Lego Storage, The Follow Up

Did you know that I am an expert in Lego Storage and Organization?

Me neither!

But every day I get no less than 50 visitors to see my wonders.  The rest of my drivel?  Eh.  Not so much.

THEN:  If you remember this post, then let me update you.  I'm still waiting on the whole cooperation thing.  And we moved them back to the bigger bedroom not too long after.  Smaller just meant momma gone mad.

NOW:

As you can see, it's still working - kind of.  I won't swear everything is still all color coded.  My boys have different ideas than I do when it comes to cleaning their room.  If it fits, it goes there.  

So if having a solution to the Lego chaos that is sort of working 2 years later makes me an expert then there ya go.

~R

Baby LJ

Remember a few months ago I threw a baby shower for my sister?  Well,  here's how my diaper cake turned out.

And here's the neck of the baby that wore those diapers.

~R

Crystals

For science today we made crystals.

I bought a science program (NOEO) several years ago and Pete didn't like it. So I sold all the books to our local homeschool store and kept the experiments kits.

While cleaning out the office closet, I found the kits. It's amazing what I found in there. Thankfully, nothing dead.

So anyway, we are making sugar crystals. Think rock candy. YES! Salt crystals and more salt crystals - one using baking soda and strings and the other growing dissolved salt on charcoal.

Here's how they look about 2 hours after we started.

Yeah, I know, don't fall over from all the excitement.

My sons are thrilled that they get to eat brown rock candy.  No bright blues or reds or greens.  Brown.  That's organic sugar for ya.

~R

Busy times 'round here.

I feel like I have a million things to do, but in reality, I only have a thousand.

First up on my list is to start back with the yoga. My sons and I laid back on the ottoman and let our heads hang to view the house differently. If you look at the ceiling while upside down long enough, it actually starts to look like a floor. Amazing.

But in the course of doing that, I almost couldn't get back up. My back seemed to have clinched itself into that position and while walking around staring at the sky is fun, after a while I think I'd get bored. Or wreck my van. Or get rain up my nose.

So it's time to limber up. Won't you join me?

~R

"Borrowing" Books

There are many ways to borrow books.  From the library, from friends and from ski resorts.

Before our ski trip I bought a magazine, in other words, fluff reading for the fluff skier.

I read it before we left.

So the first day we were at Wintergreen, RePete and I returned to the condo after dinner and left the big boys to their night skiing.  I put RePete in the "bubble bath", changed into something comfortable, clicked the television on the weather channel, RePete just loves Storm Stories, and then started exploring.

I don't know if the owners left random books on the shelves and in the cabinets or if other renters left their books behind, but I found one that looked interesting and started reading.

A cute, quirky, love story.  Not complicated, not hot and steamy (it was written by a man, after all) and just perfect for sitting out by the slopes.

I wouldn't read this on a normal day - way too many other things to do instead - but stranded on the side of hill?  Perfect.

~R

*I'd to formally apologize to anyone renting the condo after us.  I took it with me when we checked out so I could finish it.  Now donating it to Friends of the Suffolk Library.

And Another Thing

that bothers me in that picture is in the very, very back.  See that light coming in at the bottom of the door.

That was Kubi's door.  Kubi died this past November.

We need a new door.

~R

Do You See What I See?

First.  Let me set the stage.  I finished breakfast, walked to the sink, used the dish brush to get rid of breakfast residue and placed my plate and fork in the dishwasher.

I left the blue-handled brush in the sink for ease  of locating, left the dishwasher open and sat down at the computer.

Then my sons walked in.

I think you can see what bothers me about this photo.

But forget about what is on the counter.  Do you see that fish painting on the far wall.  RePete (age 7) did that.  Just gorgeous.  I look at that after I look at the counter and all is right with my world.

~R