roll over, henry ford

so, this is just a taste of the random destructiveness the twins impose upon our lives. we also found them both in the kitchen sink this morning, in the the candy jar, after getting into our sharp knives and other things that they most definitely need not ever touch. argh! oh well--that's life!

IT'S DONE!!!!

well, 4 months ago today (father's day), the main sewer line in our neighborhood got blocked, and sent lots of filthy, yucky water into our basement (as well as a house across the street). after crews cleaned everything out, nate and i started with the remodeling in august. we've now finished it! yeah! the end-result pics aren't great since nate broke our camera while using it to get jeremy's rocket out of a tree, but they still give an idea. man, it sure feels good to be done with that project! here's the story in pics...


over half of our driveway was filled with stuff they had to throw away. i think we took some stuff out of the pile that didn't really get touched by it all (like the baby swing).

um...so imagine a lot of pics here to show the stages....my bro has a few from when he came to tile the floor...um, yeah....anyway...

katya's artwork at the bottom of the stairs

jeremy's artwork on the left and seth's on the right

liam's painting

anyway, so now we are ready for guests--so come on down! our many, many, many, many, etc thanks to those who helped--family and friends. we would still be working on it if it wasn't for you.

now--who's ready for the next project????

jeremy's tubing experience

i just found this story that jeremy had written about when we were in colorado. though i'd share it. (all typing is as he did it).

Once I went tubing in colorado. It took 15 minutes to get there. I went with My grampa, my aunt steve, my mom and dad and my brothers and sisters. Before we could go tubing we had to get are tubs. Soon we were packed and left. When we got there we went to start. Gampa stayed and watched the twins. first I went with dad there were lots of rocks. The water was freezing. At the end I saw there was a there was a water fall! After that we bumped into rocks then we made it to land. Then I went solo a few times I was spinning alot. Once when I went down the water fall I didn't keep going down the river. The somebody pushed me out of the water fall. Then I went in long groups witch didn't make the ride fair, before the water fall there was a big rock, and the person that was last would be fliped! And when it came to the water fall you would NOT want to be the first because then you'd get the most wet. the second time we went in goups I got fliped! it was not cool. the End

inspiration....

ODE TO THE BABIES

you don't get the glue--

i know that you think you do,

but you don't get the glue!

you don't get the scissors, glitter or paint

anytime you get near them,

i just about faint.

you don't get the papers pushed 5 feet away,

the computer, the mouse--

why can't you just lay?

don't climb on the piano, we don't think it's funny.

the front door is off-limits, even if it is sunny.

don't open the trash,--or the pantry or fridge.

just don't open anything with doors or with lids!

you don't get the barstools, the counter or sink.

there will be no more climbing!

(no matter what you think.)

and as for 'no-mores', there's a long list for that:

no chair-pushing, food throwing, or hitting with bats.

no more playing in toilet water,

or pulling out books.

no getting into mischief, and then giving me cute looks!

no pulling out drawers

and empyting what's inside.

there are no more places to put things to hide!

yes, i know how one kid can cause lots of trouble,

but destruction comes sooner because now there's double.

i finally nab one of them running around,

but how to keep the other one stuck to the ground?

i will have to admit that the boys can be funny,

but at times they do cost me much more than just money.

my sanity is slowly slipping away--

so please don't touch anything...

at least for one day!

kim boyce

*this poem is dedicated to caleb and adam who try my patience on a way-more-frequently-basis than hourly. no one was harmed during the months of inspiration for this poem, and all information is factual.