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I’m Taylor Swift!

Carol — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 16:25:13 +0000

Piper received a karaoke machine from Santa this year and absolutely LOVES it (thanks grandma for the idea ;o) we hear and catch her on it daily. One of her favorite singers is Taylor Swift, I have always told her since day one that she resembles her, (of course she loves this.) So here is a video of her “acting” shy while singing her favorite song by Taylor swift, “You Belong With Me”. Note, minutes prior she was jumping and dancing wildly while singing , lol. Enjoy.

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Red Delivers Christmas Eve

Isi — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 04:57:35 +0000

Christmas this year introduced a new member to our family named Red. And NO to those of you thinking the unthinkable – the family head count remains at a solid seven, including the dog. This little persons name, after much enthusiastically and somewhat fanatical debate among existing family members was determined to be “Red”. Red the Christmas Elf. He would only be around for a few weeks out of the year, didn’t eat much and pretty much remained stationary throughout the day – at some point during the day, when our eyes were cast elsewhere, he would just vanish until the next morning. Red had some specific rules about being touched or bothered as well – certainly the kids were to strictly forbidden to touch him and to leave him alone lest he lose his observational and somewhat magical powers granted by the spirit that is Christmas. Red’s job was to cast a watchful eye upon his family, take score of the good versus bad and report back to some higher power a recommendation as to which list each household member might befit. Somehow during his strictly “observational” process he would always find a way to cause mischief and leave a mess.

Two nights before Christmas however, Red left something additional in each of the stockings of the Children of the Corn. A gold dipped envelope containing a silver inked letter from The Man himself. Now was the time of reckoning. The time of knowing. Was it the good list or the bad. What did Santa think? What did he know? When we opened our weary eyes the next morning would they sparkle and shine from majestic reflection of silver and gold or be dim from broken hope and disappointment.

Each of the Children red aloud so that we might know.
Only two more nights to go.

We must have been doing something right,
As when we gathered together for Christmas night.
We found a letter attached to our tree.
A letter that could only be from He
Was attached to our tree.
What might it say, what could it be,
this letter attached to our tree.
Opened and red by Carol Lee
Was this letter attached to our tree.
Inside was a riddle that brought us to glee.
A mystery that we must unravel to see,
why the letter was placed in our tree.
Through the house the children did chase,
To find the wrapped boxes Red did place.
Each in turn leading back to the tree
Where displayed for all to see,
was a cleverly disguised box holding a Wii.

After the paper was cleared and calm was restored, midnight munchies were set out for Santa and the reindeer. A concoction of cookies, fresh oats, granola and some whole milk – a taste that goes straight to the mid-section and was likely the reason there are nine reindeer instead of eight….also a taste shared by Uno. He sampled the goodies but we didn’t mention that to the kids. It’s hard to tell the difference between teeth marks from a Red Nosed Reindeer or a Sheppard.

In the end Red delivered his report to the Big Man at the north pole and at some point during the year, unbeknownst to their parents, the Children of the Corn must have been good little boys and girls!!!

Merry Christmas Eve.

Flying on Smencil

Isi — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 15:52:50 +0000

A recent foray into the kids school yesterday to return a book bag overlooked by its rightful owner upon exiting the van while hastily headed to stand in a magical line. Said book bag in hand I signed into school and applied my sticky name badge identifying myself as non-hostile. It was then that I noticed an unusually large number of kids standing in line around a corner, a destination somewhere unseen, and sound decibel levels near rock concert pandemonium. Earlier the kids were excited about purchasing a special pencil at the book store before class so I figured Piper, the rightful owner of the abandoned book bag, would be in line somewhere. Searching, I was passed by kid after kid, each with a pencil in hand, or tucked up under their nose, all sniffing heftily. The line continued down a hall and around a corner and at the end I saw the destination of each of the queued – an ordinary looking table, attended by ordinary looking teachers, selling ordinary looking pencils. But wait. The kids near the front of the line were vibrating with joy and excitement. Looking past each ahead with both envy and hatred that they might reach their destination first and by chance deplete the stockpile of tabled treasure. I heard then from the peddlers up ahead, a dreadful announcement, “Only three left”, followed by a roar of elementary curses and a crushing push from those in line trying to rush the table in a last ditch effort to get their clammy hands on the last of the vehicles of their writing desire, the type of rush you would expect when Great White uses pyrotechnics on stage. It was at this moment that I learned of the connection between this now hysterical line and what our kids had been robbing piggy banks and having lucid dreams for. Smencils. These crafty little gems things are drugs but for entry level fiends. These magical little rolls of graphite surrounded by wood and topped with a squishy colored eraser might as well be laced with Florida Snow or Fatty perfectly disguised for private consumption for the level of obsession they insight. The line alone to purchase one of these was on par with how the Mac-ites enthusiastically lines up days ahead to offer paper donations to their fruity deity. I finally caught up to my bag-less princess and her brother skipping their way to class from the now broken line of envious onlookers. They were not in the lucky bunch to get a hit but both were optimistic that the next time the peddler came to bear gifts that they too might be able to fly.

