Friday, November 14, 2008
Nick: Meck! (saying 'milk' but pointing to the toaster)
Nick: Meck! (still pointing to the toaster...)
Me: You want milk?
Nick: YEA!!!!!!!! (Big grin...hands me his empty cup)
Me: (Whatever kid. Why are pointing at the toaster?) Here's your milk (pouring milk into his cup)
Me: Do you want white milk or chocolate milk.?
Me: Chocolate milk it is.
Me: Chocolate milk...here you go.
Nick: YEa!!! More....or ......wess? More.....or.....wess? More or wess. More or wess.
Now where did he learn more or less? Probably the same place he learned octogon, diamond, and quattro, cinco, seis. Gotta love NOGGIN!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Anyway, he's gotten up a few times with a totally dry diaper, so Saturday when he got up I sat him on the potty to see if anything would happen. We've done this before, and usually it just results in him rapidly flushing the toilet over and over, or something else equally unproductive.
Well, SATURDAY, I sat him down and he just went.
Yea! Good job Nick, you're a big boy now (blah, blah, blah...you get the idea).
Sunday I sat him up there,
and he looks down and says.... "Here it comes!"
and sure enough, here comes the peepee.
Yea! Yea! Good job Nick, you're a big boy now (blah, blah, blah...you get the idea).
Did you notice I said Saturday and Sunday, and today is Thursday? Yeah. That would be because we haven't managed anything more since the weekend. I just get the pre-recorded message: "Um, Mom-mom? It's not working!"
I told you Potty training is a pain in the you-know-what!
Friday, November 7, 2008
So, Nick, the little smarty pants, picks up on the word crying, and starts boo-hooing,
Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, I'm Crrrryyyyyyiiiiinnnnnngggg!
He was working it so hard, and telling us he was crying at the same time, just in case we weren't getting it. It was HILARIOUS. I went from tired and grumpy to laughing my butt off in about a half a second. And as soon as Ethan realized what Nick was saying, he was laughing hysterically too. It was sooo funny....
Well, as soon as Nick realized we were laughing at him, instead of giving in, the tears stopped. Like a water faucet being turned off. You could almost see him thinking:
Hmmm.....that's not working.
I'll try my old standby......
"I'm scared.....there's mon-hurs (monsters). I'm scared.....there's mon-hurs."
Which didn't work either, but at least he wasn't screaming anymore!
So, he's very verbal, and I love understanding him when I couldn't understand Ethan at this age. But there is one thing that he has said for a LONG time (maybe 6 or 8 months?) that none of us could ever figure out. Whenever he didn't have something work the way he wanted, or he was mildly upset by something,
he would say, "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!" and throw his hands up in the air.
He's still saying it.
And we will ask, what is that? What are you trying to say?
What do you want?"
No clue what that might mean. It's EXACTLy the same everytime though, so it must mean SOMETHING to him.
Well, at lunch the other day, the lightbulb came on (and he said it a little more clearly so that I finally GOT it!) He's saying, with his hands up in the air, "I don't know what to DO!".
As in, my crayon just dropped behind the booth seat and I can't get it out! "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
As in, I dropped my drink and can't reach it "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
As in, I can't find my binky "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
It is so cute and sweet now that I know what he is saying! "Ta-da-da-da-da DOooooooooo!"
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I missed the whole month of September. Got to do better than that.
So, here's the latest funnies:
Ethan: Mom, how much days are we going to be at Hawaii?
Me: 8 days.
E: EIGHT days?????????
Me: Yep, Tuesday, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun, Mon, Tues....8 days.
E: Eight days! Whew! I don't like octopuses!!!
And then there was yesterday, when I said the wedding was in 10 days, and he told me "We better get there on the NINTH day, so we don't miss it!!"
And Nick, from the backseat of the truck in the drivethru:
Nick (yelling): umm.......a TACO!!....um.....DRINK!!!!!.....Um...TACO!!!
Man at the window: Do you need any sauce with that?
Nick: Um..........Need SAUCE???????? TACO!!!!!!!!!
And today on his "cell phone"
Nick: Hello?........yeah..........hang on................gotta run............BYE!!! Hello? Hang on. Bye..............Hello???????????? HANG ON!!!............Bye!
It is so much fun to watch and listen to them!!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Nana asked us to water her plants for her in early July when she was out of town. We headed over there one day, and while watering the herbs, I realized that they were being destroyed. Something had eaten almost the entire LARGE bunch of parsley! Oh-no!!
