Thursday, February 28, 2008
Just then, the baby bear takes over and sings a verse or two. The children really go wild when this happens. Moving, singing bears are a BIG HIT in this house.
The song they sing cracks me up. They are obviosly Northern Californian, Low-Carb, Vegetarian bears. Some of the lyrics incude..
"Look both ways when you cross the street"
"Button up you overcoat, when the wind is free"
"Eat an apple every day"
"Take the spoon out of your cup when you drink tea"
"Don't eat meat (eeewww)"
"Cut out the wheat (eeeww), or you'll get a pain and ruin your tum tum"
Only in Cali. Thanks, dad!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Ray has a little brother, Cee. Cee and Little Guy are close to the same age, and actually seems to play well together in their own toddler boy way. Cee body checks Little Guy, Little Guy pouts, Cee hugs him. Then Little Guy shoves Cee and Cee goes down, and Little Guys consoles him. It is interesting to watch, and I believe it is a strong indication of how the male human relates to other male humans, not just in toddlerhood, but throughout his life.
Today we are headed back up to their house for another playdate. It's great for me, too, because Ray and Cee's mom is a very cool chick who like to indulge in some well earned coffee talk. And we both like McDonalds. Kindred Spirits.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Husband said to me, have you soaked the plank. I said, What? No. I forgot.
Husband said, Where is a container large enough to soak the oak plank?
I said, try the bathtub.
Husband went outside and put said plank in the rainwater collecting container. Acid rain on the food. Delicious.
Husband then went on the internet to look up how long said oak plank needed to soak. As he did so, I browsed the parenting magazine from last month that has been lingering on the kitchen counter.
"Soak plank for....Tewnty..Four..Hours"
"24 hours!?!" I exclaim!
"Soak plank for at least Twenty MINUTES or up to Four Hours" husband retorts.
Talk about selective hearing.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
It was a glorious day.
"G's mom" D says, "I prefer BLACK olives, not green olives. Do you have any BLACK olives in the pantry?"
I was a bit surprised that a 3 year old would have such strong opinions on olives. As it turned out, I did have a can of black olives in the pantry and thus, all was well with the world.
Now, I make sure to stock the pantry with BLACK olives, just so we have some for when D comes over.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I had been wanting this movie for months now, as I am definitely a Harry Potter fan. Not a fanatic, mind you, just a fan. If I was a fanatic, I would surely have owned this by now.
After enjoying my coffee and packing G's lunch, I went on a search and destroy mission for a clean pair of pants. Remembering that I had some waiting for me in the dryer, I went to the laundry room to get dressed. As I was squeezing into the freshly dried jeans ( I should really stop drying my clothes in the dryer, I swear they shrink a half a size every time) I look up and see:
Now I AM a Gilmore Girls fanatic. For 7 years Tuesday nights were sacred, my time to hang out with the Girls and learn a little bit about pop culture from the bits and pieces mentioned during their witty banter. Those Girls had some great writers. Yay! My collection is complete!
Finally I am dressed, the kids are ready, all buckled safely in their carseats, when what do I find waiting for me on the front seat but the newest release of my favorite artist, Mr. Jack Johnson! It had stickers on it, too, but I couldn't wait to listen to the cd and thus the stickers are in the garbage with the rest of the wrapping. Jack is a very soothing guy, and the icing on the cake of my wonderfully surprising Valentine's Day morning.
Which brings me to my wonderful husband, the gift giver. He is always so thoughtful with his gift giving, it really astounds me sometimes. Sure, there was the crock pot birthday, when he got me a crock pot, a little dipper AND the Fix it and Forget It cookbook (I detest crock pots, too messy) and the Costco underwear one Valentine's Day (he was thinking quantity, less laundry for me to do,I suppose); but then there was last Valentine's Day when he got me an assortment of dark chocolates and every single gossipy rag mag available so I could have a day of complete indulgence. And there was that Mother's Day that he got me my very first diamond necklace...a solitare that he had special ordered just for me. And one year for the holidays he got me a suitcase (which I needed) and filled every pocket with a different gift. He really is quite good to me.
According to my friend Di, gift giving is his love language. Love language or not, I'll take it. I hope he knows how much I appreciate the thoughtfulness.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Me: "Ite? You want a vitamin?"
LG: "No! Iiiiite"
Me: "You want to play with G's kite? You know she'll get upset if you break it."
LG (pointing): "NO!! Iiiite. Andy."
Me:"Oooh! You want a bite of candy!"
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Rest assured, Mister Brown. You will pay.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
After depositing my oldest with her teachers for the morning, little guy and I proceeded to the polling place. It is confusing to vote here in my little town, as there is one particular street that is home to roughly 47 churches and one school, each of which serves a polling place. To make matters worse, they change the location of "your" polling place every few years so you are never sure which "vote here" sign to follow....was it the Baptist Church last time? The Lutheran? the second reform order of the democratic independent? Fiddlesticks.
Little guy and I decided to try the school first this time, and then make our rounds to the rest of the polling places, in case I was mistaken the first time...kind of like Trick Or Voting... Little guy was dressed for the occasion, in his Winnie the Pooh footed sleeper, his football hoodie and his sister's patent leather mary janes. He had originally donned her pink cowboy boots, but apparently they weren't sophisticated enough for the occasion.
Happily, the school was the correct polling place for us this time, and the line was short. Little guy even did the voting for me, the newfangled touch screen technology making it so easy to vote, even a toddler can do it. As we said our good byes to the polling enforcers, the man at the door gave us our very peachy "I'm a Georgia Voter" stickers so we could show the world what dutiful citizens we really are. Little man ate his before we got to the car.
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