New blog installment starting NOW!

If you can't tell from my exclamation point in my title, I'm really excited about the new blog installment I'm starting with today.
It's going to be: Fun/Cool/Funny/Nostalgic/Embarrassing old pictures. I got out my photo scanner the other night and had a lot of fun looking at old pictures and got inspired.
My definition of "old" in this case is anything earlier than today. So pretty much anything is fair game. I'm looking forward to having a lot of fun with this, and guys, it's not just going to be family pictures, so if you pay attention you may just see yourself!

Today we're going to start out with one of my favorite old classics. I actually have no idea what year this picture is from.
I just love our outfits. I love Cammon's tight pants and tight shirt, and Char's rainbow heart sweatshirt (mom did you make that?) and pink sneakers. I love my amazingly pleated red pants that taper so nicely. And of course my suspenders!! I also love Megan's sweatshirt that's got to be something from Westridge or something, and her ponytail braid coming out the side of her head. You can also see how my front teeth didn't fit my face for about 5 years.

My absolutely favorite about this picture though is how happy we all look. It's so cute.
What year was this? Whose party were we going to? Anybody? Anybody?
Good picture mom.

And since this is the first installment of this new tradition I'm going to add a bonus picture here. This is another one of my classic favorites. It's the Randle kids on vacation in Arkansas in 1990.
There's actually another picture that goes with this one that's my real favorite, but I don't seem to have it. I don't know if it comes before or after this one, but Cammon still has the same oh-so-natural smile, I'm smiling and Murphy is pulling Charlotte's hair and she's making a horrible face. It's really funny. But this one has it's own charm to it too. Murphy and Charlotte established the tenor of their relationship early in life. :)

So I hope everyone will look forward to the next installment--and just for you Hendricks out there, this will not be limited to old Randle pictures, that's for sure, so watch out!!

Big B, Little b, what begins with B?

Time for another installment of the alphabet, better know as What Max Learned at School.
We're a little behind because of traveling, but bear with us if you can while we try to catch up.
Max had two weeks of learning about Buh-the sound of letter B. At his school they don't talk about letters by their names, but by their sounds.
So, it was all about the buhs.
Here is a picture of the board at school. Click to see a larger image. It's covered with Buh things. I especially like the buh-buh-beard and the buh-buh-bug, which actually I was just told by Max is a beetle! Wow, I obviously haven't been to preschool in a while.



Sometimes it's a little embarrassing because I can't always identify everything on the board. Well, usually I can, but sometimes when put on the spot I can't always think of what the picture is representing that fits with the letter.




They went backpacking one day, walking down to the park that is just down the street to play on the toys and picnic eating bologna sandwiches. Among other things they talked about birds and bugs and bears and bats and beetles and butterflies. They heard the story of the Bremen Town Musicians and learned some Russian words that went along with it.
One day they made bead necklaces. I thought Max's turned out really cool. I liked his bead choices. I thought that maybe he'd made it for me to wear, but no, unfortunately he wouldn't let me wear it.




I'm not sure why these pictures ended up being shirtless--he usually does insist on wearing a shirt. I was just thinking we'd seen a few too many striped shirt pictures on the blog, and that day he was wearing a *surprise* striped shirt. So whatever.

What snacks did they eat during the Buh weeks you're wondering? Well among others, they ate: bleu cheese, brie cheese, broccoli, bagels, brussel sprouts (I say to that buh-buh-blah), blueberries, blackberries and beets (again, I say buh-buh-blech!!).

They made bean bags one day, that turned out great, and another day they did some blot art. His ended up looking very much like a bat to me, appropriately.


So the buhs turned out to be fun. Our biggest school challenge with Max right now is coloring. He really has no interest in coloring, especially not in staying inside the lines of anything. So we're working on that. So far no progress, but I'm sure eventually we can learn how to make it fun. Or at least that's my hope.
Stay tuned for the next installment.

A Box Full of Puppy

Who can resist a box full of cute puppy? Just thought we'd share ours to brighten everyone's day.


And yes, I said brighten, not frighten!!

"My Favorite White New Land Grover" max

It's been a long, eventful life for this Land Grover (that's what Max calls them) since we first bought it about a year ago. I was itching for a new ride after the windows on the Saturn wagon quit working--naturally the AC was also broken and too old to be inexpensively fixed. I was driving to and from school, becoming drenched in sweat each time I got in it.
One fine day, I was out riding my bike when I spotted a white Land Rover for sale. It appeared to be in good condition and the asking price was low enough that I could actually afford it. Secretly, since the days of snapping the sway bars and ripping the skid plates off my dad's pickup, I had always wished for a true 4x4 to call my own. When I noticed the sticker in the window of the Rover stating "4x4 of the year", I knew we needed it. Sure enough, Ginna agreed and although we had to let a lot of air pressure out the tires to fit it in the garage it was ours.
We hadn't owned the thing more than a day when things started to go downhill. We took it to our "trusty" local mechanic to have it fully tuned and update all maintenance before we started to drive it. For about $1500 he changed the brakes, spark plugs and belts, then cracked the windshield (which they denied, but I took it whole and got it back cracked!), worsened the power steering leak and didn't put the wheels back on tight, so they almost fell off on the freeway!
Next came two wrecks in two months--both not our fault, and yes, the Favorite White New Land Grover kept Ginna safe in both instances.
We decided that since the cumulative insurance payouts were more than the value of the car and slightly less than the cost of fixing it in the body shop, we'd try to find something else. But, after having a Land Grover, it's really hard to shop for another type of car.