Princess Piper’s 6th Birthday Breakfast Bash

Isi — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 03:27:10 +0000

Upon request the now 6 year old princess Piper wanted to celebrate her special day with a Breakfast Brunch for family and friend. Pancakes were a must, and as we have learned they are a large part of every up and coming princess’ diet. The pancakes as were liberal helpings of syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, yogurt and fruit. A morning feast if you ask the cook. There was even an option to build your very own BLTs, complete with bread and mayo for those party goers so inclined.

After breakfast was consumed and we all had full bellies it was time to make things official. Once we stopped singing Piper made her wish and tried and tried to blow out the candles. Must have been some wish….

She didn’t want to waste any time getting to the gifts (and a few of her guests had to leave early) so we skipped the cake and headed for the treasure. Plus I think everyone’s bellies were still full from pancakes and BLTs. She had been telling everyone that all she wanted for her birthday was Pet Shop, My Little Pony and Zu-Zu Pet toys. Well they certainly listened and delivered and Piper was overly excited and thankful. After each gift she ran across the room and gave hugs and kisses and thank yous to everyone. Another thing that she had been asking for was “girlie” games for her Game Boy or one of the other game systems around the house. Most of what we have (and most of what is out there) is focused either on some generic market or boys – well she wanted girl stuff. ”Uncle” John delivered along with Carol and I at helping with this fix. In particular Carol found a copy of a My Little Pony game for the Game Boy, something she had been asking for over and over for the past few months.

Auntie Autumn picked up a hula-hoop as part of her gift. Piper wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do with it so Autumn decided to demonstrate for her. Piper still didn’t give it a go but it was certainly worth the entertainment.

The best part though was when Piper received a Justin Bieber book. I didn’t even think she knew who he was, let alone cared. Wow! Can a dad be wrong or totally oblivious. Piper turned into a pile of mushy fawning pre-adolescence girl, going on thirteen….I’m not sure I am ready for all that.

Happy Birthday Piper!!!

April Fooled

Isi — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 05:00:24 +0000

On a recent occasion I had the pleasure of greeting the kids after school when they got off of the bus. Nothing special or unusual as the big yellow Twinkie pulled up and spit out its contents of three speed wired kidos ready for the weekend. It was Friday after all, and the Friday before spring break at that.

Each in their own time ran up to, past me and into the house. I was standing on the porch, leaning ever so comfortably against the railing, enjoying the spring air. Piper however slowed as she approached and with a wry twist of her expression looked upon me as if I had materialized into some creature from ether origins. She look not directly at me but above and beside me. To be certain I was curious. As she approached, ever slowing her stride with each step until she stopped before me. Her eyes had grew large and her mouth had dropped open, a small pointy finger came up from her side and aimed at the location for which she was so quizzically focused.

“Daddy! Watch out! There is a spider on your shoulder! Watch out!”

All said with such despair that this thing, this monster, this wicked forbidden creature at which she peered had bared its venomous fangs and was about to end me.

I jumped to the side that rush of adrenaline surging through my veins, flushing my cheeks, focusing every sense to a heightened tingle.

Then a giggle, followed by another. Then those monumentous words said with sheer delight that can only be delivered by a kindergartener that just got the best of her dear old dad.

“April Fools !!! Ha Ha! There is not spider silly !! April Fools !!!”

I definitely fell prey to a viscous creature but thankfully it wasn’t a blood sucking venomous eight legged one – although i am not sure which is worse.

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Piper’s Kindergarten Concert

Carol — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 03:04:43 +0000

Tonight was Piper’s first concert in kindergarten. She has been excited about it for the past few weeks, continuously singing around the house and wanting to show us her “moves”. It was very important for her to wear a ~~formal~~ princess dress during the performance.

In anticipation of the concert Violet has been learning the songs and moves from Piper. Tonight all through the show she was insistent that she should be on stage performing. It wasn’t until afterwards though that she got her chance. Both girls wanted to get on the stage and show us one of the songs from the concert, they decided on “The Bear Went Over the Mountain” as their masterpiece.

Missy, Violet and I enjoyed cheering Piper on throughout the show. Afterward we tried for a photo op with our celebrities but they were famished and ready to head out for the post concert festivities…..dinner, bath, bed !!!

Princess on Ice

Isi — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 04:38:45 +0000

It was a rare treat to get some one on one time with Piper, let alone doing something new. We took a friend up on an offer of Ice Skating and had a great time. I cannot remember Piper ever having been on Ice before, well at least not intentionally and prepared. She was skeptical at first – that initial step being something akin to loosing any remote sense of balance and traction with her spider little legs going every which way. I would have love to have recorded the first moment when she stepped on the ice but both of my hands were required. It only took a moment though and we were doing laps in the center of the rink with the other beginners – well beginners and some of those that just like to show off, spinning and twirling like the are dancing on the wind with butterflies between their toes.

