Friday, May 30, 2008


M had a fever yesterday. She was really worn out - just lying around and napping for most of the day. At one point, she asked me what "hilarious" meant. I told her that it meant "really, really funny."

When J came home from work, he went up to tell her good night and she told him that, since she took her medicine (Motrin), her head wasn't hilarious anymore...

I asked her what that meant. She said "It felt very dizzy earlier. My head was hilarious."

Next up: explaining to her the difference between "funny - haha" and "funny - strange."


Conversation currently happening in my house:

M: After the babies wake up from their naps, I'm going to get my hair cut.

G: You need to tell the barber that you want your hair cut exactly like Velma's. 'Cause right now? It's like Daphne's.

Thursday, May 29, 2008


My daughter just said this to me:

Mom, when I go to the pool and then I have water in my ear? Well, when I empty out the water, I will forget everything I learned at school. So, you will need to call Sylvan and then I will know exactly what I learned at school.

Too many TV commercials? You think?!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Growing...or Not

G, all of six years old, asked his father this morning what channel the sports were on. And they proceeded to watch the baseball round-up on this morning's Sportscenter. Not Spongebob. Not Power Rangers (which he is not allowed to watch because it's annoying). Not Miss Spider or even Scooby Doo. Nope. ESPN.

On another note, M asked me yesterday if kids will still grow if they drink Coke. (After questioning my husband, he admitted that "maybe" he told her that drinking Coke would keep her from growing. Fear tactics, nice. I think I would have gone with "just not for kids" or "not good for your teeth" even.)

Monday, May 19, 2008

Young Love

One of my best friends has a 6 year old son named Henry. M is quite taken by him. And vice versa.

I discovered this envelope in our office the other day:

Maybe I should be appalled that my 5 year old is writing love letters. But I am so excited by her brilliant phonetic spelling of his name, it's ridiculous...

Friday, May 16, 2008

100 Pieces

Sometimes we gotta kick it old school...

100 pieces from Milton Bradley.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Being Little Has Its Advantages

Like, for example, fitting nicely into the cabinet underneath the television.

Monday, May 12, 2008

A Note from the Teacher

This came via email this afternoon:

Kate~Today M**** shared with us a new phrase she must have recently learned. :) She noticed that the schedule was different today. She goes, "So, we have circle AFTER we have PE!?!?" I said, "yep...that's how we have to do it today.". She goes, "Well, that's jacked up!" Needless to say, all the teachers were shocked...we had to leave the area because we were laughing. Awwww...that M****...always keeps us giggling.

I don't know why I didn't see this one coming...

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Live Blogging at its Most Exciting

I am sitting at my kitchen table - yelling these words in my own head. Because there are two plumbers and one VERY LOUD, BAD ASS DIAMOND BIT SAW CUTTING THE INCH AND A HALF GRANITE COUNTERTOPS. Getting ready to put in a new NEW NEW NEW NEW sink!!!!!

Why don't I leave the room, you may ask? Because my stomach is churning with the fear that something will go awry if I leave and I will end up having to replace my countertops in addition to my motherfucking sink.




And? Still Loud! My ears are ringing like I've been standing next to a speaker at a Rockshow. (That was a little shameless, I know. But they're playing the Brooksider on June 7 and a fundraiser on June 28th.)


I can't believe my babies are actually sleeping through this.


Cutting over. Now vacuuming.

I can't believe you're actually reading must be waiting for the money shot of the new sink. Just wait....


Update: sink and faucet in - not hooked up yet. Looks gooooooood.........


And - introducing the loveliest $2300 sink you'll ever see:

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Cultural Enlightenment

I took the big kids to a grocery store near church last night. Our church and this grocery are actually in the city - as opposed to the suburbs where we live. They had never been to this particular store before. I just knew it was going to be interesting...

The store sits in a diverse part of town - some working class poor of all ethnicities, lots of undergrad and grad students, some young professionals, artists and hipsters - you get the picture. Basically, it is everything that our lily-white suburban grocery is not.

The following recounts G's "conversations" with various people throughout the store:

"Hey, those are some cool tattoos!" (to a 20-something girl in produce with a full sleeve of tattoos on her left arm)

"Hey dude! Cool tattoos!" (to a wiry guy in baggy Dickies and a wife-beater t-shirt at the butcher counter)

"Hey! It's you, the tattoo girl again!" (to someone who was NOT, in fact, the produce department tattoo girl but had a full sleeve of tattoos on her left arm)

"Hey! Look! That guy looks like a superstar!" (about a black guy in the dairy aisle with a big gold chain and pendant and very shiny basketball shoes)

"Hey! Nice hair." (to a six year old black kid with a four inch afro in the frozen foods section)

M's only cultural observation was outside of the store, on our way into the parking lot:

"Why is there writing all over all the signs?"

Apparently, the suburbs lack graffiti in addition to tattoos and afros. And black guys with gold chains. We gotta get out more...