We looked at just about everything, including some mini-vans, but in the end, we knew what we wanted: another Land Grover. So, we bought the Red New Land Grover and we really like it. I kept the white grover in the garage since I couldn't really sell it and I honestly, I didn't want to.

If you read our posts then you'll know that our subaru recently died. Suddenly, we were at a crossroads. New car or fix the white grover? The choice was clear. We needed the grover back. I also needed to do it on a budget. So, I undertook the whole project myself. I have no knowledge of auto mechanics, bodywork or anything like that. Still, I needed to fix my grover. I took off all the broken panels and used a sledge hammer to straighten the big dents, I bought a true Australian safari bumper and put off-road tires on it.
I bought replacement lights from the junk yard and somehow managed to salvage the stock grill. The fenders are still not totally fixed and I couldn't get the hood straight, but oh well.

I also got ambitious and fixed the powersteering leak. I bought the tech manual for the car and took off a whole bunch of stuff, so I could get to the powersteering pump and fix the leak. I can't believe it worked. Now Max's favorite white new land grover is back in action and I'm using it to drive to school. There were some choice moments during the rehabilitation of the white grover and I still want to have the body work done by a shop someday, but until I'm rolling in the benjamins, we'll be rolling in the Favorite White New Land Grover.

Why do kids always get sick??

So here Max and I are. We flew to Orlando Florida to meet my mom, dad, youngest brother and sister at Disney World for a fun week. Guess where I am right now? In the hotel room. Guess where Max is? In bed asleep. He puked up his guts all morning.
So a question for all my friends out there--those of you that are parents and those that aren't. Is this something that just always happens? Is it just kids, or traveling or what? It seems like anytime we try to do anything he's either sick before we start or gets sick on the trip. Is it just bad luck? Or some other reason?
Any of youguys have any good stories about this kind of thing? Things that happened to your kids or to you yourself?

We'll be waiting to hear....

Things You Couldn't Even Imagine

The other day Kelly showed us some old home video he had on his computer from one of Kari's birthday parties when we were living in Morrison CO. Kari got one of those big 8balls that could "predict the future". You would ask it a question and then turn the ball over and an answer would display. In the video--which is super funny--Kelly grabs it and asks, "am I going to be famous?" Then Kari asks, "am I going to be a superstar?" Kari used to always tell us that she was going to marry a rich pineapple farmer from Hawaii and live the sweet life (sorry Aaron). Obviously those dreams rarely play out and that's probably good. Sometimes, though, I like to think about what my youth self would think of my current life. I'm not exactly sure what I expected. Maybe to be a rockstar trombonist. (btw, that picture would make a great desktop picture (: ) At any rate I'm pretty sure if someone told me that I was going to be a dentist I would have been pretty bummed out. Working in mouths isn't that glamorous.
Still, there is at least one thing about my current life that I would have been really excited about.
Nintendo emulator for personal computers. I couldn't have ever imagined that I would one day have nintendo and supernintendo on my computer, with every game at my fingertips. A few days ago, while I was flying home from California, I played nintendo games the whole time. You can even save your game and restart later. Kelly and I played a season of tecmo superbowl, by playing a game and emailing the saved version back and forth. Kelly won, back in the day I would have beat him up, but he's too big now, so I just pretended not to care.
Back when I was first learning Super Mario Bros. I would make Kelly and Kenny hide behind the chair while I played the difficult levels because I believed that their presence would mess me up. We were so serious about it that we played until there were indentations in our fingers from the triangles on the buttons. During my flight I got a serious cramp in my finger from using my keyboard as the joystick. It made me happy.
"8ball, am I going to have every nintnedo game ever?" Yes!!!!!!!!!

A haircut--old news, but still cute

Max got a haircut a week ago or so. It's not a drastic change, but enough that he can now see!
Here are some befores: Lots of hair!!



































The girl who cuts our hair did a really great job with him, and he was sort of brave. For once she actually did what we wanted and just cut off enough so he could see better, but left his essential Max-ness intact. She gave him a special purple comb he got to take home. He thought it was pretty nifty. So he admitted this time, the haircut didn't hurt. What a relief!

Some during and afters:
I love this one.

The finished product, what a stinkin' cute boy!

American Idol Bologna anyone?

Max and I were out at the grocery store shopping today. We got to the sandwich meat section and I said "hmmmm, what kind of bologna should we get?" Honestly I wasn't really asking for his opinion, I'm a little smarter than that. Anyway, I picked out the one I wanted, and as I reached for it he said, "No, no mom! I want the American Idol one!" I'm thinking, "what??!? American Idol bologna? Give me a break!"
However, there down at the bottom of the case, there was American Idol bologna. I guess Oscar Meyer is having some sort of strange "sing the jingle" contest or something weird, so some of the packages are festooned with the American Idol logo.
Anyway, this is a child that can't read, but he can recognize bologna with the American Idol logo on it for what it is? So strange. And mind you, this child has never watched American Idol.
Scary, huh? I'm not sure what this all means.....any ideas?

Maxes at work

So check it out. I was making dinner the other night, and Kris had Max set the table. When I turned around it looked like this.
Please take special note of the number of forks that the person sitting at the end of the table gets. I only made one course.....maybe I should be making more. Disregard the crumbs on the table, I'm sure I don't know where those came from!
My favorite part though, is the carefully pre-crumpled state of the napkins. Very deliberate and artisic I think. I think I'm going to get him a job at a fancy restaurant right away, probably a modern kind, where they would appreciate the true art of napkin crumpling. In the meantime I'm going to figure out what else we can eat with all those forks.