Sunday, July 31, 2011

Detroit Makers Faire

We had a fabulous time at the Detroit Makers Faire at The Henry Ford.  It was geeky, fun, and family friendly all at the same time. Right up our alley.  Enjoy a few pictures -- and a really awesome video of the Coke and Mentos show.

Coke and Mentos show

Yes, this is "those guys" who put up all the videos on YouTube.  And it is that impressive.  They even explained the science of how it works before the show.

Making bouncy balls

The kids got to make their own bouncy balls.  I was all nostalgic when the instructor started explaining how the polymers (the crystals that they were pouring into the ball molds) would get excited when dropped into water and stick together.  You see -- my grandmother used to have the same kinds of conversations with me!

You think I kid... but I don't.  Nerdiness runs deep in my family.

My brothers and cousins are probably laughing right now because they remember my grandmother adamantly explaining to us that "plastic" was a misnomer, and "polymer" was the correct term.

Life size mouse trap

Some guy spend ten years putting this together!

 Detroit represents in the races!

The best... and slowest.. vehicle by far.  It had an awesome sound system, though.  Area code 313 representing!

I3 Detroit was one of the top racers.
 Android phone operated robot!

This was one of the coolest inventions we saw.  My husband and son controlled this robot after hubby downloaded an Android app onto his phone.
 Cool stuff ... and I'm not even sure what it is...

How would you feel if you were passed by a cupcake?

Yes, the Time Machine!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Mommytography 365/203-209

203:  Tanks and ducks

I made a bunch of cakes for the cake walk at my neighborhood's picnic.  Yes, that's an army soldier cake and a pink ducky cake. 
 204:  Let them eat cake!

One of the cakes didn't make it to the picnic...

 205: Window shopping

This is Cindel, our "shy" cat.  I finally caught her for a photo.
 206:  First aid for shakey doggie

My son said that his lovie needed some band aids after taking one too many flying leaps.

 207:  Detroit Ink

My daughter went a little crazy with the tattoos at the township music night.
 208: Climbing wall

My daughter gives the climbing wall a try.  It was harder than she thought!
 209:  Sir Buzz/Woody/McQueen/Shifu

Big boy was excited to make his shield at the township Ice Cream Social, and had to pose for a picture after we got home.

Working moms vs. Motor moms!

I can't wait for school to start up again, because then we get the list of all the school volunteer opportunities.
  • Motor moms -- What the heck is a motor mom do you ask? I keep imagining a biker chic, but apparently it has something to do with gross motor skills.  Who knew!
  • Classroom parent aides -- every suburban classroom has gotta have one... or two!
  • School materials get-togethers -- Moms gather at Starbucks or Panera and put together classroom materials for teachers.  Always during school hours;  never an evening event.
  • PTO fundraising events -- Forget bake sales.  It's the big time now!  Glossy brochures, monthly orders, pledge sheets...
My kids bring home these volunteer sheets like they are certifications of Mom Guilt. Here you go Working Mom!  Evidence you are a Bad Mother!

Daughter: "Mom, why don't you ever help out in the classroom, like Aiden's mom?"

Bad Mom: "I have to work."

Daughter: "EVERY DAY?"

Bad Mom: "Yes, every day. Do any dads come and help?"

Daughter: "No, just the moms. So are you going to help with something? Anything?"


Then, just to pile the guilt on some more, I get a calendar sent home with every-good-mom's assigned volunteer dates and times -- a confirmation that I'm a Bad Mom.

Thank you, sir!  May have have another!


This was prompted by Mama Kat's world family writing prompt.  She wanted to know what I missed about the school year!

Mama’s Losin’ It

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Bath time routines at my house

"OK, kids. Bath night!"

A herd of elephants tramples up the stairs. Do I really only have two kids?

I follow at a snail's pace, and gather towels and robes. I see clothes strewn about, providing a chaotic path to the bathroom.

But no kids.

"Hmmm... I thought I had two dirty kids around here."

