Schmitt Haus

06 November 2012

Halloween

One black cat with yellow-green eyes,

Purr and fur is a great disguise!

Me-OW!

01 November 2012

08 August 2012

20 June 2012

Summer Photos

Photo shoot with Aunt CC and Uncle Zach - Thanks guys!!!

17 April 2012

Morning Oatmeal!

Lina's favorite combo:
1 scoop old fashioned oats
Dash of flax seed
Dash of walnuts
(I swear SHE eats these!!!)
Fresh blueberries
Splash of milk
Honey to taste

Yummy!

17 March 2012

05 February 2012

5th Birthday Ariel cake by Grandpa Jim:

03 February 2012

It is a cleaning day so Adelina and I are listening to some of my old fashioned CDs when Vic Damone's MacArthur Park comes on. Child hears the following lyric, "Someone left the cake out in the rain and I can't take it."
Q: Why they left the cake out in the rain?

A: I don't know. Maybe they didn't know it was going to rain?

Q: Well, didn't they have a weather app?

A: No honey, I don't think they did in the 1950s.

02 February 2012

This made my day!

You MUST read this:

http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/01/to-my-old-master.html

It is a much nicer way of saying this:

01 February 2012

My Baby is Growing Up!

She looks so grown up to me! Not sure if her neck is getting longer or her cheeks are getting smaller, but she is my little woman!

21 January 2012

Road Trip! Chattanooga, TN

Adelina took 42 pictures of stalactites, stalagmites and fluorescent lights:

13 December 2011

Happy Thought of the Day: Tuesday

I was playing around on iTunes when Adelina asked me to buy the pudding song. "What's the pudding song?" I ask. "You know, mama: if you don't eat your meat, how can you have any pudding? how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" How can I say no to a 4-year-old who loves Pink Floyd?

16 November 2011

Happy Thought of the Day

Adelina and I attend open swim at the community pool a couple of times a week. It is usually just us, the lifeguard and a handful of old folks (the locker room is always interesting..."Mama, what's that???").

Anyway, her latest accomplishment is a full-barrelled cannonball that splashes me and the sweet old ladies doing the water aerobics in the shallow end.

And for some reason, she feels the need to shout, "CANNONBALL" at the top of her lungs every single time.