Wait......what is that? Oh man....it's covered in caterpillars! They've eaten everything but a few stalks, leaving only a few nubs behind. Man, Nana is going to be bent! Okay, how do I salvage this? Gotta get rid of the caterpillars. Hmm...not about to TOUCH them! Have to go inside and figure out what I can use to get rid of them.
So, I walk into the kitchen, find some scissors, and go back outside, right about the time the cartoon-ish light bulb goes off over my head. CATERPILLARS!!! Caterpillars turn into butterflies!! How cool would that be?
I go rushing back into the house, calling for Ethan, looking for the boys bug hunting enclosure to put the caterpillars in. Ethan is running around following me, "What? What? What? What mom, What? What do you need that for?"
I take him outside, and show him the caterpillars destroying Nana's plants, and tell him we're going to take them off and take them home and see what happens. "COOL!!!!!!!!" (Boys are so much fun!)
We harvest 9 caterpillars from the parsley plant, along with a few sprigs of parsley that they haven't eaten yet. Toss them gently in the bug collector, and head home to drop them off. Can't leave them in the truck in the heat while we go play, so we leave them on the kitchen table and go out to meet friends for playgroup.
When we come back a few hours later:
Ethan: (rushing to check on them...) oh COOL!!! They're POOPING!!!!!!!!
Me: No they're not. Why does everything have to be about poop?
Ethan: Yes they are. They're pooping A LOT!!
Me: Show me. I don't think they're pooping....we just got them in there.
Well, sure enough, then entire enclosure thing was covered with disgusting green caterpillar poop. It was everywhere. It was amazing. I've never seen so much poop from such little creatures in such short time! GROSS. I didn't plan on having a box of caterpillar poop in my kitchen, but now we're committed so it's too late.
We do some research on the internet, figure out we think they are Anise Swallowtail Butterfly Caterpillars. Well, that's a relief. I wasn't even sure if they were the kind to turn into butterflies or not! They love parsley (go figure) and fennel, according to the internet, so we get them some from the store and load up the enclosure.
We watch them for a few days, cleaning it out and putting in new food, amazed at how much they eat and poop. Eventually they quit moving. They're not dead, but they're not moving. Then all of a sudden they are all wrapped up and attached to the wall or ceiling. Of the nine, we had 2 make it that far. The others died for whatever reason. But we had a green chrysalis, and a brown chrysalis. (Chrysalis is for butterflies, Cocoon is for moths....Ethan will tell you if you get it wrong!) We watched, and watched, and watched. Then we watched some more. Nothing. Rats. I was starting to think this was going to work.
Then all of a sudden, there's a butterfly in there flapping around! LOOK!!! IT WORKED!!! ETHAN HURRY AND COME SEE!! YOU'VE GOT A BUTTERFLY!!
We had a butterfly enclosure all ready to go, just made out of some netting, so we put the butterfly in there and watched it for a few minutes. Actually we kept it in there for a few hours until Daddy and Grandma and Papa could see it.
Then we let it go outside and watched it fly up to the trees. It was really cool! Nicholas waved and said "Bye bye...." So cute.
A few days later, the other one came out too, and we had a second beautiful butterfly. Then we realized that these are more black than the anise swallowtail, and after some more research we've figured out that it is a Black Swallowtail. Totally cool summer fun! More about Black Swallowtails here...
Sunday, August 10, 2008
E: Mom, does this say, "The sun is springing in may"?
Me:What? Here, let me read it. It says, "The star of riches is shining on you this month." Good try reading it yourself though!
E: Oh. What does it say again?
Me: It says, "The star of riches is shining on you this month."
E: Huh??? What star? (Trying to crane his neck around to look at his own back...) Is it really shining on me?
Me: The star of riches. Yep, it says it's really shining on you. (I'm laughing at him already... He's not happy about this star imposing on him and shining on him without his permission!!)
E: No way. (Walks out of the room...)
15 minutes later...
E: (Walking back into the room...) It's not shining on me anymore!!
I got it off of me! (He's wearing a different shirt...)
Here (hands me the fortune again....)
What does it say now?
Me: It still says, "The star of riches is shining on you this month."
24 hours later...
Ethan walks up to me, hands me a teeny, tiny scrap of paper folded into a million folds. It's maybe the size of an un-popped kernel of popcorn.
E: Here....this is your note....and it's not mine!! (He then sticks fingers in both ears, with this weird look on his face....He's looking at me like the coyote looks at the roadrunner when he's just given him a box full of TNT... Like the paper is going to EXPLODE when I unfold it....)
Me:What is it?
E: Just open it! (Fingers still in ears, bracing for an explosion....)
