Eleven...Hello?!

Three Little Words

2012-01-17T19:23:00.000-08:00

I'm sure Loic has told Laurence that he loves him before. At least I think I'm sure. Yes, I know I'm sure. Then again...

I was putting the boys to bed tonite and as I leaned down to kiss Loic he said to me, "Bring me your ear really close, Mommy." He doesn't ever use the word "secret" for some reason, and that's fine with me. I stuck my head further into his little cave on the bottom bunk and he whispered, "Don't ever tell Laurence...but I love him." I said, in what I thought was a whisper, "OK, I won't tell him, but if you want to, you could tell him yourself." A little almost 8-year-old head suddenly peeks over the side of the top bunk, "Tell me what?" Loic hesitated, then, "I can't tell you," and exploded with giggles. Nervous ones. I said, "It would be nice to tell him, Loic, and I bet you'd hear something nice back." More giggles. Laurence, laying back down, said, "You tell me, Mom," to which I replied, "No, Loic told me not to. He'll tell you if he wants to. Maybe tomorrow." And I stood up to go. But Loic, thru his giggles, pipes up with, "OK, I'll tell you, but you can't laugh at me." Laurence said, seriously, "I won't laugh at you." Loic again, "And you can't say 'awwwww.'" "OK, I won't say, 'awwwww." Lots more giggling. By now I was standing in the doorway watching this all play out. It was like the scene of a movie or something, and I got little butterflies in my stomach. I could see Loic in the dim light shining in from the hallway and his face was all scrunched up and his mouth was twisting just so...and he was still giggling. The suspense was about too much for me to bear, but he finally took a breath, stopped giggling, and said, "I love you, Laurence." A quick glance up at Laurence and I saw a sweet smile spread on his face and he said, "Thank you, Loic. I love you, too." I quietly closed the door, my heart swelling, my eyes tearing up...amazing.

Did you ever notice how those three little words can be so hard to say when you really mean it? It's true. Even when you're four.

North Pole Hierarchy

2011-12-07T06:59:00.001-08:00

St. Nick's ears have surely been ringing over the past several days. Everywhere I turn -- our house, Facebook, talking with friends -- he and his day (and/or night) have been the hot topic. We didn't "do" St. Nick growing up, and in fact I'd never heard of it until I moved to Wisconsin and started having kids. My husband's family observed way-back-when, so we decided once Laurence was in school and we felt the added pressure of many kids & their families celebrating, that we'd jump on the bandsleigh.

For the first couple of years for Laurence, St. Nick was all about the gift & candy. This year he & his friends are discussing more about the man himself. I cringe with every story he brings home, worrying that the combination of St. Nick & Santa Claus might finally be what makes him realize that this is all just too far-fetched to be real. But I have faith that he wants to believe in the magic, so perhaps we're safe for another year or two.

Anyway, last night we were in the car and he said that he & his friends at school were trying to figure out just who St. Nick is. Where does he live? Does he bring presents to everyone all in one night, like Santa does, or does he spread out deliveries over a few days? Are he & Santa the same guy? To this question, some say yes, apparently, others insist no. One of his buddy's argument for the latter is that they can't possibly be the same guy, because Santa is pretty old, and St. Nick is only 21. Laurence's logic then comes into play, "Mom, I know for sure they're not the same person. St. Nick comes to make sure we've been good all year and then lets Santa know which kids he can bring presents to on Christmas. He's Santa's supervisor." Takes a little pressure off of Mr. Claus, hey? Here all this time I thought he was making the list, checking it twice, and all that other behind-the-scenes managerial stuff. Turns out he just gets to be the fun guy!

Modern Discoveries

2011-11-28T16:27:00.001-08:00

In the middle of dinner Laurence says, "Mom, did you know that a square is a rectangle, but a rectangle is not a square?" I replied, "Yes, that's right...and yes, I did know that." "Really?" he asked, clearly surprised. "Well, sure," I told him. "I went to school and learned all of that stuff, too." "I know," he said, "but I figured shapes weren't discovered yet when you were a kid."

Penny, Nickel, Dime, Quarter, Euro

2011-09-27T12:16:00.000-07:00

The boys each have their own piggy bank. Actually, they have Big Belly Banks to be exac...WAIT! I am just now realizing I've never gotten Alastair a Big Belly Bank. Not sure how I messed that one up. After discovering them at a craft fair years ago, I've gotten one for almost every niece and nephew of ours, plus our two older boys, but somehow I left Alastair out. Putting that on his Christmas list right now....sorry, Al. Anyway, these banks have been a big hit - they're a fun way to learn to save. We give them coins every now and then to "feed" to their banks and occasionally head to the bank to put them in their accounts.

Just a few weeks ago Loic found a change purse with a bunch of coins inside and was sure he'd hit the jackpot. He asked if he could put them in his bank, but I took one look and realized they were not just any old coins. "This isn't American money," I told him, "You can't spend it here." He'd stumbled upon our stash of foreign coins we've collected from Bill's business trips & our time living in Europe. He was disappointed, but he & Laurence kept busy for a little while checking out the differences between the foreign money and our own American coins.

