Showing posts with label cute stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cute stuff. Show all posts

A Lesson in Physics

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Scene: The family is outside their home enjoying the late afternoon sun. Mother and father are seated in lawn chairs. Son has been riding his bike up and down the cul de sac, but stops to take a break.

Tyler: "I'm hot."

Phil: "I know something that will cool you off."

[Mother can tell by the tone in Father's voice that something bad is about to happen and thinks "this oughta be good."]

Tyler: What?

Phil: "Run down the street as fast as you can and the breeze will cool you off."

Tyler: [hands on hips] "That doesn't make sense."

Phil: "Sure it does, the faster you run, the cooler you'll get."

[Mother looks at son with pleading eyes and thinks, "c'mon kiddo, don't fall for it." Child shrugs shoulders and takes off running. Father laughs hysterically. Mother scowls at him.]

Phil: "What?" [still laughing]

Me: "That wasn't very nice."

Phil: "I was teaching him a lesson."

Me: "What? That his dad is jerk?"

Phil: "No, a lesson in physics."

Tyler: [yelling, voice fades as he gets farther down the street] "I can't feeel anyyythinggggg."

Father is still laughing hysterically at his own joke.

Phil: "My stomach hurts."

Wordless Wednesday: Prince and Princess

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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My Son's First Vlog- "My House" I'm So Proud *Sniff*

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Even though Phil thought giving Tyler a digital camera was a bad idea, I wanted to see things from his perspective. What moments would he think were worth capturing? I think it's a good reminder to us grown ups that's there's a whole other world below our eye level.

When he asked for my Flip to make a video about our house I didn't think much of it. I heard him chattering away but tuned him out. I was going to delete the video but decided to watch first and I'm so glad I did. The images aren't anything remarkable but his running commentary is too funny.

It's a pretty long video at eight minutes (and not for those who get motion sick easily) but there were parts that made me laugh out loud, particularly the end when he throws out some Spanish. I would apologize for the state of my house, but I won't.

Overheard at Grammy's House

Monday, April 13, 2009

Drama Kid: "Grammy, can you catch one of the rabbits [in your yard] for me?"

Grammy: "No, I think they're too fast for me."

DK: " Well, you can sneak up on them."

Grammy: "I think they'll still smell me coming."

DK: "Why don't you just take a shower first?"

Wordless Wednesday: Love You Mommy

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

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Wordless Wednesday: Sleepy Football Fan

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

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What I Am Thankful For

Thursday, November 27, 2008

By Drama Kid, age 6 (as dictated to me).

This year I am am thankful for:

1. Mommy

2. Daddy

3. Zoe (our cat)

4. The military

5. Turkey

6. Life

7. Shoes

8. My family

9. Daddy twice because he's in the military

10. My toys

11. Our house

12. Food and water

13. My school

14. My cousins
15. Electricity

Happy Thanksgiving everyone and many blessings to you this coming holiday season! (photo from here)

Snippets: Those Grey Guys

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Drama Kid wore his Raider jersey to school yesterday and he had to set something straight with one his friends:

DK: Today at school J told me those grey guys never win anything.

Me: Well, he's sort of right. Our team hasn't been good for several years now.

DK: But I told him at least we've won three Super Balls.

Me and Drama Dad: That's Super Bowl.

We were still so proud! *sniff*

(image from here)

An Excellent Question

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Tonight at dinner:

Drama Kid: Mommy, some days I feel just so happy to be alive.

Me: You should feel like that every day.

Drama Kid: Because it's just so amazing that God made us, right?

Me: Exactly.

Drama Kid: But who made God?

Me: That's a very good question, I have no idea.

Edited to add this morning (9/12) at breakfast:

Drama Kid: What would happen if the world split into two pieces?

Me: I don't think that can happen, but if it did, it wouldn't be good.


Friday, July 18, 2008

I think I may have to get Drama Kid his own iPod with age appropriate music. The radio is causing discussions I'm not ready to have:

Drama Kid: "What does she mean she's 'bleeding love?' Is she really bleeding?"

Me: "No, honey, she's not really bleeding. She's just so in love it's flowing out of her like blood would if she were actually bleeding." [I need to learn to think on my feet better! Thanks,

Drama Kid: "I like this song! My favorite part is where the guys says, [imitating Maroon 5's Adam] 'and then I had to shoot him down.' I like that part." [Thank goodness he doesn't know the actual lyrics!]

