Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Santa's Helpers and Their Shenanigans
Rey and Elan are staying with us until the 24th. They said they'd help pack but this is really what they have been up to:
We've have been having a lot of fun with our shenanigans. In truth, they have both been great with Sam and Isabella.
In addition to their awesome babysitting skills, they are very good dish washers because someone (and I won't mention any names) went ahead and sprained their left thumb....I guess Brad is going to have to do the packing :) 
We've have been having a lot of fun with our shenanigans. In truth, they have both been great with Sam and Isabella.
In addition to their awesome babysitting skills, they are very good dish washers because someone (and I won't mention any names) went ahead and sprained their left thumb....I guess Brad is going to have to do the packing :) 
Friday, December 18, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
O' Christmas Tree, O' Christmas Tree-Where art thou?
Despite the fact that we are moving and surrounded by general chaos, Christmas managed to show up in the Marsh household. Albeit, we are eleven days away from the event but better late than never. Since the house is topsy-turvy, we opted for a small tree this year because we didn't want to deal with Isabella trying to grab at it or thousands of dry, sharp, pine needles.
Our "little" tree before:
And after:
I know she won't win an award for "Best Decorations" or anything but at least the kids will enjoy her.
In other news, we went to the 3rd annual Mousavi-Sandoval Christmas party on Saturday night. It's a family and friends kind of party so kids come along and are running around in their pajamas most of the night while the adults drink...ahem...I mean socialize. Below are the best two shots of the evening because all the other ones were either blurry, surrounded by some yellow light I can't explain, or unflattering. You'll note that there are no pictures of me and this is do to all of the adjectives mentioned in the previous sentence.
Papa and Izzy:
And Sam up to no good in Arianna's closet:
Our "little" tree before:
And after:
I know she won't win an award for "Best Decorations" or anything but at least the kids will enjoy her.
In other news, we went to the 3rd annual Mousavi-Sandoval Christmas party on Saturday night. It's a family and friends kind of party so kids come along and are running around in their pajamas most of the night while the adults drink...ahem...I mean socialize. Below are the best two shots of the evening because all the other ones were either blurry, surrounded by some yellow light I can't explain, or unflattering. You'll note that there are no pictures of me and this is do to all of the adjectives mentioned in the previous sentence.
Papa and Izzy:
And Sam up to no good in Arianna's closet:
Friday, December 11, 2009
Operation: Anger Management
Sometimes, Sam has some serious boy anger. Or maybe its because he has two fiesty parents???? Either way, Sam, newly dubbed "Rocky," was sent home from preschool for "not using his words" (i.e. fists). As a result, we launched "Operation Anger Management." I'm thinking about staring programs around the nation because several of my friends with boys have expressed the need. I see dollar bills.
First, we started by writing some notes of apology. In typical Sam style, these are less of a note and more of a dramatization or re-enactment of the incident(s). If you click on the picture to make it larger, you'll notice that he:
(a) pushed Johnny and
(b) hit Tyson
Second, we talked about "consequences" for his behavior and he suggested we put his trains away. Alas, we bid them farewell and I told him that for every day that he was a good boy, he could pick one, if not two, trains at the end of the day. In addition, I would talk to Santa and let him know he was being a good boy. Below is where said trains are now resting:
Third, he decided he needed to work on packing stuff for his room in preparation for the move. He decided these "preparations" would consist of doing some box detailing so the movers would know it goes to his room. The boy is genius.
First, we started by writing some notes of apology. In typical Sam style, these are less of a note and more of a dramatization or re-enactment of the incident(s). If you click on the picture to make it larger, you'll notice that he:
(a) pushed Johnny and
(b) hit Tyson
Second, we talked about "consequences" for his behavior and he suggested we put his trains away. Alas, we bid them farewell and I told him that for every day that he was a good boy, he could pick one, if not two, trains at the end of the day. In addition, I would talk to Santa and let him know he was being a good boy. Below is where said trains are now resting:
Third, he decided he needed to work on packing stuff for his room in preparation for the move. He decided these "preparations" would consist of doing some box detailing so the movers would know it goes to his room. The boy is genius.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
A Little Pirate Diddy
Sam is still into pirates these days. As a special treat over Thanksgiving weekend, he donned his pirate shirt (backwards) and performed his favoirite pirate diddy about seven billion times. Everyone in the house that weekend memorized it. Here are the words and video for your entertainment pleasure:
(First Verse)
When I was young I had some fun the day I went to sea
I lived aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me:
(Refrain)
Oh, we go this way that way, portside, starboard, under the deep blue sea...
