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Sunday, February 26, 2006

ahhh... a welcomed break

Scott's been sharing some highlights of our trip to London. It was fabulous....busy and really jam-packed with seeing this amazing city:

I'm so glad we enjoyed it while we were there because Tuesday morning it was business as usual. First, there was track to build.

And it was obliterated 20 seconds after this picture was taken. They were gleeful while it lasted and while I built its sequel. Moving right along, there was a trip to the potty. We had snacks, read books and just generally loved all morning. Inevitably there was lunch. Vacation forgotten.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Pet Cemetary

I just saw a news report on children grieving for pets. I cannot imagine losing either of our pets and will probably have to have Father Ethan deliver the news to the boys. Despite my compassion on the subject, I could not stop a little chortle as they showed a sad little boy playing his trumpet during a daily vigil to the freezer, the temporary home of his deceased frog. There will be a full service in the spring when the ground thaws.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006


I'll get over the betrayal that he did it first for Aunt Gina. While we were in England, NOAH POOPED ON THE POTTY!!!!

He's my favorite boy.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006


I'm at the moment watching over my shoulder for the imminent jet lag to strike with a vengeance. And by all accounts I should be squarely in the middle of jet lag, but I'm wide awake after about 7 glorious hours of sleep. I need about 5 more.

We had a fabulous, exciting, non-stop jaunt through London! We did as much as we could in three and a half days, covering everything from Les Mis to the Jack the Ripper, The Penthouse (an exclusive Asian Fusion restaurant/club) to classic fish & chips, and Evensong at Westminster Abbey to Bob Dylan's first UK performance site, an eclectic, slightly grungy enclave called the Troubadour.

We're exhausted, happy to have been, happy to be home and incredibly grateful to Gina and Mom for having given us this reprieve!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006


Last night, Aidan was repeating something that could have been please or could have been trees or could have been apple juice. I calmly told him that I would like to give him what he wanted but couldn't understand him. Sam interjected, "Mommy, he's saying cheese." I asked, "Aidan, are you saying 'cheese'?" He nodded frantically.

I surrender.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Poor Richard Scarry

I'm sure that there are loads of new children's book authors dying for their opportunity to get published. So I find it so distressing that creative authors are tainted by greedy capitalist publishers and money-grubbing heirs trying to maximize on the good name of geniuses and our generation's sentimentality. For example, Dr. Suess's My Many Colored Days supposedly written by him, but illustrated by someone else. I will allow for the value of helping a child identify with their feelings. Sammy will often tell us that he is purple i.e. sad; while it is sometimes for attention, it also is an effective way to convey that he isn't thrilled that he's just been punished. However, on principal, I find the concept annoying.

The books that have really inspired this rant are a seri es of Richard Scarry-based bits put out by "The Estate of Richard Scarry". Read as Lowly Worm has been sold to the highest bidder. We have several of these little nuggets and the boys *love* them.

Here's a synoposis of "Humperdink's Busy Day":
Humperdink the Baker and his assistant, Able Baker Charlie (good thing he didn't decide to go into medicine with that name) go to work. They bake the bread and decided to have a donut raffle. The assistant is in charge of lottery tickets and Humperdink the donuts. (I'd like A. B. C.'s job) Charlie goes out on a delivery after the taxing work of writing numbers while Humperdink burns the donuts and the firemen come. What the hell is Humperdink doing that he burns the donuts - he's the baker!! Allowing for everyone to have a bad day and everyone makes mistakes...then they burn the baked goods two more times. Really??? Are you kidding me? And once is when they are napping while Humperdink's daughter is playing on the floor. Somebody call the Child Welfare Bug Patrol and get Humperdink a desk job.

That's it. That is the whole story. Am I missing something or does that totally bite?

And this, my friends, is the bunk that my children insist on hearing, repeatedly!

By the way, the firemen won the raffle.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The Necessities

At risk of exposing my gross ineptitude for the creative at the moment, here's a cheesy take-off on the Letterman classic.

Top Ten Things Not to Run Out of When Your Husband Is Out of Town:
10. Diapers
9. Dish Detergent
8. Baby Wipes
7. Patience
6. Ibuprofen
5. Cash
4. Coffee Filters
3. Diet Pepsi
2. Coffee Creamer

Thankfully only about half are in the danger zone and Scott comes home tomorrow :-)

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Bedtime for Francis

We've just gotten to the age where Sammy can really appreciate the precocius little Francis (who I just learned is a badger, not a bear). He's started to giggle at the silly lines like, "U is for Underwear down in the dryer".

Tonight Francis's repeated bedtime antics seemed to resonate with Sam.
On her third trip out of bed, she was sure there was a giant in the corner of her bedroom:
She went into the living room.
Mother and Father were watching television and having tea and cake.
Frances said, "There is a giant in my room. May I watch television?"
"No," said Mother.
"No," said Father.
Francis said, "The giant wants to get me. May I have some cake?"

He snickered through this entire section. I swear I think he it was a guilty chuckle. Or that was his evil laugh and he was cataloging the tactic for his next attempt to put off bedtime.

I dig Francis because her father threatens a spanking, she calls her best friend fat, her mother lets her eat jam and bread and she detests her sister for having a birthday. And with that, her parents love her, she has friends and she's totally normal.

Monday, February 06, 2006

the 80's???

Has anyone else noticed a frightening re-emergence of 80's fashion? Just a sampling of what I've seen of late:
1. big hair - particularly on top enhanced by a barrette at the crown finished with the ponytail in the middle of the back of the head
2. leg warmers
3. pouffy shirts draping one shoulder which has a tank top peeking out (IN THE FRONT WINDOW OF THE LIMITED EXPRESS, which is by the way the original 80's clothier)
4. the side pony tail

Heaven help me, I will *not* peg my pants!!