Drama Kid: "Mommy? Is this a boy or a girl singing?"

Me: [Crap! Tell me he's not going to ask what I think he's going to ask!] "It's a girl."

DK: "Why would a girl want to kiss another girl?"

Me: [Double crap! He's only 5!!!] "I kiss Grammy and Nana and Auntie J. That's OK, right"

DK: "Oh, OK." [Thank the lord he doesn't know about You Tube! Is it me or is Katy Perry Zooey Deschanel's long lost twin?]

Somehow, I don't think he'd be happy if I break out the Disney Sing Along CD's. Grrr! (All images from Google Images)

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Kids Say the Darndest, Most Embarrasing Things

Monday, June 30, 2008

Please welcome my friend and first guest poster, J.

So Melanie calls me and asks me to be a guest writer for her blog. I say, "Sure. I'd love to,” thinking that I'm going in that little box over on the right hand side or something. No big whoop. I can come up with some little antic dote about my 4 year old daughter, right?

How hard can that be, right? WRONG!!! I found out I AM the blog. What was Melanie thinking? It's all I can do to write out a grocery list- let alone write a blog [entry]. Come to think of it what was I thinking?! Lord help us all…

As I was saying I have a 4 year old daughter. Like all parents, she gives me immeasurable amounts of joy and adds so much life to my- er- life.

And like all parents, often enough, she makes me want to crawl under the very crust of the Earth and hide in the pools of molten hot magma below- forever. People's exhibit A…

Just recently she was playing at the park. Eventually she had to go potty. Secretly, I think she just likes to check out all of the facilities of every place we've ever gone to compare and contrast. So off to the potty we go.

Now, this park has a community pool so the bathroom was attached to the pool locker room. We get in, go, and now we're going to wash our hands. So far so good… should be relatively easy to clear this hurdle and then back out to play.

And for all intents and purposes it was. But, for reasons I cannot understand, I continually forget to take into account how easy a task is going to be based directly on and proportionately to factor X. Factor X being whether or not there is any human interaction. And to my complete horror- there, in this bathroom was a Factor X.

Factor X was an adorable, little old lady- most likely in her mid 80's just coming in from doing some no-impact aerobic activity from the swimming pool. And like my daughter, she too, was washing her hands. Factor X looked into the mirror and smiled at my daughter. My daughter half smiled with a slightly inquisitive look on her face.

My Mommy-Sense was tingling. This look meant that little brain of hers was working and working hard. Working hard at formulating a question that would undoubtedly be one of those afore mentioned moments where I wished that the earth would open up beneath my feet and like riding in an elevator, I would just sink down.

Before I even had a second to react my innocent and sweet little girl looks over at Factor X and says in her sweetest, little girl voice, "How come you've got so much skin?" I nearly hit the floor.

Well, the gods were taking pity on my poor soul that day because Factor X offered up a chance for me to redeem what was left of my pride. Before I walked out of the restroom that day with my head hung low, and my tail between my legs feeling like a failure as a parent AND a person, Factor X said, "What was that dear?"

Redemption! I seized the moment, "She asked, 'How come you're so tan?'" "Oh," she said with a chuckle, "I didn't quite hear her." I was saved.

Factor X looked at my daughter and smiled sweetly. "I'm out in the sun a lot honey. I should wear more sun block. I bet you wear your sun block like a good girl. That way you won't end up with all of this old, wrinkly skin- like me." And with that, she crinkled up her nose, turned around and walked out.

I too crinkled up my nose but it was at my daughter. Her innocence had once again, caused me an unbelievable amount of anxiety and near humiliation.

But, honestly, isn't that part of what being a kid is all about… embarrassing the hell out of your parents as fast as you can because when given the chance, we as parents, are armed with an arsenal of things to embarrass the hell out of our kids with.

We did it to our parents and now life is returning the favor. They say a picture is worth 1,000 words. I wonder what words she'll use when I pull out the photo of her proudest moment to date… "Look Mommy! Poo-poo in the potty!" Ha! Bring it on little girl. I'm ready. And remember, no matter what, Mommy loves you!!!

In the Dressing Room with a 5 Year Old

Monday, June 16, 2008

My search for the tankini was a bust. I settled on this instead: board shorts and a bikini top. I've got the butt and stretch mark coverage I need, and I don't have to worry about the bottoms creeping into no man's land.

