The Kid's Got Point

Finn has become the household pet master. He feeds Riley every day and fills his water bowl - when he wakes up he jumps right up and says I have a job to do! He also loves feeding our cockateil and holding him and scratching his head. He really has a way with animals.

This weekend Daddy-O mentioned to him what a great job he was doing with the pets and Finn decided we needed some more pets.

What would you get?

A Hyena and a giraffe. Oh! And an elephant!

An elephant? Where would we keep an elephant?

We'd have to build a big barn in the yard to keep him warm.

Yes, but that would take up the whole yard.

That's okay Daddy, then Mama wouldn't have to mow!

The kid certainly has a point...

Your what?

While waiting in the car for our daycare provider to arrive, we all unstrapped and started bouncing in our seats to the song on the radio. Finn caught a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror and stopped cold:

Mama, look!! Can you see my tuchus?

Your what??

Opening his mouth wide again My Tuchus!! See? There's my tuchus!

Um, do you mean your tonsils?

No. Tonsils aren't in your mouth Mama! What's a tonsils Mama?

A Face Only A Mother Could Love

Look Mama! It's an Anteater!! Is he going to move to the airport with the racoon?

Yep. And I hope they'll be very happy together.

Then and Now

Finn

Where does it go?

Owen

No. Seriously. Where does the time go?

Look What Daddy-O Caught!

Damn, he's cute

Damn, they're cute



Daddy-O has been trying to catch the skunk who decided our back yard is a good place to hang out. It looks as though other creatures think it's cool too! This is the second raccoon that has been relocated this week. Bii, of course, wants to keep them as pets. The skunk too -

...if we ever catch him.

Simple Pleasures

My boys love coming to my office. They get lots of attention (they're whores like that) and most importantly, if they behave, they get to choose a treat from the receptionist's candy bowl on the way out.

I brought Bii by on the way back from getting his cast last week. He loved showing off his Kelly Green arm to everyone and, despite running around like a mad man, he was a good boy.

As we were getting ready to leave he asked if he could please bring a piece of candy back for all of his friends at daycare. What a thoughtful boy I thought. Of course you can.

Since the bowl was nearly empty I brought him to the supply room. I lifted him up to the enormous trash can size stash of candy that refills the bowl and he gasped.

When he regained control of his vocal chords he whispered Mama all my dreams have come true!

Wordless Wednesday

" wishing flower"

The Art of Language

O is getting so much better with his vocabulary. There are a couple of things he says very well and he's even putting some pretty complex sentences together.
(Daddy nigh nigh me = I want Daddy to take me to bed.)

The only sound he hasn't been making is S, but I'm told it's the last to come. The language assessor told me not to worry if we couldn't really understand him all that well, that he'd get better in time. But it's incredibly frustrating for both of us when I can't tell what it is he wants.

The other morning I asked him what he wanted for breakfast.

Cank.

Huh?

Cank!

Toast?

No. Cank.

Yogurt?

Cank!!

Milk?

No Mama! Cank! Cank!

He pointed to the counter but all that was in view was a tomato, potato chips and bread. It appeared that none of these was what he was asking for.

Through very frustrated tears, he grabbed my hand and brought me to the refrigerator, opened the door and got the strawberry jam. Suddenly it made perfect sense; he wanted a Peanut Butter Sandwich!!

Yeah, yeah. I know. It should have been obvious.

Mama loves PB&J for breakfast too.

Wordless Wednesday

Because, seriously. I am at a loss for words.

Broken

It was only a matter of time...

Steinem on Palin

I've never really considered myself a feminist per se, but I do love Gloria. And this is right on the mark:

http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/opinion/la-oe-steinem4-2008sep04,0,1290251.story

I still don't know how my Republican mother managed to raise two Democratic daughters...

To Whom it May Concern

Dear fat, lazy bitch who has taken up residence in my hind quarters,

Get the fuck out!

Sincerely,
Mama Goose

PS: Pardon my french, but you really have to go now...

Staycation, All I Ever Wanted

This song has been stuck in my head for the last seven days.

I just had 4 days away from work (plus the long weekend)!! And while it managed to be a very productive vacation (massive house cleaning, general purging, splitting and stacking wood, etc.) we had a real vacation in there too!

The boys had their daycare all day end of summer pool party on Friday. We went to the beach three times! The weather was perfect! Had a bonfire and toasted marshmallows. Road bikes. Fed ducks. Played at several playgrounds. Had friends over for a BBQ. The boys were well behaved and so much fun! We had some very wonderful family time that we'll remember for a long time to come.

But now it's back to work and a week's worth of digging out. September already. sigh