Fast forward about 2 weeks and Loic & Laurence are in the basement playing with Legos when they come upstairs, pleased as punch that they'd found two coins (American ones this time). "Can these be allowance?" Laurence asked. I was taken aback for a moment, because we've never talked about allowance, but figured he read about it in a book or something, so I just replied, "Well, you can put them in your banks!" Then he said, "They're quarters, but....this one's not like a normal quarter. It doesn't have an eagle on the back." I said, "Oh, it must be a state quarter - each state has it's own design. Some people collect them to try to get ever state." "Oh," he said rather flatly; strange from my boy who normally takes delight in anything that has anything to do with geography. "Which state is it from?" I ask. He looks at it closely and says, still with little emotion in his voice, "Rhode Island." "Hey, neat! That's where Uncle John and Aunt Aud--" "But mom," he interrupts, "Can we spend it in Wisconsin?"

National, State & Local Level

2011-08-30T11:30:00.000-07:00

This morning we were running some last minute errands before school starts and I decided to take the boys to the China Buffet for lunch (please don't tell my friends at the Panda House - they'd think I'm a traitor). I don't normally like Chinese buffets, but this was pretty decent (not as good as the Panda House, though) and really cheap - all four of us ate for under $13! Anyway, I was really cherishing our lunch together, realizing that soon our schedule will be completely different with school starting - Laurence will be gone all day and most days lunch will be a rush in order to get Loic on the bus at noon for afternoon 4K.

Anyway, we covered some important topics, such as why dragons aren't considered scary & evil in China, why paper lanterns aren't the same thing as balloons, how the Egg Drop Soup isn't as good as the soup at the Panda House, how some chicken wings actually look like little chicken legs, etc. It was all very enjoyable until...

Laurence decided it was time to discuss politics. And had questions about politics. To know me is to know this is a problem. Not only do I not particularly like discussing politics, but I am not very knowledgeable on this topic. Sad that a few questions from my almost 2nd-grader could actually make me a bit nervous. He started it with, "Does Wisconsin have a government?" Tempted to just say "no," thinking I probably wouldn't have been far off just seemed wrong, so I said, "Yes, each state has a governor, senators, State Representatives, and other officials that have a say in both state and national issues." Then he asked who decides stuff about Green Bay, and I went on to explain that we have a local government that includes people elected to office, like our mayor. "Maybe you've heard his name - Jim Schmitt," I said. "Oh, yes! Jim Schmitt. Of course I know who he is. That must be where that song comes from." Now I'm puzzled..."what song is that?" His reply was confident, "John Jacob Jimbleheimer Schmitt -- 'Jim' must just be his nickname."

Maybe politics aren't so scary after all.

Biological Family Secret

2011-07-15T14:39:00.000-07:00

We just returned home on Tuesday from nearly two weeks visiting family on both my side & Bill's side. This annual trip is always jam-packed, and the kids love being surrounded by grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, 2nd cousins, 3rd cousins, probably even cousins once or twice removed and maybe some that have been reattached. Laurence seems to have the relationships all figured out - well, until we get beyond the first cousins, but honestly I get a little lost beyond that point, too.

I'm not sure where it has come from, but since we've been home Laurence has been asking questions about "step" relatives. He doesn't have any, but he must have heard this term from someone over the past couple of weeks. Just today he was asking how a kid gets step-grandparents. He probably figures having four grandparents is great, why not get some more? Anyway, I started by explaining about step-parents and he said, "Also when someone has a child and can't take care of them, if someone else adopts them then they're their step-parents, right?" I told him adoption was something different entirely, and that the people that adopt a child are, in fact, that child's parents. Then he concluded that whoever gives the child up for adoption must become the step-parent. "No," I told him, "they're also the child's parents, sometimes called 'biological parents.'" "Biological parents?" he repeated. "What does that mean?" (Oops, I suddenly feared I had ventured into territory for which I was not prepared.) "Well," I began, "a biological mother means the person who had the baby in her tummy." I guess this clicked for him, because he said, "Oh! I get it - you mean the umbilical cord. That's where the word 'biological' comes from, so that makes sense." Hmmm, ok. Sounds good enough to me. Thankfully, we didn't get into any of the nitty gritty, so I can definitely get on board with that definition. We ended the conversation by talking about family being important, no matter what the relationship...biological, step, umbilical cord, once removed...

Gender Predictor

2011-06-20T14:19:00.000-07:00

This is old news by now, but I have three boys. Most of you have probably known this for a while. I've known this for 1 year, 5 months, and 21 days. As strange as it is for me to think that I'm a mom at all sometimes, I also know most of the time that this is how things were supposed to be. It feels completely right. What I didn't know until today is that if we were to have a 4th child (which we won't) it would be a girl. I can say this with certainty. You see, it went something (exactly) like this...

Laurence: I'm glad we have 3 boys. I don't think we need any more babies in this family.

Me: Well, that's a good thing, because we won't be having any more babies.

Laurence: If you did have another baby, it would be a girl.

Me: Oh? That's what you thought with Alastair, too, but he's a boy.

Laurence: But the 4th baby is always a girl.

Me: Really? How do you know that?

Laurence: The plumber.

Me: What? What plumber?

Laurence: Remember that plumber that was here who had six kids? He told you you should have another baby. (For the record, it was a Heating & Cooling Technician, and it was last summer that he was here...)

Me: Oh, yes, I do remember him telling me that, but---

Laurence: AND he said, "The 4th one's always a charm!" So the 4th baby is always a girl. Girls are charms, not boys.

So there you have it.

What's a Bike Lock?