This way that way, portside, starboard, under the deep blue sea.
(Second Verse)
We hit a storm, a sail was torn the day we went to sea
I lived aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me:
(Repeat Refrain)
(Third Verse)
We took a break, we saw the wreck the day we went to sea
I lived aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me:
(Repeat Refrain)
(First Verse)
When I was young I had some fun the day I went to sea
I lived aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me:
(Refrain)
Oh, we go this way that way, portside, starboard, under the deep blue sea...
This way that way, portside, starboard, under the deep blue sea.
(Second Verse)
We hit a storm, a sail was torn the day we went to sea
I lived aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me:
(Repeat Refrain)
(Third Verse)
We took a break, we saw the wreck the day we went to sea
I lived aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me:
(Repeat Refrain)
Friday, December 4, 2009
Gobble Gobble-Part 4: The Conclusion
On Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend, I convinced Brad and Brandon to head up to Sacramento for a trip to the California Railroad Museum. They decorate everything in festive holiday cheer AND you get to ride a train that happens to be visited by Santa Claus. My plan was genius because
(a) Sam and Isabella would nap in the car
(b) We would get to enjoy a train ride with Santa and
(c) We'd get to enjoy an easy car drive together
Well, part C took forever since Brad started the trip off right by getting a speeding ticket as we embarked on our travels. You'll notice that both the officer and Brad are smiling about said ticket...
Since speed racer got a ticket, our drive took way longer than it normally would have. Hence, the attitudes of the gentlemen below:
Things got significantly better once we were out of the car and in the museum. Below are some of the spectacular trains they maintain:
Once we were done with the museum, we had some time to kill before we boarded our train with St. Nick. We had some truly horrible food for lunch and then we felt much better upon discovering the candy story below...There is nothing like barrels and barrels full of candy to liven the spirits:
The train ride was a lot of fun. There were lots of laughs and smiles, Isabella being the most willing participant.
Once the train ride arrived to its midway point, it was time for Santa Claus. Isabella was not a fan of the jolly man but Sam was in awe. Note the jaw-dropped and eyes-wide facial expression below....
Things got pretty boring after Santa left. His elves, meaning, the little old lady who volunteer for this kinda stuff, gave Sam and Isabella a finger puppet. As a result, a finger puppet battle ensued:
After the finger puppet wars, it was time for Sam and Tio B to practice their finger puppet suctioning abilities:
And we will close with Little Miss Laughter and the crew:
(a) Sam and Isabella would nap in the car
(b) We would get to enjoy a train ride with Santa and
(c) We'd get to enjoy an easy car drive together
Well, part C took forever since Brad started the trip off right by getting a speeding ticket as we embarked on our travels. You'll notice that both the officer and Brad are smiling about said ticket...
Since speed racer got a ticket, our drive took way longer than it normally would have. Hence, the attitudes of the gentlemen below:
Things got significantly better once we were out of the car and in the museum. Below are some of the spectacular trains they maintain:
Once we were done with the museum, we had some time to kill before we boarded our train with St. Nick. We had some truly horrible food for lunch and then we felt much better upon discovering the candy story below...There is nothing like barrels and barrels full of candy to liven the spirits:
The train ride was a lot of fun. There were lots of laughs and smiles, Isabella being the most willing participant.
Once the train ride arrived to its midway point, it was time for Santa Claus. Isabella was not a fan of the jolly man but Sam was in awe. Note the jaw-dropped and eyes-wide facial expression below....
Things got pretty boring after Santa left. His elves, meaning, the little old lady who volunteer for this kinda stuff, gave Sam and Isabella a finger puppet. As a result, a finger puppet battle ensued:
After the finger puppet wars, it was time for Sam and Tio B to practice their finger puppet suctioning abilities:
And we will close with Little Miss Laughter and the crew:
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