' jealous.

Carrots, yum.

Have you ever made carrot chips?  It wasn't my idea.  Joel was pretty sure it was a good one.  Turns out, he was right!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Our little leprechauns visited us again and left their usual messes around the house.  I'm keeping it clean by not showing what was in the toilet.  But let's just say there was a lot of green stuff to clean up.

I love seeing the kids excited about surprise visitors.  This particular morning, though, I think we were supposed to be allowed to sleep in, but at 7am who wouldn't be entertained by a full report of how many visitors we had and what they were up to, based on their wonderful CSI skills?  I especially liked that they noticed one leprechaun had 3 toes and one had 5.  

FG8

I've been on and off a diet for almost 2 years.  When I'm on, I feel great for the most part, except that I think nonstop about what I'm going to eat as soon as I'm off the diet.  And once I'm off, I immediately gain a lot of it back before I get back on again.  I get completely out of control.
So where's the balance?  How do I learn to love being in control of what I eat?  How do people learn to love not eating pastries, chocolate, and ice cream?  What do skinny people think about all day if they aren't thinking about all the food they're going to eat?  Has someone written about this?  I should look.

iPods

We have adopted two new little ones into our family.  We're calling them Jamie's iPod and Joel's iPod, for now.  They are cute and fun.  They beg a lot of attention.  They like to play games with us, read, listen to music, they change color if you tell them to, loads of fun!

But we still have lives to lead here, folks, and people to interact with.  I find myself saying, "an actual living, breathing person is talking to you!"  We still have to get up and eat breakfast, get dressed, brush teeth and do homework.  So, we haven't decided if they can stay, yet.  Right now, they are in time-out.

Journal

I'm supposed to write something down in my journal today.  I'm calling my blog my journal, like many parents these days.  Who has time to write?  But supposedly I have time to type?  Forget it.  I have kids playing upstairs in their room for the moment, but there are 20 other things that I need to be doing with deadlines like tomorrow or Tuesday or Wednesday.  But as I hear balls flying upstairs against doors, I think I'm going to call this done and go be a responsible parent.  Not that people who blog aren't responsible, I just don't have time to do this until my kids are asleep and my 20 other things are done.

My Christmas Present