Me: (Unfolding the note....then laughing my butt off when I realize it's the same fortune from last night!)
E: HA HA!!!!! (Very sneakily Victorious!) NOW it's YOURS!~
Me: Now it's my fortune and not yours anymore? You crack me up!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Well, here's a happy one to make up for it....
Those are my two cutie boys! They like to lay together in Ethan's bed at night and watch TV together for a little bit. It started out lasting a total of maybe 5 seconds, before Nick would get up and go running around. It's slowly lasting a little longer every night. They've gone for more than 1/2 hour a few times! It's so cute, and it makes them both SO happy!
So, last night they did it again, and after awhile, I went in and put Nick back in his crib so they could both go to sleep. I told Ethan I'd be back in a bit to lay with him (he's been sick...). When I do head back in there, Ethan is fast asleep already. Hooray! Now, normally, I would sneak my butt right back to my own bed, and leave him alone if I found him asleep. But, since he's been sick, I've been sleeping with him so I can help him if he needs it in the middle of the night. I won't go into TMI about why. You can probably figure it out.
Anyway, I crawl in his bed with him, and when I move the covers a little bit, he bolts up to sitting, and starts waving his arms, trying to hold me back on the bed, and yelling, "It's okay....It's Okay....It's OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!"
I guess he must have been half asleep when I put Nicko back in the crib. Ethan thought I was Nicholas, and I was trying to get out of bed! What a good big brother, right? He wakes up from a deep sleep trying to protect his little brother? What a good kid!
Here they are again (this is morning, which is why they're so awake!)
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Here's a small sampling of my evening:
Me: Bring me whatever you're playing with in there that is not supposed to be in your room.
Ethan: (brings out two orange soccer cones)
Me: Now go to bed.
Nick from the crib: Mommy! MOMMMMY!!! Mommy! MOMMMY!!!!!
Ethan: (throws the cones in the corner behind the rocker)
Nick from the crib: Mommy! MOMMMMY!!! Mommy! MOMMMY!!!!!
Me: That's not where those go. Just GO TO BED!
Ethan: You mean until I'm....
Me: Until you're twenty.
Ethan: Nuh-uh. You forgot about school.
Me: Too bad.
Ethan: (to dad): Dad! You almost got in trouble!
Me: Really? Are you SERIOUS?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
That sounds like he's sucking on a water bottle lid...
Me: What are you eating?
Ethan: CAN- (suck/clack/suck)-DY
Me: Oh. Good.
Ethan: NOT a dead rat!
Me: Mmmm-hmm. (Not paying attention now that it's not a danger issue...)
Me: WAIT! What did you just say? Did you just say you weren't eating a dead rat?
Ethan: Yeah, because that would be disgusting, right? Yuck.
Where does this come from? I have no idea. Truly.
Today, as it's pouring rain, Ethan says: I knowed that it was going to rain today.
Me: You did?
Ethan: Yep. I knowed it yesterday, even before it started to rain!
Me: Really? (We had like a less than 20% chance for tomorrow, none for today, and it was 105 and sunny all day.) How did you know?
Ethan: My brain just knowed it. Sometimes brains do that.
Nicholas is now working hard to keep me laughing too. Besides counting all day long, and pointing out numbers and letters everywhere we go, he's into colors. So I pointed to his yellow striped shirt yesterday and asked, "What color is this?"
Nick: Dis is BOO!
Me: laughing....no, this is YELLOW!
Nick: Dis is BOO!
We did this all day. I'd ask,"What color is this?"
Nick: Dis is BOO!
Me: laughing....no, this is YELLOW!
Nick: Dis is BOO!
Over and over, always the same answer. (And very proud of it he was!)
Today, pointing to a BLUE shirt, I ask,
What color is this?
Nick: Big grin.....Dis is yeyow!!
I LOVE THESE BOYS! Life is never boring!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Ethan has been ready for school to start since last week.
He was begging for it.
I went to the library and got a bunch of math and reading stuff for him.
That helps a little.
We got to the pool, or to play with friends everyday.
That helps a little.
We have quiet time every after noon while Nick naps.
That helps a little.
Then, there are times like right now, where I just think, "IS IT AUGUST 25th YET?????"
Ethan, pulling out a Dublin Dr.Pepper for his afternoon treat, walks by me to go pop the top off the old fashioned glass botttle.
As he goes by he says: Ilikebasettbarryceptnotforlunch.....
Me: ???? What?
Ethan: Ilikebasketberryceptnotforlunch..... (Duh, mom!)