Mervyn's has all swim stuff on sale 50% off this week so very little guilt involved. In the dressing room, my son had an "out of the mouth of babes" moment while I tried on the bikini top:

Drama Kid: [hee hee hee]

Me: What's so funny?

DK: You have two nip*les.

Me: No I don't, there's just the one.

DK: [pointing] Well, what are those, straws?

Me: [trying not to laugh] No honey. Those are ni*ples, but babies can drink from them. We talked about this before, remember? (I could have explained the nip*le vs. areola but didn't want to go there)

DK: Well, whatever they are they're embarrassing me. You need to cover those things up.

Me: [gave up on not laughing] Would it help you if I turn around?

DK: Yes, thanks Mommy.

OMG! It was hilarious. We've had the body parts talk and he knows the proper names so where he came up with straws, I don't know.

I told Drama Dad this story and his reaction was that DK is getting too old to be around me when I'm in the buff or topless.

At what age do we stop taking little boys into the dressing room? When are they old enough to wait outside (and more to the point, stay put!)?

Have you started to cover up more at home? Discuss.

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Multitaskin' Mama

Sunday, May 18, 2008

In the car on the way to a birthday party today:

DS: "Mama, you can do three things at one time?!"

Me: "What do you mean?"

DS: "You can drive, eat and read a map all together."

Me: "Well honey I'm a mommy."

DS: "Sweet! I wish I could be a mommy!

Me: "Don't worry honey, mommy can teach you."

How is it that my 5 year old can be so observant, but my husband is oblivious?
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Friday, May 9, 2008

I didn't give too much thought to what I wanted this blog to be "about." OK, at the time, I didn't think about it at all. But, since my first post I realize that I want to make a conscious effort not to come here only when I'm in a bad place. There is much in my life that is good and I need to honor that.

Take my DS for example. So far, the things I've posted about him
here and here make him look like a defiant brat. And sometimes, he is. But most of the time he's not.

I'd say 80% of the time DS can wear his halo proudly. He really is a sweet, kind, loving, handsome little gentleman. He holds doors for me. He pulled out my chair at dinner a few weeks ago.

But sometimes the bad stuff follows me around. Hovering. That 20% can be like a mosquito in your ear at 2am: persistent and biting.

I don't know about you but sometimes I let that 20% set the mood for the day and totally stomp on the 80%.
And that's not fair to him. So, I want you to get to know my little guy the way he is most of the time.

I keep a journal of some of the cute and funny moments we have. Here's a few from over the years (I added a few details for clarity):

Nov. 29, 2004 (age 2)

I could tell DS was doing something he probably shouldn't be by the silence in his room. Earlier I'd caught him jumping down to the floor from the side of his crib. I came around the corner into his room and caught him mid climb. He said, "Mommy go sit down couch, I jumping."

Nov. 2004
Our nanny at the time put this in-

Little Man kept trying to get his mine (pacifier) from the basket on his crib even though it wasn't nap time. I finally took them all and put them on the kitchen counter. He went to his bathroom, got his step stool and brought it into the kitchen and tried to get them down.

Jan. 27, 2005
DS and I were grocery shopping. We turned into an isle and there was a family of four, mom and three kids. The mom told one son to settle down and DS heard her. He leans out of the cart looking around my body and says, "calm down!" really stern. I was horrified and tried to cover by asking him why I needed to calm down. Fortunately the mom thought it was funny and responded with ,"you tell him," so he said it again.

August 2006 (age 3)

From our daycare person-
I told your son today that I liked his outfit and thought it was really cool He said, "yeah, but not as cool as me."

May 7, 2007

I burned myself on the shoulder with my curling iron. It looked raw and yucky after my shower. DS saw me struggling to get the band aid on and offered to help. I bent down and as he put in on he said, "BAM!" just like Emeril.

Feb 18, 08

"Mom, you're almost the color of chocolate. You're from Africa because Africa peoples are your color. Do you know how to speak Africa?"

April 27, 2008

We had friends over for dinner. The kids played well together but at the end of the night DS's room was trashed. I asked the kids to clean up. Ann (not her name) starts putting things away and DS says, "no Ann, I'll do it," and he turns to me and says, "because I want you to be proud of me."

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