2011-05-18T09:11:00.001-07:00

I was going to call this post "Thou Shalt Not Steal." Then I thought perhaps I'd be clever and name it using the corresponding number of the commandment in the Bible, but I looked it up and was surprised to find there is debate on the numbers among religious groups - is it 7, or is it 8? And I also found out on Wikipedia (yeah, I know...) that "steal" has been interpreted by some to mean "steal people." Hmm, this I never knew. For what it matters, I have always believed and practiced this to mean "steal anything." Anyway, I have no problem with people interpreting things differently, believing different things, and worrying about numbers and stuff like that, but what it boils down to is that people should just be good. Kids start out so good. As they grow & learn it's up to us to make sure they learn right from wrong, and keep being good...which to me is a pretty scary thing. Now & then I have those moments when I realize I'm doing sort of alright in this regard, and today I had one.

Loic was thrilled this morning to see that the bike trailer is now hooked onto my bike, and he's anxious to go for a ride. As much as he loves to ride his trike, riding together - he on his trike, me on my bike - is tough; if I rode any slower I'd fall off. So, I've been pumping him up to ride in the trailer with Alastair now that he's old enough, so we can venture a little further than around the block and I can actually get a little bit of exercise. I'd already told him we needed to go to the grocery store this morning, so he immediately came up with the perfect plan -- "Mom, let's take the bike & trailer to the grocery store!" I told him that would be fun, but I don't have a bike lock. "What's a bike lock?" he asked. I explained that there's a special place to park bikes and that we can't lock them like we do the car, so we need a special lock to hook them to the bike rack. Then he looks at me quizzically and says, "But mom, any person would be able to see that it's not their bike & trailer, so they wouldn't take it."

Stay good, Loic. Stay so good.

Where in the World?

2011-05-06T11:25:00.000-07:00

A few months back Spelling Bees were the big thing in our house, but lately we've moved on to Geography Bees. From Laurence, I must hear 15 times a day, "Mom, ask me questions about where stuff is in the world!" I've actually run out of questions to challenge him, and recently bought a couple of board games that we can play together. I believe I'm learning more than he is.

Clearly Loic has been paying attention and is learning right along with us (me). Want proof? This morning we were eating breakfast and Laurence wanted some strawberries, so he opened the fridge to pull out a quart and said, "Woah! There are 3 containers of strawberries in here!" (We go thru lots of fruit.) Then he says, "Why didn't you just buy one big container - the ones you get at Sam's Club?" I explained that I hadn't been to Sam's recently and he asked why. "Well," I said, "I haven't been over that way in while; it's on the other side of town, and to go just for strawberries seems kind of silly." Then Loic says, "Oh! Then Sam's Club is near China! That's on the other side, too."

Riddled with Riddles

2011-04-14T08:15:00.000-07:00

Loic has started telling riddles this week. Or at least what he thinks are riddles. Webster defines a riddle as: a mystifying, misleading, or puzzling question posed as a problem to be solved or guessed. Loic's riddles are in no way misleading and leave nothing to the imagination, because his imagination does all the work. Because I know you want them, here are some examples...

What's in the shape of a circle and hangs from the ceiling and turns around and around and around and around and has four brown things sticking out of it with a light hanging from it? (All of this while staring intently at none other than...the ceiling fan in our kitchen, of course!)

What is brown and says, "hee-haw" and has four legs? (I feel silly even giving the answer here, but you never know....a donkey!)

What is white and has water in it and green rocks and a plant and 2 fish swimming around in it? (Love this one in particular because he uses "white" instead of clear. So, there's a big hint, in case you were stumped. Yep, the fishbowl!)

What is tall and has 2 legs, 2 arms, big hands, long, yellow hair, black glasses & is wearing a shirt with circles on it? (This one might be a little more difficult for you readers because most of you didn't see what I was wearing yesterday, but it's me! I know, I know - tall & big hands?! Remember, Loic is 3 and much shorter than me...for now.)

And finally, one that is a bit puzzling....What is pointing up and hot and has broken pieces of the world melting in a big hole? (Getting back to Webster, I'm pretty sure this is how he defined a "volcano." And if not, he should have.)

The Best Medicine

2011-03-22T11:42:00.000-07:00

March 22nd. The second full day of spring. The second day of spring break for the boys. Could it be? Has spring really sprung? Nope. It's snowing. AGAIN. Snow & a wintry mix is expected to continue thru tomorrow, possibly dumping several inches before it's all done. Woo-frickin-hoo. And what else? Laurence is sick with a fever. Poor guy rarely gets sick, but to look at him today is to know he feels like crap. His cheeks are bright red, his eyes are watery, and I have yet to see his toothless smile. We missed a fun playgroup activity this morning, too, which none of us were happy about. A while ago he said he wanted to go to sleep, but after an hour of restlessness he said, "I can't sleep. I just feel awful." He actually agreed to taking some medicine, which is unheard of for him.

This is one miserable day that I want to...remember. That's right, remember. And here's why. I gave Laurence his medicine and told him it would bring his fever down and should help him be able to sleep. Just then Loic came over and sat down next to Laurence on the couch. "When you fall asleep, you can lay on me," he said, so sincerely. Laurence just looked at him and Loic continued, "You can lay here," putting his hand on his stomach, "my belly is really soft, like a pillow. You'll feel much better." Laurence didn't say anything, but I swear I saw a hint of his toothless smile. Maybe my winter funk is making me extra-emotional, but that moment was so touching, I shed a tear (or two). Loic's kind & caring words were the best kind of medicine on a day like today. Happy spring!