Me: What????????????? I still couldn't understand you!
Ethan: I.....LIKE.....BASKET....BERRY.....'CEPT.....NOT......FOR.......LUNCH!! (Jeez, mom, aren't you listening?)
Me: Uh-huh. (so I heard it right, but it wasn't supposed to make any sense?)
Ethan: Yeah, you know like basketball, but it's basketberry, 'cause they don't have basketballs, they only have berries. Just not for lunch.
Me: IS IT AUGUST 25th YET????
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Anyway, little brother, just turned 2 in May, is on the road to being "the sequel". Not only did he stand up last month at playgroup and count flawlessly and spontaneously from 1 to 10 in front of a bunch of moms whose jaws dropped open, but last weekend we were driving around and after Ethan counted from 1 up to 12, Nick added on to the end and yelled, "Thirteen!!!" Needless to say I was the one with my jaw hanging open after that!
Little math guy also has his shapes down already, as he was running over the colorful cut out squares, circles, and triangles at the video store. He's run full speed down the aisle and as his foot touched a shape he'd yell out the name: "Circle!! Triangle!! Square!!" and he was getting them all right too!
I guess I'll have to start calling them the "Math brothers" !!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
After about 10 minutes of silence, more or less, Nicholas jumps up in his crib next to Papa and yells, "Gotcha!!". And Papa just about jumped through the roof!
It was hysterical! What 2 year old plans that kind of thing? Or at least DOES that kind of thing? We were all laughing so hard that he did that and actually scared Papa!
He's definitely Ethan's little brother!
Ethan is in the bathroom across from me, and he's sitting there with the door wide open while he poops. Now, the kid won't get dressed in front of anybody anymore, "Don't look at my Butthole!" he says...or "Don't look at my ding-ding (penis)", but it's okay to poop with the door open. I don't get it.
Anyway, he's trying to convince me to come in and help him wipe because his poop is gross. That's what he said. To which I replied, "ALL poop is gross. Wipe your own butt."
Ethan: MOM!!!!!!! All poop is not gross! You don't have poop because you're a girl! Girls don't have ding-dings OR butts! So you don't have poop! Duh. You don't have ding-dings or butts!!!!!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Just now, we were watching it, and they were showing cows getting milked, etc. I was explaining to him how farmers used to milk the cows by hand one at a time, instead of the automated way they have it now where machines do it, and the cows themselves choose when to come in to be milked.
His comment after this?
"Uh-huh. And the udders are like their ding dings, right? (His word for penis...but he was embarrassed when I said no they were boobies. Go figure....) And, Mom, you know in the old, LONG, days? Mountain Dew used to come in a huge square bottle like this! (He draws a rectangle in the air about a foot wide). It was REALLY big."
I managed to not laugh, but I did hop up to go blog it before I forgot!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
How many times as a kid did you say that? Brings back memories, doesn't it?
Well, I heard it again tonight in the truck on the way home. We were in the driveway at my mom and dad's after dropping mom off. Ethan was swinging/spinning this large remote control car around by the wheels. It's going around and around and around, and I can just see it flying out of his hands and breaking his nose. I tell him that, and explain why I'm asking him to stop so he won't get hurt.
Ethan: Huh! YOU'RE not the boss of me!!
Me: (Oh, buddy, that was NOT the right thing to say to me or the right tone to say it in!) Oh really? I sure AM the boss of you! I'm your MOTHER!
Ethan: Uh-uh. You're not the boss of me. GOD is the boss of me!
Me: (Crap. How do you argue with that?) Well...You're right, that's true.
Me: But you know what? God is the boss of you and he put me in charge of taking care of you!
(Ha! Got the last word after all! And it actually worked and stopped the argument.... Amazing.)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Just now, Ethan missed a joke on one of his kids shows, so when he came back in the room, I told him he'd missed a good joke.
Ethan: What was it?
Me: Why did the chicken cross the playground?
Ethan: Because he was dead.
I am now laughing my butt off, because when we were kids, my brother, a.k.a. Uncle Aaron, used to go around saying 'Why did the chicken cross the road?........To get DEAD!' It's a family joke now that will never be forgotten. Anytime anyone says why did the chicken cross the road? we all say: To get dead!
So, for Ethan, who doesn't know about this, to answer similarly 'Because he was dead' just cracks me up! For other Ethan/Aaron eery similarities (beside that I'm always mixing up their names!) check out this post and this post from a few months back.
Back to the real joke,
Why did the chicken cross the playground?
I tell Ethan the punchline: To get to the other SLIDE!
