Posted in Weirdville, family, funny, kids, tagged bandana clothes, fashion, tie dye on April 10, 2008 | 6 Comments »
I asked Pi to get the baby dressed, and rather than choosing, you know, clothes, this is what she came up with:
“Oh please! Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my beautiful tie dyed bandana plus a little sass to boot.”
Not to be outdone, here is Ood a couple weeks ago
sporting [...]
Posted in Weirdville, family, funny, kids, tagged mr. potato head on March 21, 2008 | 3 Comments »
My children’s creative use of toys gives me a glimpse into the inner workings of their young minds.
Mr. Potato Head has hairy armpits.
Posted in Weirdville, domestic bliss, family, health, scatterbrain, tagged goals, March 4 on March 4, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I don’t know why I ever bother making New Years resolutions, right in the thick of the darkest and bleakest days of winter, but I do. My resolutions are invariably of the same genre: get organized with a sprinkling of getting in shape. I always give them a good college try too. But you must [...]
Posted in Weirdville, family, unwind, tagged bassoon, haiku on February 29, 2008 | 14 Comments »
my spouse plays bassoon
not just does he, but loves he
sublime overtones
Baby’s lullaby
low strains wafting in to her
from the living room
could he teach the kids?
bassoonists are uncommon
future scholorships
(That’s Isp five years ago)
Posted in Weirdville, scatterbrain on February 28, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I’ve been hearing complaints that I don’t blog often enough anymore. Ninety-four percent of those complaints are coming from my own mouth to any available whine-listener. But for you two gripers who are not me (you know who you are) I just want to say, I love you too. I still go though my days [...]
Posted in Weirdville, funny, kids on February 22, 2008 | 5 Comments »
…and then is reluctant to give them back. Whether worn as a game or a fashion statement, we cannot tell, but it certainly takes a very kind and patient Grandmother to entertain these whims.
Posted in Weirdville, family, kid fun, kids on December 12, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Swear words are strictly taboo in this family. Yes, I am a prude. But Isp is a kid who likes to push his limits. From the back seat of the car I heard him taunt, “I’m going to swear. Hhh…. eeeeh…”
“If you say a swear word, I will wash your mouth out with a soapy [...]
Posted in Weirdville, domestic bliss, food, scatterbrain, tagged home ornganization, living yam on December 9, 2007 | 7 Comments »
What have I been up to for the past week now that I don’t have to blog anymore? Sleep. I’m trying to keep diurnal hours now, and regular sleep has added a modicum of sanity to my daily, uh, day. Also, I’ve been doing other sensational mother stuff that would be too fabulous to blog [...]
Posted in Weirdville, tagged Annie Lennox on November 20, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I looked at the list of eight songs from a couple days ago and thought, no, no, that’s not it at all. It needs some Annie Lennox. Every time I listen to her, makes me want a hair cut. (Especially the wigs in this one.)
Posted in Weirdville, domestic bliss, family, food, funny, kid fun, kids, tagged airplane museum, birthday cake, chocolate cake recipe on November 18, 2007 | 5 Comments »
I asked Isp what he wanted for his birthday dinner. He started to automatically quip, “Pizz–” but stopped short and revised hiself, “Yams! We never, never have yams. Why don’t we ever have yams?”
“Are you saying you want yams for your birthday dinner?”
His face brightened. “Yes!” He ran off giggling.
Who am I to argue with [...]
Posted in Weirdville on November 16, 2007 | 7 Comments »
Katie at No Assembly Required tagged me for Crazy Eights.
I’ve never actually done a meme before. This took a really long time. I missed my NaBloPoMo deadline. I hope you’ll listen to every song, because that was the killer.
8 things I’m passionate about: At first I thought, how can I come up with eight? As [...]
Posted in Weirdville, funny, kids on November 14, 2007 | 1 Comment »
And thus spake Ood (4):
“I have to wash my hands so I don’t get spear.” (staph)
“A pokeek!” (peacock)
examining a cut on his finger: “Those little round red things that are dark in the middle will come out!” (Yes, red blood cells.)
“Mom, even when you do nice things, you are still a bad guy!”
me: “Yeah, I’m [...]