If You Can't Take the Heat...

2011-03-07T12:19:00.000-08:00

So, maybe you've heard, we had a bit of an oven mishap last week. Just before dinner one evening, I turned it on to heat garlic bread when a few minutes later I heard some sizzling, popping & groaning (yes, apparently an oven can groan), and turned to see white hot sparks flying around in the oven. I leaped across the kitchen to turn it off. The groaning stopped, but the sizzling & popping did not. They continued for about a half hour, in fact, while the element slowly burned much like the wick (is that what it's called?) on a stick of dynamite. It was actually rather fascinating, but I tried not to pay too much attention, for fear the boys might take interest. I know Laurence stole a glance from time to time, but he was smart to heed my warning not to get to close.

Later that night Bill was able to order a replacement element online for a rather reasonable price, and it arrived in just a couple of days. Yesterday was Element Replacement Day, and when Bill pulled the oven away from the wall to unplug it, he revealed quite a site. Not only were the sides of the oven caked with years of spillage gunk, but under the oven we found quite an assortment of treasures...there were 4 marbles, bits of dogfood (not even the brand we used to use -- maybe from the previous owner?), 2 pennies, a plastic lizard tail, a bean from the "Don't Spill the Beans" game, jellybeans, 3 super balls, a sippy cup valve, the tube from my turkey baster, a 2-pack of plastic scrapers, magnetic Leapfrog letters, part of a candy cane, and a harmonica, to name a few. Oh, and dust. Lots and lots of greasy, sticky dust. As I was standing there trying to come up with a plan of attack, Bill pulled out the burned element. "Woah guys!" he yelled to Laurence and Loic, "Look at this! It's crazy!" Laurence was at his side immediately, fascinated to see the now bubbly, burned up old element, while Loic hopped over (wherever he goes these days, he's hopping) and instead stuck his head around the stove to see the mess I was looking at on the floor. "Woah, that IS crazy!" he exclaimed. Then, very seriously, "No WONDER the oven doesn't work."

Get Your Freak On!

2011-01-27T10:58:00.000-08:00

Today we're eating lunch and Alastair is eating little pieces of bagel with cream cheese. He's shoving them in as fast as I can give them to him so I say, "Slow down, baby!" and Loic says, "He's soooo hungry today!" Then I say, "Yep, and I think he's a bagel freak!" Loic says, "You're right mom, he IS a big ol' freak." Yep, that's one I'm gonna want to remember.

AT-A-GLANCE

2011-01-26T08:51:00.000-08:00

At our house someone is almost always talking. At least that's the case between about 7 a.m. and 7:30 p.m. The constant talking I can handle (most of the time), but inevitably, along with the non-stop chatter, comes a huge pet peeve of mine...interrupting. It happens far to often despite my constant (gentle) reminding. I know, it's a kid thing. Heck, I know adults that can't even refrain. But still, it will never stop annoying me. Anyway, this morning Loic was telling me a story and Laurence walks in the room and without a second thought says, "Mom, where's my--" I stop him right there. "Laurence, Loic was talking. Wait until he is finished, please. Why do you always interrupt him?" Laurence know that when I ask him a question, no matter how silly it seems, he better have an answer. Here's the one I got -- "It's part of my morning routine." Nice. Time to take a peek at this kid's daily planner.

What's Your Love Language?

2011-01-19T17:45:00.001-08:00

I recently read a book that was recommended to me by my sister a few years back called "The 5 Love Languages," by Gary Chapman. She actually teaches a class based on the concept, and had given me a brief rundown. I just never took the time to read the book, but now I'm really glad I did. It was one of those where I often found myself nodding in agreement as I read, which seemed sort of silly, but it just happened. In case your not familiar with Gary Chapman's ideas, I'll explain them the way they makes sense to me. What I took away from "The 5 Love Languages," is that everyone expresses and interprets love in different ways, but that we all have a primary "language," which when spoken to us, makes us feel the most loved and fulfilled in a relationship. The languages are Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Receiving Gifts, and Acts of Service. Where it gets tricky is that unless we take the time to figure out what language others speak, we tend to speak the language that is the most meaningful to us, sometimes leaving the other person feeling empty and not loved like they want to be. I don't think that's exactly how I wanted to say what I want to say, so you should read the book. Or, if you want to, learn more here: http://www.5lovelanguages.com/. Or do both.

Anyway, I have been thinking a lot about this thing and how to apply what I've learned not just in my marriage, but with my kids, too. I've been wondering what language Laurence & Loic speak, and tonite I think I figured it out. I am now on the road to being a better mom. Here's how it went down:

Bill went out to run an errand right after dinner, and I was sitting with the boys while they attempted to finish what was on their plates. Laurence, though not thrilled, ate every speck of his stir fry. I was pretty shocked and said, "Wow, Laurence! You did it! I'm really proud of you for eating all of your chicken and vegetables even though you didn't like it all that much." He grinned ear-to-ear and said, "Thanks, Mom! I like when you're proud of me. I'm proud of myself, too." And whaddya know, "The 5 Love Languages" popped into my head. So I said, "Laurence, I have a question for you. When do you feel the most loved? Maybe it's something someone says or something someone does. Anything." He thought for a moment and said, "Can I say one thing you say and one thing you do?" "Sure," I said. (Keep in mind, we don't all speak just one of the languages, but most people do have a primary language, with some of the others thrown in.) He said, "I feel really loved when you say things like what you just said. That you're proud of me for something I did. I really like that." "OK," I said, "and something I do?" He thought for another moment, and said, "I actually can't think of anything. Just when you say nice stuff." So, what's his primary love language? Words of Affirmation. Loud & clear. Then he asked me what makes me feel loved, and I told him when someone does something for me without asking, like when he cleans up the living room without being asked, or at least does it without hesitation when asked. So there you go. I speak "Acts of Service." (Quality Time is a close 2nd.)