He looks at me like I'm stupid and says: That's not a good joke. That isn't even funny!
Can't win around here. LOL.
Ethan: Now THIS is a funny joke:
What does a bee do when he gets married?
He gots his own HONEY!!!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Ethan: Mom!!! What is THREE plus TWO.... (I capitalize here because he puts heavy emphasis on this as if they are HUGE numbers....)
Ethan: Here's a WAY hard one. What is Three MINUS Two?
Ethan: (Majorly impressed!): HO!! (Slaps himself in the head!)
So, after a couple of hours of VERY peaceful napping with just an occasional snore, Ethan woke up crying. Out of nowhere.
He wakes up.
He says, "Can I have a mango or I can't??"
Me: You want a mango??????? (What??? Where the heck did that come from? Who dreams about being denied a mango???)
Ethan: (Lip quivering, still crying:) I just want a mango.
Me: You're crying because you want a mango?
Ethan: (Barely holding back the tears....little tiny SAD voice....)Yes. Just can I have a mango or I can't?
Me: We can buy one at the store next time. No problem. Were you dreaming about wanting a mango?
Ethan: No. (Still crying.... )I just want a mango!!
Me: Um....okay. Well we'll put it on our list. Does that make it better?
Ethan: (Lip quivering....trying not to cry.....saddest face you've EVER seen....:)Uh-huh.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
It's the end of a LONG day. After seeing the bed completely torn apart, with everything on the floor, and the mattress half off the bedframe, I asked Ethan to pick up the blankets and put the bed back together. Sometime in the next 30 minutes before dinner.
MELTDOWN. I mean LEVEL 12, MAJOR MELTDOWN.
"YOU'RE THE BADDEST MOMMY IN THE WHOLE WORLD FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Happy Mother's Day to me.
And.....on a happier note:
I received this in an email from another Mom friend today...
Which makes me cry whenever I read it:
A baby asked God, 'They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,
but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?'
God said, 'Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you'
The child further inquired, 'But tell me, here in heaven I don't have
to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.'
God said, 'Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you.
And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy.'
Again the child asked, 'And how am I going to be able to understand
when people talk to me if I don' t know the language?'
God said, 'Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words
you will ever hear, and with much patience and care,
your angel will teach you how to speak.'
'And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?'
God said, 'Your angel will place your hands together and
will teach you how to pray.'
'Who will protect me?'
God said, 'Your angel will defend you even if it means
risking its life.'
'But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.'
God said, 'Your angel will always talk to you about Me and
will teach you the way to come back to Me,
even though I will always be next to you.'
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices
from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked,
'God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.'
God said, 'You will simply call her, ' Mom'
Oh, and I did just get an apology from Mr. Meltdown:
"Mom, I'm sorry I called you the baddest Mommy
in the whole world. I just want you to be the
goodest Mommy in the world."
(But I'm still not cleaning up your mess for you!) :)
Monday, May 5, 2008
Little Nicholas prepared for his big day today by going to bed at 1 o'clock yesterday.
Wow, you say, that's late for a one-almost-two-year old? No. I mean ONE in the AFTERNOON! That's right. He went to bed at 1pm for a nap, and woke up THE NEXT MORNING at 8 am. Now, I can't guarantee that he wasn't awake at some point in between, but he was sure asleep every time I checked in on him, and if he woke up in the night he was quiet enough that I couldn't hear it even with the baby monitor cranked up way louder than usual. Gotta get some sleep and prepare for the big day, you know. When was the last time YOU took a 19 hour nap? Yeah, me either. Sounds good though, doesn't it?
Of course, being two, he doesn't know it's his birthday, and didn't understand any of it. But he was pretty pleasantly surprised when a routine shopping trip to Albertson's netted him a donut, a Blue's Clues balloon "oh wow!" and not one but TWO large bouncy playground balls! "Oh yea! Oh boy!" Then all his friends came over to play in the backyard, we had cinco de mayo tortillas and cheese for snacks, ANOTHER nap!, and dinner with daddy and the cousins....pizza....Nick's favorite! All that, and still the family party to come on Saturday. Grandma is making the cake of course. It's a 'surprise', since Ethan couldn't figure out what to pick for Nick to have as his cake. It's going to be cool, I'm sure!
Then at the end of the day, a card in the mail from Papa Doc made him smile one last time before bed! Open closed. Look at the rubber duck. Open it. Close it. "Cool!!" He just loved that duck on the cover! It's always the little things that they love the most! :)
Happy Birthday Nickers!
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Me: Okay. Just tell me. You don't have to say 'I need to tell you something' first. Just tell me.
