Monday, June 10, 2013

we obviously know the song well.

[At the park]

M: [re: a goose feather he found]  Maybe we should stick it in a hat or something.

Me:  And call it macaroni?  Like Yankee Doodle?

M:  Well, that's what they do "in town".

Thursday, April 18, 2013

eh, so i didn't write this one myself.

This post, written by Mandy at Harper's Happenings, really resonated with me.  I have often said myself that nothing makes the crapadoo of the day fall away like bedtime-story time.  I love her blog.  I wish she would write more, but I guess she's busy baking a bun in the oven and all. :-)

(See?  I promised at least one blog post per month!  This totally counts!)

Thursday, March 14, 2013

"clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee..."

"Hey, mom... it looks like a Lego minifigure!"

"Hey, mom... it looks like a giant detective mouse!"

"Hey, mom... it looks like a hamster with clothes!"

"Hey, mom... it looks like an elephant!"

Can you tell they're studying clouds in school this week?  In addition to learning the four types of clouds, the kids also talked about how clouds looked like dogs, airplanes, turtles... so of course now all sorts of things around the house have taken on a fresh identity as well.  This morning's breakfast talk sounded like a self-administered Rorschach test, sub oatmeal residue on a spoon (which he referred to as "splatches") for the ink blots.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go change all of my screen names to @hamsterwithclothes.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

... what just happened?


M:  Can I have more peanuts?

Me:  Yes, but just a few more - this is a snack and not a meal. [doles out a small handful of peanuts]

M:  Aaah!  I dropped a peanut on the floor!  And that's bad, because peanuts are good for you!

Me:  That's all right.

(A few minutes later)

M:  Can I have one more peanut?   Because I dropped one on the floor.

Me:  That's enough for now.

M:  Pleeeeeease?  PLEASE!  JUST ONE MORE!

Me:  You've had enough.

M:  NO!  NEVER! 

C:  Now, don't get yourself in trouble over a peanut.

M:  IF! YOU! DON'T! GIVE! ME! A! PEANUT! [thoughtful pause] I! WILL! MAKE! YOU! GO! AWAY!

Me:  [laughs -- sorry!  I couldn't help myself!]  You would make your dad go away over one peanut?

M:  Both of you!

Me:  No more peanuts.

M:  AAAAAAAAAAH!  [stomps to drawing table]

(a few minutes later)

M:  [all smiles] Hey, I drew a pirate!

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

is it apparent i've given up facebook for lent?

Because I'm posting status-length stuff on my blog like a mad woman. #fbwithdrawals

Today on the ride home from school, I asked M who Star of the Week was (each student gets to be SotW).  He said, "No one - we're done with Stars of the Week."

Stars of the Week!  Not "Star of the Weeks" like I would've expected a little kid to say.  I felt a twinge of pride at my son's correct grammar.

"Do you know you're one smart kiddo?"

"Yeah."  Pause.  "I'm a hundred percent smart."

In other news, could someone please let my husband know that Arnold Lobel's last name is pronounced"low-BELL" and not "LOW-buhl"?  No, it does not rhyme with (and I'm showing my age here) George Gobel.  #likenailsonachalkboard

Monday, February 18, 2013

duly noted


Me:  Are you hungry yet?

M:  No.

Me:  I'm really hungry.

M:  I'm totally the opposite of hungry.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

eat play love

Today wasn't our best day.  I was cranky, the kiddo was cranky.  We argued before school, he clogged the toilet with paper after lunch (and had a subsequent freakout about it as he is wont to do about most things), I got hit with exhaustion and a headache about 4pm... C had called earlier in the afternoon to let me know that he had missed his flight home from his business trip and would still be home tonight, only four hours later than expected.  Safe to say I would've filed this day under C for "craptastic, slightly" for all of us.

And yet, after C got home and M was getting ready for bed, there was this:

C:  How was your day?  What did you do today?

M:  I loved, eated and played.

Seriously.  Doesn't that sound like a near-perfect day?  He basically distilled all of today's events down to those three lovely things.  Sometimes it's difficult for me to pull it together and put on an "I've moved on" face after my kid has just made me so boiling mad just moments before. Fortunately, my 5-year-old does has that ability, and whether it's contrived or sincere, it's definitely something I could learn from him.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

All my husband asked for in the world was for me to make chicken and mushrooms tonight. So with every intention of making chicken and mushrooms tonight, I went the grocery store this morning. And when he comes home he will not have chicken and mushrooms. Because I forgot to buy mushrooms. And didn't notice until just now. And incurring the guilt brought on by his mild disappointment will be easier than to beg a child who would rather remove all his own teeth with a teeny Lego crowbar than be subjected to a trip to the grocery store to so much as look in the general direction of the car, much less ask him to leave the house at 8:50 in the p.m. #runonsentence

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

I cannot stop laughing at this Kayak commercial:

Kayak TV Spot, 'Second Head' - Screenshot 5