Next it was Loic's turn. So I attempted to discover his love language, though I was pretty sure he wasn't really following the conversation. "Loic," I said, looking him in the eye, "what's something I say or do that makes you feel the most loved?" Without pause he got up, walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly (He does get it! Loic's language is physical touch! It's gotta be...). But then he looked up at me with the biggest grin and said, "I feel loved when you marry me!"

Belly Ache

2011-01-06T19:42:00.001-08:00

I can't let an entire month go by without a post, so here goes. I'm thinking this is one of those "I guess you had to be there moments," but...well, I WAS there, and someday I'll look back and read this post and remember the serious look on Loic's face, the tone of concern in his voice, and how Laurence & I laughed until I coughed (my latest gauge of a truly feel-good moment ever since my last chest cold a month & a half ago).

This evening the boys were supposed to have swimming lessons, but Jenny the instructor called me this afternoon to tell me she was not feeling well and was heading home for the day. When Laurence got home from school he was all kinds of excited to go to the pool, but Loic told him, "We can't go until next time." When Laurence asked why Loic replied (serious look, tone of concern), "She's sick. I think she has apostrophes in her belly." Poor guy, he truly was concerned. Poor Jenny! I've heard those apostrophes are rare, but serious and can really create gastric distress. I wonder if they're catching...

My Mommy is a...

2010-12-08T13:45:00.000-08:00

Loic & I were reading together today, and there's a book called "Animal Babies on the Farm," that goes something like this:

Oink! Oink! I have a curly pink tail? Who is my baby? (Turn the page.) My mommy is a pig. I am her piglet.

I was reading up to the "My mommy is a..." part, letting him complete the sentence. Then read, "I am her..." and again, let him complete the sentence. The book continues...

Baa! My coat is thick & wooly. Who is my mommy? My mommy is a...

Sheep!

I am her...

baby sheep! (The book says, "lamb," but that's ok.)

Moo! I live in a grassy field. Who is my mommy? My mommy is a...

Cow!

I am her...

um...cowboy?

My Bucket Runneth Over

2010-11-24T12:24:00.000-08:00

Speaking of running over, yesterday I was out shopping with Loic & Alastair in tow and it got to be lunchtime, so we stopped for a bite to eat. Loic, who has been doing unbelievably well with his independent toileting needs since deciding he was done with diapers a few weeks back, says rather urgently, "I need to go to the bathroom!" So we quickly run to the back of the restaurant into the bathroom and as he's whipping down his pants he said, "Uh oh, I got some pee on my pants!" He was pretty concerned and as I glanced down I said, "Well, how much pee?" He said, "About 2 pounds." I tried not to chuckle, seeing how upset he was, and said, "Oh, that's ok. That's not much," to which he replied, "Then it's FOUR pounds!"

But that has nothing to do with the "bucket" I referred to in the title of this post. THAT bucket is shown to the left.

Usually I like to write about things that make me laugh, and this really didn't (ok, maybe it did just a little), but I wanted to preserve it here. How sweet is this? Apparently it was "Appreciation Day" at school, and the assignment was to fill someone's bucket with words telling them what you appreciate about them. Bill & I were both touched that he made a bucket for the two of us. To think that someone not only likes my cooking, but thinks it's "the best" is really something. Gives me the confidence I need heading into creating Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. I only hope I have a little more to offer than just my culinary skills. Yikes, I can see my headstone now...

Anyway, this (and every) Thanksgiving my bucket runneth over. I have much to be thankful for, and think we should all start celebrating "Appreciation Day" every day. If you like someone's cooking, tell them. Thanks for the reminder, my Loveabal Laurence.

Overheard from the Bathroom Stall

2010-11-02T16:00:00.000-07:00

Before I had kids I used to giggle uncontrollably at the conversations I'd often hear in the public bathroom stalls next to me -- you know the ones between a parent and a newly potty training or trained child. Then, about 3 years ago, it was my turn with Laurence. Suddenly those conversations were no longer funny. Strangers now giggled at us. I was downright humiliated. But then along came Loic. I'm sure partly because he's my second child, perhaps second BOY, and even more so because he's, well, LOIC, but these conversations no longer phase me. They make me laugh. Besides, they give me material for this here blog. Loic being potty trained is very recent news in our house, and here's a couple of snippets of what's gone down in some local and not-so-local public stalls lately...

Loic: Is this the girl bathroom or the boy bathroom?

Me: It's the girl bathroom -- you're not ready to go in the boy bathroom by yourself.

Loic: Why?

Me: Because you still need some help. (Somewhat under my breath...shuddering) And I don't want you to touch....things.

Loic: Oh yeah...help me unbutton my pants, Mommo, I have to PEEEEEE!