Ethan: OK. I need to tell you something.
Me: (I give up.) What?
Ethan: Numbers don't have arms or legs or hands or feet or toes!!
Ethan: Yep, they really don't!!!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Picture chubby cheeks (it just took me five tries to spell that...what is WRONG with me?)...
Anyway, picture chubby cheecks, face covered in chocolate chip cookie crumbs, and little baby voice...
Nick: Hmmmmmmmmmm...... .(Tapping his chin with his index finger JUST like Ethan)
and then (as of the LIGHT BULB went off...) I KNOW!!!!!
Hmmmmmmmm........I know!! Hmmmmmmmmm.......I know!!! Hmmmmmmmm I know!!!
He's totally cracking me up!!
Dear Mrs. Thompson,
You are the GOODEST teacher in the whole world. You have lots of PAPERWORK for your students. You are a HAPPY person, and you are FUN to be around. If you were in a talent contest, you would win first prize because your best talent is TELLING STORIES.
I think you are the most awesome teacher because
YOU TEACH ME MATH!!!
Did I mention that he sat at the table yesterday and CHOSE to do 18 pages in a subtraction workbook? Please, mom, please can I do some math work? PLEASE!!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Thankfully, I guess since I was expecting the worst, everything went smoothly. Even when we had to wait in line at the tax office for the new license plates on the truck. Wow. That was NiCE! The lady even said how nice they were and gave them each a "s-u-c-k-e-r". Yes, she spelled it for me when asking if it was okay. I think I stared at her for about 10 seconds before my brain caught up with her and went, "oh, yeah! a SUCKER. They'd love one. Thanks!" Duh. I miss my brain. I truly do!
Anyway, the next stop was the movie theatre to buy summer kids passes for $5 which get you in to TEN different movies all summer. Ten movies for $5? You can't even go to one movie for $5. I had bought one for each of us, but then I was rethinking it, and so I was going back for a couple of extras for bringing someone with us. Again, things went smoothly, and we had a pleasant walk in the sunshine over to the other side of the shopping mall. It's outdoors. It's huge. But the day was really nice, and it just wasn't worth parking and carseats and all that again, so we walked.
On the way back, I overheard this lady passing us. She was talking to another lady. I don't know if it was her mother, her sister, her friend, or what. This is what she was saying:
"If I died today...."
(okay, I'm thinking, that sounds interesting...)
"If I died today the thing I would remember about you...."
(Oh, that's sweet. What would she remember?)
"If I died today, the thing I would remember about you would be that sour puckered up look on your face."
(What? Who says something like that? That's not at all where I thought she was going with that sentence!!)
Besides, if she died today, she wouldn't remember ANYTHING!! She'd be DEAD!!
Weird. Just weird.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
kicking the covers,
drumming on his stomach,
conducting music in the air,
making weird noises, etc.
All of a sudden, he turns to me and says,
"Mom, what does shoulder mean?"
ME: This is your shoulder. (Pointing to my shoulder)
He then proceeds to start singing to himself:
Head.....shoulders......knees and toes....knees and toes.....
And of course he's doing the motions too, touching his head, his shoulders, etc. Except he was singing faster than he could keep up with the right motion to the right body part with the right words. IT WAS HILARIOUS. It was so hard for me to not fall off the bed laughing hysterically, but I somehow managed to keep quiet and just watch. Since I don't have a video, here's the replay:
Ethan singing slowly:
Head (touches head with right hand)
Shoulders (crosses all the way over his own body and touches the shoulder on the far side)
Knees (touches his knees)
and toes (touches his foot)
Knees (touches his knees)
and toes (touches his far shoulder)
Singing a little faster:
Head (touches head)
Shoulders (crosses all the way over his own body and touches the shoulder on the far side)
Knees ( touching knees)
and toes (touches toes)
Knees (touches shoulder)
and toes (touches head)
And faster still:
shoulders (Far shoulder)
and toes (toes)
and toes (knees)
and toes (toes)
and toes (head)
So, he's singing head, shoulders, knees & toes, but he's TOUCHING:
head, knees, shoulder, toes, shoulder, head!!
Then he rolls over, pulls up the covers, and says,
"Mom, I know what a wedding looks like, but I've never been to a wedding."
Uh-huh. 'cause that's EXACTLY what I'd be thinking .5 seconds after I finished five verses of Head, shoulders, knees and toes!!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Joe said, "I'll be SHOCKED if he eats that."
I said, "Watch and see!"
