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I'll be the first to admit, I am easily amused by my kids. The things they say and the way they pronounce them makes me chuckle at least a half dozen times a day.
They love talking about tooting and vehicles and babies and God and water towers and baking and all the wonderful places they spot letters and the size of poop and how much they love the dentist. They've just started roleplaying, Lillian always wanting to play baby Jayda and Breanna is a different kind of Jayda. When they sing the alphabet, each time they get to L they automatically sing "L for Lillian."
Some of my favorite mis-pronunciations include plutterbys and pink-o-lows (sprinklers) and me-plection (reflection) and tattoons and nicnacs (picnics) and neck-a-nicks (necklaces) and many more. Their F sound always comes out as a P sound, so that alone makes stuff sound silly. Life in our house is punny (funny).
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Summer Fun
Here are a few of our summer memories so far, captured.
1. We survived our first family trip to the strawberry farm in late June. You probably can't tell in the photo, but I'm carrying Grant in the lead - he couldn't make it even one step without having to stop and snack.
2. The kids artfully made "trees" out of the bag of zip ties Dad left out the morning of July 4 - all in the time it took for mom to pour and deliver a cup of coffee to Dad, who was sleeping in.
3. Fourth of July was spent at home, with the family enjoying the wild and crazy sprinkler.
4. Grant tried out his vintage surfing suit and we all crashed in exhaustion after that afternoon.
5. We rearranged our living room, leaving just enough room for a hiding spot small enough for Grant. He loves peeking out of there!
1. We survived our first family trip to the strawberry farm in late June. You probably can't tell in the photo, but I'm carrying Grant in the lead - he couldn't make it even one step without having to stop and snack.
2. The kids artfully made "trees" out of the bag of zip ties Dad left out the morning of July 4 - all in the time it took for mom to pour and deliver a cup of coffee to Dad, who was sleeping in.
3. Fourth of July was spent at home, with the family enjoying the wild and crazy sprinkler.
4. Grant tried out his vintage surfing suit and we all crashed in exhaustion after that afternoon.
5. We rearranged our living room, leaving just enough room for a hiding spot small enough for Grant. He loves peeking out of there!
Monday, July 20, 2009
I yelled back
While at the podiatrist today, talking about my upcoming bunion surgery in October, he tried having a little "chat" with me about the types of shoes I wear. He was shocked and disappointed that I showed up at my orthotic fitting wearing sandals. He implied that I didn't even want to get positive results from the upcoming surgery.
Our conversation went kind of like this.
"What kind of athletic shoes do you wear?"
You mean like tennies? I don't wear tennies.
"What do you wear when you work out?"
I don't have time to work out. I have three little tiny kiddos and a husband who works evenings. Are you kidding?
"Well what do you wear when you're running after kids?"
Whatever I can slip on and chase them in. Sometimes just socks. Never anything complicated.
"What about when you go shopping?"
I pay $20k in daycare annually and my husband took a 75% paycut to move here, and that's the extent of my shopping money.
"What about groceries?"
I try to order them online.
"Well then how do you stay so slim?" (as if he didn't believe me)
I chase after three kiddos and rarely have time to eat. Plus, if you saw me naked, which you never will, you'd know that my bones may be small, but the rest of me is plenty squishy. I clearly do not work out.
"Well then you need to get into some good athletic shoes. I'll write down a couple brands for you to look at and then buy them at one of these two stores."
The $100 sandals I'm wearing came from one of those stores and was recommended by the clerk to be supportive for bunions. Plus, the second I walk in the house with anything with laces, my kids will sniff them out and promptly unlace them and tie them in knots before we even get up the stairs. Plus, I wear dress clothes in my career - I can't wear tennies. We even have a dress code that says so.
"They come in different colors besides just white, you know."
Yes, but have you ever seen lace-up loafers look appropriate with a skirt? Can't I just avoid sandals and instead go with some nice slip-on loafers. Do you know how tight my hamstrings are after back surgery years ago? I think I'd ache forever if I had to wear flat shoes.
"You don't really expect this surgery to be the cure-all if you're not going to at least try to help the situation, do you?"
Well, you don't really expect me to dress like a grandma just to please you, do you? Who's your biggest competitor in town, anyway? I'm finding someone else who will support me in my lifestyle instead of listening to someone talk down to me and not even consider a discussion about finding a solution to fit MY life.
And off I went. And after work this afternoon, I promptly came home and plunked my new orthotics into some lovely slip-on loafers to break them in for the first hour - I even set the timer. See, I AM a good patient who listens, but only when the talk isn't nonsense. Flat tennies, my foot.
Our conversation went kind of like this.
"What kind of athletic shoes do you wear?"
You mean like tennies? I don't wear tennies.
"What do you wear when you work out?"
I don't have time to work out. I have three little tiny kiddos and a husband who works evenings. Are you kidding?
"Well what do you wear when you're running after kids?"
Whatever I can slip on and chase them in. Sometimes just socks. Never anything complicated.
"What about when you go shopping?"
I pay $20k in daycare annually and my husband took a 75% paycut to move here, and that's the extent of my shopping money.
"What about groceries?"
I try to order them online.
"Well then how do you stay so slim?" (as if he didn't believe me)
I chase after three kiddos and rarely have time to eat. Plus, if you saw me naked, which you never will, you'd know that my bones may be small, but the rest of me is plenty squishy. I clearly do not work out.
"Well then you need to get into some good athletic shoes. I'll write down a couple brands for you to look at and then buy them at one of these two stores."
The $100 sandals I'm wearing came from one of those stores and was recommended by the clerk to be supportive for bunions. Plus, the second I walk in the house with anything with laces, my kids will sniff them out and promptly unlace them and tie them in knots before we even get up the stairs. Plus, I wear dress clothes in my career - I can't wear tennies. We even have a dress code that says so.
"They come in different colors besides just white, you know."
Yes, but have you ever seen lace-up loafers look appropriate with a skirt? Can't I just avoid sandals and instead go with some nice slip-on loafers. Do you know how tight my hamstrings are after back surgery years ago? I think I'd ache forever if I had to wear flat shoes.
"You don't really expect this surgery to be the cure-all if you're not going to at least try to help the situation, do you?"
Well, you don't really expect me to dress like a grandma just to please you, do you? Who's your biggest competitor in town, anyway? I'm finding someone else who will support me in my lifestyle instead of listening to someone talk down to me and not even consider a discussion about finding a solution to fit MY life.
And off I went. And after work this afternoon, I promptly came home and plunked my new orthotics into some lovely slip-on loafers to break them in for the first hour - I even set the timer. See, I AM a good patient who listens, but only when the talk isn't nonsense. Flat tennies, my foot.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Spooning Rainbows
A
s I drove into my peaceful neighborhood after a lovely dinner with a woman whose children I used to babysit all those years ago, I was mesmerized by the double rainbows taking up nearly half the skyline. They were vibrant, fresh, and awe-inspiring.For some reason, I couldn't help but think of them as being like DH and me. In a mushy, reflective mood, I drew the parallels - the brighter, stronger rainbow stretched across the sky, full of life and energy. The more subtle, soft outer rainbow cozily tucked around that bold one, not smothering, just comfortably near. So different, yet so complementary.
The pictures don't do them justice, but then, never do the ones of DH and me together.
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