Me: Right, well that's why we're here.

Loic: Hey, I hear someone coming! It must be a girl. She has to pee, too! Or maybe poop. Do you think she has to pee or poop?

Me: I don't know. It's none of my busin----DON'T TOUCH the toilet!

Loic: Why?

Me: Because it has germs. Try to touch as little as possible.

Loic: OK. Can I touch the wall?

Me: No.

Loic: Can I touch the floor?

Me: No.

Loic: Can I touch the door?

Me: No.

Loic: Can I touch that girl peeing?

Me: NO!

Loic: I pooped. (Singing now) Now you have to WIPE meeeee! Wait, Mommo! Don't touch the toilet paper! It has germs.

And so on. No, I don't make this stuff up. Those of you with kids can relate. Did you notice my name? Mommo. That's new news, too. I think it has a nice ring to it.

Recent Revelations

2010-10-21T06:16:00.000-07:00

Each of the three boys have made some interesting and potentially life-altering discoveries about their respective worlds over the past week....

Alastair (if he could talk): Army crawling is the way to get from here to there. The faster I go, the more ground I can cover & the more stuff I can get into. Also, mom's a great cook. I love her mac 'n cheese, lasagna, Chicken a la King, and Cheesy Pasta with Tomato & Artichoke.

Laurence (after spending several minutes studying a map of the world in a library book): Mom, I've noticed that the continents are a lot like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I think they all used to be hooked together, but then they broke apart. (Wow...)

Loic (this morning at breakfast): Butter is good. I like it on toast with cinnamon. And I like it on pasta with cheese. And I like it on bagels...but cream cheese is the butter I like the BEST!

Trail Diary

2010-10-04T12:52:00.000-07:00

I woke up this morning knowing it was just right for a you-ride, I'll-walk jaunt with the two younger boys. We had nothing on our agenda except grocery shopping, so I piled Loic's trike and Alastair's stroller in the back of the Acadia and we made our way to the East River Trail. During the short drive I could almost feel the crisp air, slight breeze, and warm sun on my back; longed for the smell of fall in the air, the sound of leaves crunching under our feet & wheels...along with a little exercise and time alone with my thoughts. We get to the trail, get everything & everyone unloaded, and set out. The air was crisp, there was a slight breeze, the sun felt warm on my back; I breathed in the smell of fall in the air, gazed at the leaves that are well on their way to peak color, and spent the next hour alone with....LOIC'S thoughts. HO-LEE-COW can that boy talk. I remember Laurence at this age and thinking 3 was utterly exhausting. Loic has been 3 for just a little over two months and has put Laurence to shame. Here's just a small sample of our conversation along the trail...

(Just as we approach the main path from the trailhead, it begins.)

Loic: Is this the path? Where I can ride my bike?

Me: Yes.

Loic: Why is this the path?

Me: Because this is where people walk and ride their bikes.

Loic: Is that a bridge?

Me: Yes.

Loic: Are we going under that bridge?

Me: Yes.

Loic: Does the path go under the bridge?

Me: Yes.

Loic: Why does the path go under the bridge?

(I pretend not to hear him...it works.)

Loic: What if I go in the lake mom? I don't want to go in the lake.

Me: It's a river, and you won't go in it. Just stay on the path.

Loic: Why should I stay on the path?

Me: So you don't go in the lake...I mean river.

Loic: Oh. You said lake, Mom!

(We are all of 25 yards into our walk by now.)

Loic: Hey, now we're going into the woods! Why are the woods like a jungle?

Me: Well, it's not really a jungle. I'd call it the woods. Jungle's are a lot more--

Loic: YES it IS a jungle!

(Why do I even bother?)

Loic: Are there animals in the woods?

Me: Yes, some small animals & lots of birds.

Loic: I don't see any animals.

Me: Maybe if we're really quiet, we won't scare them and you can see some!

(It didn't work.)

Loic: What's that quacking?

Me: Oh! There are some ducks swimming in the river. See?

Loic: Yes! Why are they ALL quacking?

Me: That's how ducks talk to each other.

Loic: Why are they ducks?

(Seriously, kid?)

Loic: Hey, why is that boy on a bike?

(I guess we're done with the ducks. I look and there's a boy on a bike with his mom.)

Me: For the same reason you are. It's fun & good exercise.

Loic: I like taking exercise. Does that boy like taking exercise?

Me: Yes, I suppose he does.

Loic: Who's that man?

(Trying not to think about the mystery I'm reading about this serial killer who watches his prey from the woods, I glance away from the boy and breathe a sigh of relief when I see a man on a tractor as we're approaching a clearing.)

Me: I don't know him, but it looks like he's working here.

Loic: Why's he working here?

Me: He's spraying something...probably to keep bugs away.

(The man stops because he's gotten a phone call.)

Loic: Why did he stop?

Me: He's on the phone.

Loic: With who?

Me: I don't know, maybe someone from work.

Loic: Where does he work?

(Now a man approaches on a bike.)

Me: OK, here's comes a person on a bike, move to the right to let him by.

Loic (as the man passes): But that's a MAN. You said person.

Me: Men are people.

Loic: Are ladies people? And babies? And moms & dads?

Me: Yes, we are all people.

Loic: But not animals. Why do animals live in the woods?

Me: Because they don't build the kind of houses we do. They have houses made of sticks & leaves & grass, some even live in trees.

