I had to take the boys with me this afternoon to run a few errands. We had two stops to make, and it was that afternoon time when either Ethan turns into a cranky pain-in-the-rear, or Nicholas starts just randomly high pitched screeching, or on my lucky days...BOTH.
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.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Head, shoulders, knees & toes....
Last night I was laying in bed with Ethan, trying to get him to go to sleep at a reasonable hour so he doesn't have black eyes from being so tired.
He's fidgety,
flopping around,
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)
Ethan: Oh.
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:
Head (head)
shoulders (Far shoulder)
Knees (knees)
and toes (toes)
Knees (shoulder)
and toes (knees)
Head (head)
shoulders(knees)
knees (shoulder)
and toes (toes)
Knees (shoulder)
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!!
He's fidgety,
flopping around,
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)
Ethan: Oh.
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:
Head (head)
shoulders (Far shoulder)
Knees (knees)
and toes (toes)
Knees (shoulder)
and toes (knees)
Head (head)
shoulders(knees)
knees (shoulder)
and toes (toes)
Knees (shoulder)
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
My latest concoction...
When I was a kid growing up, my friends and I used the bathroom in our basement to make all kinds of "concoctions". We used to mix everything under the sun together and just thought it was all so cool. I have no idea why that was such awesome fun, but it was. Anyway, tonight's dinner for E.B. brought that to mind.
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.
"NO!!!"
Joe: Want mom to mix it in some root beer for you? (He was trying to be so helpful!)
Ethan: NO!!!!!
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!
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.
"NO!!!"
Joe: Want mom to mix it in some root beer for you? (He was trying to be so helpful!)
Ethan: NO!!!!!
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
A picture's worth a thousand words...
Yesterday's "Nature Walk"...can't believe this is in the middle of the metroplex!
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...
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
I know what we can name it..
So, how do you know when you really need to step it up and lose some weight? When no less than SIX different people ask you in one week if you're planning on having a third one. Even Ethan is in on it, telling me about five times that he wishes we had lots of kids.
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!)
And later:
Ethan: Mom, mom!! I know what we can call him?
Me: Huh? Call what?
Ethan: I know what we can call HIM!!
Me: Who?
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?)
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!)
And later:
Ethan: Mom, mom!! I know what we can call him?
Me: Huh? Call what?
Ethan: I know what we can call HIM!!
Me: Who?
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
Why I moved to iLOVEyouBUTyoureDRIVINGmeCRAZY!!
Well, I've been informed by my very hip future SIL that I need to move my blog off of myspace, and put it somewhere that more people can read it. For those of you that have already read the EB and Nick-O Chronicles, hang in there since I'm transferring them all to this blog so they are all in one place. If you're like me, you might read them again and laugh all over. It helps to have the lack of memory that I do (part of the brain cells I lost to the boys while pregnant...) because I will have totally forgotten something they did and then re-read about it and laugh my butt off all over again.
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 say,
"I LOVE you.................................
.........BUTYOU'REDRIVINGMECRAZY!!"
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!!!!"
TRUE....so true!!
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 say,
"I LOVE you.................................
.........BUTYOU'REDRIVINGMECRAZY!!"
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!!!!"
TRUE....so true!!
Classic Ethan
April 1, 2008 - Tuesday
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