Every day, my 12th grade twins give me a toy to bring to work. I send home pictures of how the toy is "helping" me, and then save them to this blog. (OK, obviously, we are not really doing this anymore. Teenagers, amiright?) It definitely makes work more fun. For me -- I can't speak for the poor toy. Please do not use any of my images or writing without contacting me for permission.
Showing posts with label Parasaurolophus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parasaurolophus. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Monday, September 26, 2011
9/26 - Parasaurolophus and the bluest eye
Lil' Gal has been asking for granola bars, like the ones Grant has in his lunchbox. (And apparently, like the ones have in my desk drawer at work.) I liked how the blue wrapper brought out the blue in Parasaurolophus’s eyes. Purty. We’ll have to bring some granola bars home!
Here, Parasaurolophus nibbles on the tender leaves of a giant cauliflower. NOM!
Here, Parasaurolophus nibbles on the tender leaves of a giant cauliflower. NOM!
Monday, July 5, 2010
7/05 - Dinosaurs in the fridge
The best Mondays are those spent at home with family and not in a stinking meeting. (Happy 4th of July!)
Today, in the excitement of harvesting tomatoes from the garden, Lil' Guy left his Parasaurolophus next to the tomato plant. When we retrieved it, it was "too hot." To avert a meltdown (Lil' Guy, not the dino), Mama put him in the fridge (dino, not Lil' Guy). Everybody thought this was completely ridiculous, which it was.
David sent us a picture of a windmill where you can have soup. Windmill soup?
Today, in the excitement of harvesting tomatoes from the garden, Lil' Guy left his Parasaurolophus next to the tomato plant. When we retrieved it, it was "too hot." To avert a meltdown (Lil' Guy, not the dino), Mama put him in the fridge (dino, not Lil' Guy). Everybody thought this was completely ridiculous, which it was.
David sent us a picture of a windmill where you can have soup. Windmill soup?
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