The Farrells

The Farrells
Matt, Nicki, Owen and Nora live in the San Francisco Bay area. Matt is a research analyst at CBRE and is loving his job. Nicki spends her time playing with Owen and Nora, reading, crafting, and taking lots of pictures. Owen loves to read, sing, throw toys, and quote movies. Nora is growing quickly and loves to be the center of attention. We have a wonderful life!

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Thursday, March 10, 2011


Matt and I were talking about all the old Nickelodeon shows that we used to love. We found Global Guts (and the Aggro Crag!) on YouTube, as well as Legends of the Hidden Temple and Double Dare, and watched several episodes of each. Weren't those great shows? In honor of the Nickelodeon game shows, we decided to make some green slime (actually, it's more like the Gak that you could buy). We had tons of fun. Here's where we found the recipe:

It was actually really easy, and turned out really well. Owen LOVED it.

Emptying glue into the bowl.
Green food coloring!

Daddy helping out.

Stirring up the slime - almost there!
I didn't get any pictures of when the slime really started to come together - it works best if you stir with your hands, and my hands were busy. :) 
We're done! Look at our awesome slime!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

More Owen-isms

Owen is a nut. I have no idea where he comes up with some of this stuff. Many of the funny things he says are when we're riding in the car. All of a sudden, he'll just speak up with something hilarious.

From the backseat on a recent car ride:
Owen: Um, can we go home and have some bacon?
(I'm not sure he's ever had bacon - I have no idea how he knows what it is)

While protesting his drops for an earache:
Owen: No! No more sauce in my ear!

While driving with Matt in the car:
Me (to Matt): Oh, you forgot to put gel in your hair today.
Owen (from the backseat): There's jelly in MY hair!

While in the car again:
Owen: Mom, you're so glad.
Me: Why am I so glad?
Owen: Because it's time to be free.

Just as I started giving him a haircut, Owen started crying and said:
No! I'm not going to have any hair left!

At a restaurant just after the waitress had asked us how we were doing:
Owen: She has pretty earrings.
(Can you tell I've been training him?? :)

In the car, looking at a scratch on his finger:
Owen: Look at my little boobies! Kiss them!
(we're trying to get him to say "boo-boo" instead but have had no success)