Muffled giggles.

"I wonder where they went. I swear I heard two children run up the stairs..."

I start my hunt for the missing children, and the muffled giggles continue. I stoop down, and lift up the bed skirt to my bed, and this is what I find:

I know... this is only one of them.  My daughter is usually tucked back in the far corner.
This series of events is repeated at my house every bath night.... because routine is important for kids, don't you know!
This post was prompted by Working Mom Wednesday over at Work Wife Mom Life.  Somebody wanted to know what was under my bed.

Wordless Wednesday: Spidey?

We had a Velcro wall at our neighborhood picnic.  Hubby decided to give it a try.  (Sorry for the low quality picture... I only had my cell phone available).

Friday, July 22, 2011

Flashback Friday: A little relief from the heat wave

With this heat wave in the Midwest, I thought we all needed a reminder that it will get cold again. 

As we often say here in Michigan, "Don't like the weather?  Wait a minute."

We also say there are two seasons in Michigan:  winter... and construction

So, when you are complaining about the heat -- think about all those construction workers!

These pictures were taken in February of 2010, when our doggie Annabelle was still with us, and still had four legs.

Mommytography 365/196-202

196: Off to Girl Scout Camp

This is my daughter's "You can leave now, Mom" face.
  197:  Pumping iron

My daughter's water source for the week.
 198: Leaving camp

The path outta the camp.

199: Piggyback ride

Lucky boy talks daddy into giving him a ride.

200: A new fight move

I'm not sure what to call this one?  Full leg wrap?  Silly boy ATTACK?
 201: Kid Yoga

Big boy shows has some major yoga skillz.
 202: My little baker

I had to bake some cakes for our neighborhood picnic.  Big boy "helped" by licking the beater.  Notice no shirt... again???

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Driving while ....

I am a Very. Good. Driver. I'm very proud of that. In my lifetime, I have received zero -- yes zero -- speeding tickets. I did get pulled over twice in one day for having a headlight out (bless their hearts), and I've been pulled over a few more times for "driving a little too fast," but I've always managed drive away with a warning. I chalk it up to my politeness and my good track record.

On the other hand, my husband (that cute Asian guy) has racked up a few tickets here and there, making me gasp every time I see our insurance on his car. We have a running joke that he is trying to collect a ticket for every new state he visits.

Take our visit down south a few years back: we went to Charleston, South Carolina to see a few friends, including a native of the area and a friend stationed there in the Navy. After hanging around the gorgeous and friendly city of Charleston for a few days, we decided to take a trip to Savannah, Georgia. This required driving through some back country, but no problem -- we took our rental car and were on our way. On our way back to Charleston, my husband was driving along a country route, and I had nodded off in the front passenger's seat. As I felt the car decelerate, I realized we were being pulled over.

As the policeman walked up to the car, I thought "We are nice folk. As long as my husband is polite and considerate, I'm sure this nice policeman will just let us off with a warning (just like every other time I've been pulled over), right?"

Then the cop leaned in, with his crisp Stetson hat and shiny badge, and took one cool look at my husband. Then he looked across and squinted at me. He spoke to us slowly, as if my husband didn't speak English, in a thick southern drawl.

And then I realized... We are NOT. Getting. Out. Of. This. Ticket.

My husband was polite and considerate, just as I would expect, as he received his ticket for $180. Ouch. The cop didn't even reduce the speed (don't they always do that? You know... by 5 MPH or something?).

After we got back to Charleston, we told our friends about our run in with the law. Our friend in the Navy, also an Asian American fellow, said to check the ticket. He said attitudes change pretty quickly from the city to the countryside in South Carolina. He said he could guess the county where we were pulled over. We checked the ticket... he guessed right.

This post was prompted by Mama Kat's writing prompts. 

The prompt was YELLOW. 

Wait for it... did you figure it out yet?  Do you feel bad that you figured it out?  Do ya?  Mwahahahaha.