Okay, back up a bit and let me tell you that Ethan needed some allergy medicine because his "nose has buggers in it" which means it's running and itching and driving him crazy. Joe, however, asked him if he wanted some allergy medicine.
Joe: Want mom to mix it in some root beer for you? (He was trying to be so helpful!)
Me: (Crap, now I can't mix it in the root beer, since he probably won't even go near a root beer now even without medicine in it!)
So, I'm starting to fix a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Ethan, and I think....hmmm...that allergy medicine is grape flavored. It's clear. I wonder if I can sneak it in the sandwich with the jelly? So, I did. And it worked!! At least until the liquid starting spilling over the sides of the bread, and dripping out the middle. Yeah, nothing suspicious about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that is dripping clear liquid out the middle, right? I hold up the sandwich....drip drip drip. Put it down. Laugh. Listen to Joe say how disgusting that is and how crazy I am to try that.
Then I think, "What the hell." I pull out a new plate that doesn't have allergy medicine dripped all over it. Cut the sandwich into dinosaur halves. Yes, I cut his sandwiches into dinosaurs. It's a $1.50 cutter that I got at walmart that is worth it's weight in gold. They love it, even though the blobs that come out don't look like dinosaurs to me! ) Hand the dino sandwich to Ethan with a glass of milk. The result? 3 minutes later...an empty plate! WOO-HOO!!
Me: Ethan, show daddy your plate!!
Ethan: Look dad, I ate all my dinner!
Joe: Your mom is crazy.
Me: Ethan you know what? I just gave you your allergy medicine!
Ethan: What? No you didn't.
Me: Yep. I waved my magic wand and got the medicine in you!
Ethan: That's not real.
Me: I used my magic mommy wand!
Ethan: The one that's invisible? I NEVER see that one!!!
Hey, I try really hard not to lie to my kids, but sometimes you need to keep a few secrets (for now) and use a little mommy's magic wand!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
ETHAN made this with his Lego Mosaics:
(I call it Pinoccchio Penguin)
and this is his other version: "Alien Penguin"
And this is Ethan playing his new, most FAVORITE game ever. Spongebob? No. Dora? No. Thomas the Train? No. Not my kid. HIS favorite game is a bunch of math problems called "Math Missions!". His teacher was cracking up that I ordered it from the bookorder and she knew he was so excited about it! (That's her solution whenever he gets upset about something. Just pull out some math and he's instantly happy!)
And finally, I didn't get a picture of this because Joe had to take the camera to work, but when Ethan pulled out his T-shirt and shorts last night to wear to school today, this is what he picked out:
On top, a LONG SLEEVE (it's 85 and MUGGY here) olive green t-shirt that is small enough that the sleeves only come to his elbows. On the bottom (this is the hysterical part) : A pair of bright green and blue PLAID BOXER SHORTS that he pulled out of his underwear drawer instead of his shorts drawer.
You know, it crossed my mind to let him wear that (at least long enough to take a picture!) but then I decided I'm not THAT mean a mommy! He's going to be humiliated enough by this blog when he's 15. I can spare him one humiliating photo. (But I still BLOGGED it!! ) LOL...
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Me: You mean lots of brothers and sisters?
Ethan: Yeah!!! I wish we had twenty hundred kids! THAT would be AWESOME!!"
Me: (Feeling faint at just the thought!)
Ethan: Mom, mom!! I know what we can call him?
Me: Huh? Call what?
Ethan: I know what we can call HIM!!
Ethan: You know, if you have another one, and it comes out of your tummy?
Me: (Like Alien?) You mean another baby?
Ethan: Yeah!! I know what we can call him. Cause we can call him anything we want, right?
Me: Yes, we could call him anything we want. (But we're not, 'cause we're DONE!!) What do you want to call it?
Ethan: Ankle-0-saur!!!!!!!!! That's would be awesome!!
Me: (Um, yeah. And that would prove my point that I'd have no brain left if I had another baby. What's your child's name, ma'am? Ankle-o-saur Acker? Um, I don't think I heard you right. Could you say that again?)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Anyhow, this is the new place to read all about their hilarity and adventures. The title, i LOVE you, but you're driving me CRAZY!! is something that I say to EB occasionally when he is just driving me nuts and I have to somehow tell him so I don't have to yell at him!
"I LOVE you.................................
Then we both laugh and feel better. It's actually been quite awhile since I've said that to him. A couple of weeks ago we were at the store trying to shop in the middle of the afternoon (BAD IDEA....DON'T go to the store with kids in the afternoon. BAAAAADDDDD Idea!! You'd think I'd learn this as many times as I've told myself this, but I continue to torture myself.)
