Monday, November 26, 2007

Later that Day...

M: Mom, hair is not made from bones. It's just string-y stuff.

Me: Right.

M: Mr. Ross doesn't have any hair. What happened to Mr. Ross's hair?

Me: It just fell out, I guess. That happens to some men.

M: Maybe a twister came by and it pulled all of his hair out. Maybe that's what happened.

One Little Letter

Sunday, November 25th, 2:00 pm, Michael's Arts & Crafts:

M: Mom, I really want to get that weasel for Christmas!

Me: WHAT?!

M: That weasel, right there!

Me: That's an EASEL...

Monday, November 19, 2007

G is now SIX!

...M's brain is jacked up. And C has three times as much thigh as H. Happy Thanksgiving!

She's 4 Years Old

Me: You've got a serious listening problem today. I JUST told you to stand right here and you immediately walked away!

M: I'm sorry Mom. My brain is just all jacked up today....

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I Couldn't Make This Stuff Up

On the way home from CCD last night, G informed me that some boy in his class pulled his hair.

G: I looked down and then he just pulled my hair!

Me: Did you tell him to stop?

G: Yes. And he did it again! He pulled my hair...pulled it right out of my freakin' brain!!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


On the way to school this morning, we were discussing Thanksgiving. The kids are doing Thanksgiving themes in class this week. They're making a pie or something at CCD tonight (not sure why...). So, I asked "what do you think we'll have to eat on Thanksgiving?"

G: Pumpkin pie. That's my favorite.

Me: What else do you think we might have?

G: Probably a dead turkey.

Monday, November 12, 2007

RPMs of Excitement

[Prefatory note: if I rev the engine on our Suburban to pass a car on the highway, my big kids crane to look at the RPM gauge (official name of this device is unknown to me) and always comment that I'm "going to 6!" Because 6 is the highest reading on the gauge.]

Today, M is going to a friend's house after dance class. She is very excited. She told me so after I picked her up from school.

M: I feel like I'm getting...super-excited to go to Leah's, Mom. I'm going all the way up to a 7 in my body, I'm so excited!

ETA: it's a tachometer...

Maybe They're Not as Bright as I First Thought...

In a developmental phenomenon which I cannot remember happening for the first two kids, the babies have now learned to stand up at the sides of the cribs - but have not figured out how to sit down from that position...which results in periods of frantic crying at naptime when they are stuck in a standing position (they'll stand up, thinking I'll come get them and let them skip their naps?). How do you not know how to just let go?

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Every So Often They Surprise You

M is almost 5, going on 15. She's very often a total diva, princess, attitudinal challenge. I truly have no idea how I am going to live with her as an adolescent.

But today? I picked her up from school and, as we drove towards G's school to pick him up, she said, out of the blue, apropros of nothing, "You know that blaster gun that G wants from that magazine? We should get that for him for his birthday. Because he really really wants it."

I was floored by her unsolicited kindness. And so, although I believed that I was finished with birthday presents, I will be venturing to Toys R Us to buy the blaster gun for M to give to G for his 6th birthday. Because she is sweet.

Saturday, November 3, 2007


I took all four kids to Toys R Us on Friday afternoon to get the hell out of the house/buy a birthday present for their father. All the way there and all the way home, we discussed that we couldn't tell Dad what we bought for him (Guitar Hero III). I felt like they really understood - although I almost certainly expected someone to tell him that we went to the toy store.

Anyway, upon arriving home from work, J looked through the pile of mail on the counter and grabbed a music store catalog. M was sitting at the counter eating her dinner.

J: Ooohh, look M! This catalog is full of lots of excellent gifts! [I believe he said this to be funny as a hint to me for birthday and Christmas.]

M: Oh Dad! We got you your favorite video game for your birthday!

Me: You've got to be kidding...

G: M, it was a secret. [pause] Can I tell him what it is now Mom?

Friday, November 2, 2007

We May Have Problems with 10th Grade Anatomy & Physiology

M: And, here, on your eye? This is called a pimple.

G: No. You mean "pupil."

M: Oh yeah. Pupil. Right.