Loic: Oh, they live in the woods. They don't live in the zoo, like we do.

(What? I just let that one slide.)

(We walked for almost an hour and there was never a lull in the conversation. NEVER. We walked on the path, came to a park, made a loop around the park and headed back the way we came. As we approached the little bridge just before the trailhead I had a moment of déjà vu...)

Loic: Is that a bridge?

Me: Yes.

Loic: Are we going under that bridge?

Me: Yes.

Loic: Does the path go under the bridge?

Me: Yes.

Loic: Why does the path go under the bridge?

Would someone PLEASE tell this kid why the path goes under the bridge?!?

Patent Pending

2010-08-30T16:49:00.000-07:00

The soon-to-be-first-grader and I have had some very interesting conversations lately. From tidal waves (and his concern over whether one will ever engulf our friends' cottage on Shawano Lake, about 50 miles northwest of Green Bay) to nightmares about the Gum Monster (?), he has definitely kept me on my toes today.

Just over dinner he asked me why daddies can't feed their babies milk. Before I could respond, he said, "Oh wait! They can. They can give them bottles. With formula. Or......." He paused briefly. "I was going to say they could put the mommy's milk in a bottle, but I don't know HOW they would do that." Seemed like a great time to bring up his visit to his Great Uncle Tom's farm this summer, so I did. That was all he needed and he proceeded to tell me how Uncle Tom milks his cows, right down to the "vitamin" he gives each one to let the cow's brain know it's time to make the milk come out. "Do mommies get that, too?" he wanted to know. "Maybe some mommies..." I said. Satisfied with figuring out the milking process (both bovine & human), he went on to tell Loic, "Babies drink milk when they're born. My whole family was born. Alastair was born. You were born. Mom was born. And Dad was born." I said, "What about you, Laurence? Weren't you born?" "Nope," he answered. "I was INVENTED!" Sometimes I wonder...

Goin' Green...or Not

2010-08-27T13:23:00.000-07:00

I can't say we're an incredibly environmentally conscious family, but we try to do our best. OK, so maybe our "best" simply means we recycle, but at least it's something, right? (Oh, and we also have some of those fancy light bulbs, too.) Anyway, watching as my kids have caught on to the recycling craze is kind of neat -- I can't even remember when recycling really took off, but as a kid, I certainly never thought twice before throwing something in the garbage can. It makes me feel good that the boys can identify, for the most part, what gets recycled and what doesn't. And I think they even know what recycling means (sort of). We are well on our way to raising good little citizens.

Or so I thought...

The other day we were walking at the park and Loic finished a bottle of water (oops -- bottled water. Certainly NOT environmentally friendly.) He dropped the bottle and kept walking. I asked, "Did you just drop that bottle on the ground?" "Yesss!" he replied enthusiastically. "Why would you do that? You should put it in the trash ca...er, recycling," I said. Then he replies, singing a little song, "Nope, I can throw it on the ground, because the world is one biiiiiig trash cannnnn!" So much for my eco-friendly little guy. I have no idea where he came up with that, but it seems we've got a ways to go!

Fuzzy Genealogy Lines

2010-07-22T06:27:00.000-07:00

Laurence has taken an interest in his genealogy lately, and I do believe he has it all figured out. Here was our conversation this morning...

Laurence: How much Irish am I again?

Me: One-eighth. Your great-grandfather on dad's side was 100% Irish.

Laurence: How much French am I?

Me: Also one-eighth. Baka's dad's family was from France.

(Pause...calculating...)

Laurence: OH! Then I must be A LOT Maryland!

How Would You Describe It?

2010-07-20T12:56:00.000-07:00

I'm sure I've blogged about this before, and if you know me well you probably know this -- I absolutely LOVE watching language skills develop. This is perhaps my favorite part of seeing my kids grow & learn. Loic is at the prime age now -- he's still mispronouncing many things, and is at that point where he can really describe things well, to get his point across even if he can't come up with the appropriate word.

I'm going to pause for a moment to mention a few of my favorite mispronunciations - I haven't done it in about a year and unfortunately I'm sure I've missed many!

Remokadoke -- remote control

Bayduhder -- refrigerator

Cinderella Cheese -- mozzerella cheese

Owter Ellwurst -- Alastair Ellsworth (He's actually saying this one a bit better now, but this was my favorite version.)

I only have one example to share as far as his ability to describe something -- he often gives great visuals, but the others are escaping me just now. Just this morning he was watching Sesame Street and the skit had several animals in it. He adores animals of all kinds, but that's a lot of names to know, you know? He says, "Hey mom, look! What's that animal? The one with the...little hill?" It was none other than a camel, of course!

In My Expert Opinion...

2010-07-15T20:40:00.000-07:00

Today Laurence was a bit distraught to discover a "white thing" on the underside of his big toe. "It's not sore...but it feels funny. And it looks sort of like a little jellyfish. What is it, Mom?" he asked. I knew from his description it had to be a blister, of course, but I was busy with Alastair and told him I'd look at it in a few minutes. Just then Loic walks in the room and went right over to examine the toe, too. Though he generally has a queasy stomach when it comes to skin and related conditions, Laurence convinced him to feel it. "Do YOU know what it is Loic?" Laurence asked him. "Yes, Laurly. I do. It's a squishy polka dot."