After some confidence grew we headed out of the center and into the flow – and a flow it was – Sunday in Duluth on a cold winter day – where else might one want to be other than standing on the very thing that makes you cold… We elbowed our way in and through, dodging the speedsters, the backwards skaters that you weren’t ever sure if they knew or cared where they were going, the line of Chatty Cathy’s holding hands eight people across offering no possible opening through which we could pass – through to the other side – the side with a rail to hold onto. She was real interested in getting to that rail – all the other kids that were one step up from just hitting the ice – figuratively and literally – were all here… this was where the cool kids hung out – one are on the rail and the other swinging wildly in all directions looking for this mythical thing called – Balance.

After a few slow laps Piper stopped dead in her tracks and start giggling and wiggling. I couldn’t tell what she was doing – and then I heard “HIM” on the radio and all the girls within ten yards were singing (and so was Piper) – Justin Bieber had just invaded my Daddy Time. She listened and sang and danced for the duration…..Sigh.

It was getting close to leaving time and I knew there was some hot cocoa with our names on it. However, when we stepped across the threshold off the ice and onto the carpet Piper got upset and didn’t want to leave. I offered another round or two to put that smile back where it belonged. This time however we were going at daddy’s pace. We jumped into the pack, I had her hands in mind and she kept her balance nicely and I was able to pull her along quickly for two more laps before she declared that we could go now. We headed in, ditched the skates and grabbed some hot cocoa before hitting the road!

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Corn Maze and Pumpkin Patch

Isi — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:43:55 +0000

Fall and Halloween are now a touch behind us but I still wanted to share a few moments we had together at Jaemore Farms in Alto, GA in early October. It was a perfect day for picking up pumpkins, taking a hay ride, playing some festival games and generally enjoying the perfect weather. The games were pretty cool. Our favorite two were the Apple Sling Shot where Isaac made a bullseye and won a free pumpkin (that got to be my pumpkin) and the duck race where you had to pump a well handle to make the water flow as fast as you could so that your duck would get to the big pond on the other side the fastest – the CoTC loved this and did not want to leave.

The last thing we did was head to the corn maze figuring it wouldn’t take more than thirty minutes or so to work our way through. We even had a system to let each of the kids, in turn, pick which direction we should turn when we came to an intersection. As backup we had a color coded map, blue and red, that when viewed with 3D glasses revealed the correct path out of the maze assuming you could first figure out where you were at. To help in the process there were a number of stations describing various wildlife native to Georgia that could be lined up with the map. All this was well and good until the sun went down and we learned quickly that the meager light of our iPhone was just not enough to illuminate the map so that the harmonious path to freedom could be viewed. We tried for a while, a long while, and finally had to stumble into track down one of the staff who continuously roamed through the maze and ask them for some direction. We likely could have worked it out eventually but we had to head back to civilization so that we could feed our army and put them down to rest. Still a lot of fun. Next time though I think flashlights are in order – flashlights, energy bars and water….no excuses!

Fun in the Snow for Christmas

Isi — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 18:11:03 +0000

It is rare to get snow in Georgia, or well normally it is, but the past few years we have received at least a little, normally after the turn of the new year when winter is in full swing. This year however we were surprised that the weathermen were actually right for once when it started snowing on Christmas Day. It didn’t take long before the temperatures plummeted and massive snow flakes started to stick and accumulate. It was a wet snow to start with, wet enough that Dad and I were able to chase off Autumn, pummeling her with snowball after snowball when she had to leave Christmas night – I guess next time she will stick around

The day after however much of the wetness had dried up and all that was left was a nice power – little icy for skiing but nice nonetheless. The CoTC could take it no longer though and wrapped themselves in layer upon layer to head out into the arctic cold. Great times ensued !!!

It was great to have snow and even better to have it on Christmas Day.

Piper’s Debug Session

Isi — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 02:06:16 +0000

Sitting at the island while I poked around on the laptop the kids were playing in front of me in the living room. They were all edgy after doing homework and getting a snack and had not really settled into any type of comfortable evening routine. Anytime one of them did something another did not like, a wartime skirmish would break out on the living room floor – Lego, PlayMobile and horses be damned.

It was during one of these particularly conversational skirmishes that I intervened, trying for the sake of sanity only to add some sort of reasoning to the seeming mindless bickering so it could be solved in a civilized manner – silly me. Piper stood up and said, “Daddy, I am not whining. I am debugging.” The statement was said with direction, strength and finality, as if there was no further explanation necessary and this was not only a sufficient response but obviously the only one required.

Carol and I couldn’t help but turn our backs and laugh quietly to each other. The debug system (love it or hate it) is something they teach kids in school these days as a way towards conflict resolution without resorting to the sticks and stones that we grew up with.

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