Thursday, November 20, 2008

Kindergarten Wisdom

Out of the blue yesterday Bronwyn said, "You know, the kids at school were saying, 'That grasshopper is the greatest thing ever!' And I told them, 'You think that grasshopper is the greatest thing ever! God is the greatest thing ever. That grasshopper is stupid.' Right mommy?"

Ummm, yes.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

What's so funny?

I have begun to notice a very strange trend amongst some of my phone pals. When the conversation is coming to a close, we say our usual, "Okay, have a good rest of the day. I'll talk to you later", but the weird thing is that they begin to giggle. It's, as I said, weird. I didn't say anything witty or funny (trust me!) and yet three of the gals I talk to most on the phone (no Rach, not you) go, "Hhmm, hhmm, okay byyee."

What's going on here? Do they just feel like in order for it to have been a successful chat there has to be laughing involved? Is it just plain old fake-ness? Should I just say, "Um, why are you snickering? What's so funny?"

Well, that's all. Hmm, hmm, okay! Byyee!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Date Day

Well, the baby turned 6 weeks old last week, so Kev and I decided to have a date. This is no small feat for a family of five. In case you didn't know, it's a lot harder to get someone to babysit 3 kids than one (or even two) little rugrats...for free that is. So, Darni to the rescue! That's my mom. She's brave, plus she recruited my almost 12 year old niece to help. And we made things even easier on her by deciding on a late afternoon/early evening dinner. We were supposed to drop the kids off at her house at 3, but that turned into 3:55 by the time we got everyone dressed, accounted for, and loaded...not to mention all our stuff. And I say all our stuff because we thought it would be fun to get a hotel room for the night here in town. We aren't brave enough yet to try a full on vacation with all of us, but a night away from home sounded like fun. So, in the back of the 4-runner went a suitcase, toiletry bag, swim bag, bouncy seat, 2 diaper bags, and a pack and play. All for one night.

So, we dropped the kids off at Darni's and gave her some instructions that went something like this: thaw out the baggies of milk for Holland and give her a bottle around 5:30, and make sure Boaz doesn't kill the kitten.

Yea! Finally we are alone! We realized at this point that this is the first time it has been just the two of us since the night we headed out for the hospital. We decided to go to our favorite little Asian fusion place downtown and I'm super excited to have some seared tuna. Uh doesn't open on Saturdays until 5. Oh well, there is our favorite little bistro around the corner that has the most wonderful elk tenderloin...crap! It doesn't open until 5:30. Okay...what now? I really don't want to have date day at Golden Corral or Chili's. Napolis! It is a really good Italian place. And yea! They are open. We sat down and were looking at the menu when we started to notice a trend in the sparsely populated restaurant: all the other couples were old people! We had wanted to go in the afternoon so that we didn't fall asleep in our plates, and at that moment we realized the over 60 crowd had the same idea!

Dinner was great. Afterwards we went and checked into the hotel and had a little more alone time. The Kev left to go pick up the kids and I got to read a whole chapter in my book!

Bronwyn and Boaz had a blast at the hotel. It could have been in New York City for all they cared, they had so much fun jumping on the beds and tearing down the halls. Everyone except me and Holland slept through the night, and we even all made it to church on time the next morning. So, all in all, date day was a great success!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Octopus In the Room

So, the other day I picked up Bronwyn from school and as we were headed home she asks this question: "Mom, what are tentacles?" My response: "The arms on an octopus." Bronwyn: "No, I meant, what are testicles?" My response: "Hehehehe!"

Now, this conversation is my fault. I know all the experts say that you are supposed to teach your kids the correct names for all their parts. But I have a bit of a hard time calling what she has a, you know, and the boy stuff just honestly hadn't come up yet (no pun intended). So, of course, my next response is: "Where did you hear that word?" Her response, of course, is: "At school. Carli says it means, uh uh no way. Is that what it means?"

What??? Carli clearly has some whacked out information, so now it's up to me to set the record straight. But how do you describe to a five year old what the heck testicles are? Fortunately, she does have a younger brother that takes baths with her. So, my wonderfully vivid description goes something like this: "You know how Boaz's private bottom had a little stick part and a round part? Well, the round part is the testicles."

Wow. I hope I don't get any hate mail from other kindergarten parents. It's times like these I wish we lived on a farm. I don't think farm parents have to have these types of conversations with farm kids.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

An Introduction: Ode to Thomas the Train

Well, I've jumped on the bandwagon and will now commence blogging! I can't promise my entries will be witty or interesting, but I will try my hardest to spell everything correctly. So, without further ado, let me introduce our crazy family:

Boaz: he's the cheeky one,

Bronwyn's great and lots of fun!

Mommy, pulls the mail on time

Daddy, thunders down the line!

Holland, really knows her stuff

Barkley, toots and huffs and puffs...

Bone, loves to help and share...

Lulu, well let's say she's square...

Okay, Lulu is the cat and I can't find a picture of her. Just know she's a cranky Siamese and that she and I don't get along. Anyway, that's us! If you've never heard the Thomas the Train theme, you might be a bit lost. That's okay. I'm sure you can download it on iTunes ;)