"Mama, milk is very cold." "Yes, that's true." "And milk can be made into ice cream!" "Yep. Yummy." "And that is why ice cream is cold." "Ummmm... well... uhhhhh... okay." "I'm smart!" "You certainly are. And cute, too. Don't forget cute." "Yep. And you are cute, too, Mama."
We met up with friends and went to a local orchard and picked about thirty pounds of apples today. Then we went back to their house and made apple crisp, and applesauce, and husked corn and marinated meat and got ready for the barbeque to come later. But before we started cooking for the BBQ we went out on our friends' circle to ride bikes. Chickadee fell over. And fell over again. And fell over a few more times, after that. She wobbled, and crashed into a mailbox. I would let go and gravity would just reach up an invisible hand and WHOMP grab her entire bike and throw her to the ground. I...
One of the things I like about being a Methodist is that our services tend to be right about an hour long. And unlike some other religions, we have them on Sunday mornings. Not Saturday nights, not in the middle of the week; there is not an expectation that one must attend endless hours of religious training every week or somehow be lacking. One hour. Totally doable. Now before I'm pegged for the heathen that I am, I'll also point out that there are myriad opportunities (at least in my church) for further fellowship and study, and I avail myself of these activities quite often. I consider...
Tonight at bedtime we commenced an all-too-common search for Monkey's beloved "teetee." Teetee is a most ratty and disgusting security blanket. Monkey does not sleep without teetee. And in our family it is understood that you may joke about almost anything, but you do not joke about teetee, or--more specifically--teetee's whereabouts. So I cannot explain to you how it was that I stumbled upon teetee and found myself transported back to a time when I used to turn up my boom box and sing into my hair brush. I casually strolled past my unsuspecting son, then began waving his blanket in the air...
... that napkin didn't say anything!" "Yes it did. What did it say?" "It said 'read this napkin' but then it didn't say anything else. That was just silly." I think maybe tomorrow's napkin will say "Whatever you do, don't read this napkin!" How long before her teacher calls CPS, do ya figure?
Last night I not only set Chickadee's alarm, I turned it up to volume "wake the dead." She's something of a sound sleeper. So this morning, when Monkey and I were making his bed and getting him dressed and I still hadn't heard her alarm, I went into her room to see if maybe her clock was five minutes behind everyone else's. She'd turned the alarm off. And was sound asleep. "Chickadee! Get up! You turned your alarm off." "That's cuz I'm tired." "Oh, you're tired? Well nevermind, then. Go back to sleep. That's more important than the first day of school." "Mooooooooooooom!!" Heheh. I'll have...
Monkey started school today. Chickadee doesn't start until Wednesday. Last year, Monkey went to school only three days a week, so twice a week we had some alone time while Chickadee was at school, and she complained bitterly about not getting the same. So today and tomorrow? Estrogen Central, baybee! We took Monkey and all of his assorted gear to school, got him settled in ("You can leave now, Mama, cuz I'm gonna be pretty busy playing here"), and then went to Chickadee's old room to visit with her teachers from last year. There was much hugging. I love her old teachers so much; I kind of...
Did you know that my daughter is an amazing tree climber? Neither did I. We were out in the yard this morning and she asked if any of the trees were good for climbing. We found a suitable one and she hung by her knees from the lowest branch while my stepmom and I snapped a few pictures. The next thing I knew, she was waaayyyyy up in the branches and I was trying to keep the panic out of my voice as I called up, "I think that's far enough, honey!" Later, I held my breath as she descended. She came down a bit slower than she'd gone up, but with the same alacrity. I was just flipping through...
We have arrived; the trip was uneventful. Today's big news? New York has a lot of cows. And we, apparently, like to moo at them. Because that is entertaining no matter how many times we do it. Also? I need to sign Monkey up with a child talent agency to do some commercials for... water. He asked at one point if I'd brought anything to drink, and I said, "Only water." He responded. "Water? Water?? I love water!!" But that may have been a result of the bovine fumes.