Anyway, little Nick had decided that it was a GREAT time to practice screeching in this high-pitched, better-than-any-girl-could-ever-do scream. ALL THROUGH THE STORE. It was awful, and it was making Ethan and I cringe.
Ethan looks up at me and says,
"Mom, I know what you're going to say to Nick!"
Me: "Huh? What do you mean you know what I'm going to say to Nick?"
Ethan: "You're going to say I LOVE you...........BUTYOUREDRIVINGME CRAZY!!!!"
April 1, 2008 - Tuesday
Ethan comes up to me and tells me that he knows why he’s been getting scared at night in his room.
March 28, 2008 - Friday
I know why it rains....
Sometimes the best stuff comes out of Ethan’s mouth as we’re laying in bed trying to get him to go to sleep.
March 27, 2008 - Thursday
I overheard this last night while I was in the garage trying to fix the sprinkler timer which keeps freaking out and turning itself back on with six hour run time. Grrr...
March 12, 2008 - Wednesday
Ethan: Even I know karate! I took karate classes and learned how.
March 9, 2008 - Sunday
In my eye!!
Ethan: Hey mom, I need to tell you somefin.
March 8, 2008 - Saturday
Again with the TRex....
Again today we had a conversation abou the T-Rex that lives at Ethan's farm and apparently does all the cooking.
March 7, 2008 - Friday
I’m making spiced cake...
Ethan is playing his new Ratatouille video game on his leapster.
If I were you.....
Yesterday, we were getting ready to go pick up Ethan from school, and we were getting Nick dressed and ready to go. I had Nick up on my hip, and I was looking in the playroom for his shoes. Nick looks down, see a shoe, and looks back at me and said, "shoe, shoe mama?" I love that he's really talking now!
His other thing since this weekend is all about his new favorite show....Blue's clues.
Nick: A kwoo, a kwoo!!
Me, Daddy or Ethan: A clue?
Nick: (looking around)Way-yah?? ('Where?' in his baby boston accent)
Nick: (pointing) THERE!!
Repeat endlessly all day long in between outbursts of :
kwa, kwa, kwa, kwa (quack quack quack)
Twickle, twickle stah, (Twinkle twinkle little star....)
how i wubba what wa wa
Twickle twickle stah!! (Again, in the baby boston accent....)
As for Ethan...
Ethan: Mom, you're sick?
Me: Yeah. I have a cold.
Ethan: Mom, if I were you............. I wouldn't be sick!
Me: (Hmmm....yeah if it were only that easy!!)
March 6, 2008 - Thursday
6 years ago
Yesterday was Ethan's birthday. We got up extra early and went out to breakfast before we dropped him off at school. While I was helping him get dressed, this was our conversation:
OLD myspace comment:
Ha! that so cute. I often forgot-ted that my mom wasn't a mom at some point. so weird.
anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ETHAN!!!!
February 28, 2008 - Thursday
Me: We're having giant pizza rolls for lunch.
picture of Ethan with his Valentine stuff):
Joe: Who the hell is THAT??
February 23, 2008 - Saturday
Chicken little practice
I was informed this morning that today I needed to do my Chicken Little practice, so I could play videos with Ethan. Once I sat down with him to do my "practice" this is what happened:
(Note the guitar playing fingers and headbanging during the opening song....)
Me: (You mean for the whole 90 seconds I was out of sight?) I was on the moon.
Ethan: Which room was you in?
Me: I was on the MOON.
Ethan: Oh. How'd you get down here so quickly? (Not disbelief, not laughter, not why were you on the moon, not you're crazy mom, just... how'd you get back so fast?)
Me: How do you think I got back down here?
Ethan: A rocketship?
Ethan: A airplane?
Ethan: An umbrella??
Me: Yep, I came back on an umbrella.
Ethan: That's how you got here so fast, on an umbrella???
Ethan: Huh. THAT's weird!
OLD Myspace comment:
oh yeah... that's weird part. love that kid.Posted by megan on February 23, 2008 - Saturday at 4:58 PM
February 22, 2008 - Friday
just a quickie
Okay, I'm really in the middle of cleaning the bathroom, and I really need to get that actually DONE, so this is just a quickie, and I'll post a LOT more later, BUT
February 17, 2008 - Sunday
You’re a genius...
Me: Tomorrow we might go to the park if it's nice out.
OLD myspace comment:
When I need a moment of laughter, I come to read your blog! Hilarious!!! I love it.Posted by Christina on February 21, 2008 - Thursday at 10:51 AM