Mama’s Losin’ It

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Soapbox rant: Michele Bachmann is on drugs!

If you don't want to read a rant, please leave now.


Presidential hopeful Michele Bachmann has opened a can of worms.

No, I'm not going to rant here about Tea Party conservatives or female Republicans. I'm up on my soapbox because -- despite all the legitimate reasons why Michele Bachmann should not be the Republican nominee -- some press, pundits and politicians have decided to call out her migraines as a reason she is unfit to lead.


As a severe migraine sufferer myself, this just burns me and makes my head boil.

{ouch that hurts}

There are accounts of her numerous "hospitalizations" and "stress-related health problems" and "heavy pill use alleged." Here's what key inside source said:

“When she gets ‘em, frankly, she can’t function at all. It’s not like a little thing with a couple Advils. It’s bad,” the adviser says. “The migraines are so bad and so intense, she carries and takes all sorts of pills. Prevention pills. Pills during the migraine. Pills after the migraine, to keep them under control. She has to take these pills wherever she goes.”

Yep, that all sounds about right. And I have all those pills, too. My friends call me "the pharmacy." Anyone who has migraines or knows a migraineur will understand that medications are very helpful for living with migraines. We use them to function -- and live our lives. Fortunately, the pills available now -- within the past 10-15 years -- are amazing; so much better than what was available in the early 1990s and before. Please don't assume we're addicts because we carry around a bunch of pills. Migraines are monsters;  medications are one weapon against the monsters.

And yes, prevention IS the best medicine. I know my triggers -- certain foods, smoke, changes in pressure, alcohol. The list gets longer every year. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I make sure to get 8 hours of sleep EVERY night. I have to eat every 4 hours. I do these things EVERY DAY to make sure I do not trigger a migraine; it works most days. Any long-term sufferer does his or her best to avoid triggers, but sometimes the migraines win. 

OK, I know the media attack on Michele Bachmann is really just an attempt by the politicians to get rid of another candidate. To remove of someone they don't think has a good chance of winning the election. I get that. "All is fair in love and war..."

But we, the public, are tired of the games. If you want to get rid of a bad candidate, then get rid of them based on the real issues -- not because they suffer from migraines, or diabetes, or have purple polka-dotted skin.  I really don't give a flip. 

Geez. My head hurts...

{walks into a dark room to bury her head}

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: No pictures please.

It's hot. Damn hot!

It's hot. Damn hot! And I just sent my little girl off to sleep-away Girl Scout camp for the whole week. During a heat wave. I hope she doesn't melt.

You know how hot it is? Roosevelt will tell you...

Friday, July 15, 2011

Flashback Friday: Naked baby alert

What is it with boys and nakedness?  It seems like boys are a little more obsessed with being naked than girls.  Every bath night, I have a little guy who just loves to run around naked.  And he loves to take off his shirt for any reason --  like it is some manliness symbol. 

Anyway, here's a picture of my big boy when he wasn't so big.  But he was very naked -- and very happy about it.  I might get censored.

Mommytography 365/189-195

189:  Pretty in purple

A beautiful car at the car show at the Elvis Fest in Ypsilanti.
190:  4-year-old daredevil

Yes, that slide is as steep as it appears.  There were rings at the top to hold onto before the drop.  My big boy went down at least 5 times!

191:  Almost world famous phallic symbol of Ypsilanti

This is the "famous" water-tower of Ypsilanti, Michigan.  Remind you of anything?

192:  Shrinky dink Girl Scout S.W.A.P.s

My big girl is going to Girl Scout camp next week, so we made some Shrinky Dink S.W.A.P.s for her to bring along.

193:  Battle-damage

Big boy did a face plant, and met the cement at Day Camp this week.  It was a bloody nasty affair, and he still has some battle scar scratches.

194: Jazz in the Village

Our township sponsored some music nights nearby our neighborhood.  These jazzy guys were great for a summer evening out.

195:  Horses down on the farm

A couple of the horses at my kids' day camp.


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