Tour de Lance

2010-07-12T19:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we turned the Tour de France on briefly, and caught repeat footage of one of Lance Armstrong's falls. The announcers then spoke about his race for a bit, as the camera followed him as he continued on the ascent. Laurence pipes up and says, "They keep talking about Lance Armstrong, but where is he?" I said, "He's right there, in the red & black jersey with the number 21 on it." He said, "That's not Lance Armstrong." "Yes, it is. See the rider with the ripped jersey? That's because he fell -- it's Lance." "Are you sure, Mom?" "Yes, I'm positive." He quieted, and I thought he was satisfied, but apparently not. "No, Mom. That's definitely not him. He always wears yellow."

Sistah K's Take

2010-06-25T06:56:00.000-07:00

Sistah M, Sistah A and their kids stayed with us for 3 days earlier this week. Sistah A had never met Loic before, and hadn't seen Laurence in 3 years. Just prior to their visit, they also spent 2 days with Sistah K, who had the pleasure of spending an entire week with the boys last summer. Sistah M recounted this conversation that took place between Sistah A and Sistah K...

Sistah A: So, I've never met Loic before...and I haven't seen Laurence in a long time. How would you describe them?

Sistah K: They are completely different.

Sistah A: What do you mean?

Sistah K: Well...Laurence prefers to read about the world...and Loic would rather LICK it!

Georgie Porgie

2010-06-15T08:59:00.000-07:00

Loic has been singing about Georgie Porgie for well over a week now. Apparently he's tired of the same old lyrics, because this morning he made up some of his own. Not only did Georgie Porgie kiss the girls and make them cry, but he has a yard, and a house with a fire place. He has a dad, who put some wood to burn in the fire place, which made Georgie Porgie run away. (Poor Georgie...he seems to fear not only boys playing, but a nice crackling fire, too.) I asked Loic to tell me more about Georgie Porgie, but he just shook his head and said, "No mom, I can't." When I asked him why he said, "Because he's gone!"

Summer Lovin'

2010-06-11T13:43:00.001-07:00

Laurence finished kindergarten on Tuesday and he was asking if he would get to see any of his friends over the summer. I assured him we'd get to see at least one or two, whose moms I know, but the others I wasn't sure. He asked, "Well....what about my girlfriend?" I knew he had a "girlfriend" because he'd mentioned her a few times, so this came as no surprise to me. I said I didn't think so, unless we happened to run into her somewhere, because I don't even know her mom's name, phone number, or where they live. Then I said, "Come to think of it, I don't even remember your girlfriend's name. What is it again?" (I actually did, but wanted to see if he & the same girl were still an item!) He hesitated, then said slowly, "Catherine*...WHY?! Are you going to put it on Facebook?" I chuckled, but the look on his face told me this was no laughing matter, so I straightened up and said, "No, of course not." Funny that he's six and uses the word 'Facebook' and (thinks he) understands what Facebook is. Good thing he never mentioned NOT putting it on my blog...

*Note: Name has been changed to protect Laurence & "Catherine's" privacy! (Plus I remembered once I published this post that this blog is linked to Facebook, and my conscious got the best of me.)

Rest in Peace, Paul

2010-06-04T05:30:00.000-07:00

Last night we were eating dinner and Loic had 3 helpings of salad, complete with "that white sauce," aka Newman's Own Ranch Dressing. As I was pouring some on, he looks thoughtfully at the bottle and says, "The man from Imagination Movers!" See for yourself...not a bad comparison, really. See Paul Newman (as featured on the bottle of Ranch) here, and Smitty here. Loic is definitely observant. But poor Paul. He's gotta be rolling over in his grave.

Baby Teeth

2010-05-18T06:19:00.000-07:00

Loic smiles at Alastair and he smiles back.

Loic asks, "Laurly, why Alastair have no teeth?"

Laurly answers, "Because teeth need strong roots before they can grow. Right now Alastair only has seeds."

Machine Wash Cold

2010-05-10T20:00:00.001-07:00

Laurence found a dryer sheet sticking out from between the sofa cushions today. He thought it was a Color Catcher that didn't catch any color. My explanation of what it really was and what it was for sparked quite a conversation about laundry. Woo hoo. Anyway, at one point he said he'd heard that if you wash clothes with hot water, or dry them with hot air, they can shrink, and wanted to know if that was true. Who else does he discuss laundry with? Anyway, I told him it was, and explained that certain fabrics shrink easily, some not so easily, and some not at all. He said, "So clothes really CAN shrink? Are you sure?" (He's really been questioning my knowledge on a variety of topics....ok ALL topics, lately. He's 6 and already thinks he knows it all. Great.) I assured him that yes, shrinkage happens. He said, "But does it happen to REAL people?" Apparently it must happen to the fake people he knows? They must be the ones telling him this stuff. Next time he questions me, perhaps I'll send him to them for the answers.

Trick Question?

2010-04-28T06:19:00.000-07:00

Laurence was packing his backpack for school this morning, and paused to read the label on his envelope that comes home from the office every Tuesday...

Laurence: "O'Neil. Laurence Emmerson. Grade 5K." A short pause... "Mom, do you know Mrs. Winter's last name?"

Me: "Winter."

Laurence: "Oh, right! Then her first name must be Advisor."

Beginners Lesson in Camera Parts

2010-04-27T11:52:00.000-07:00

If you've come here for a lesson is DSLR photography, stick around, you might actually learn a thing or two. I've just begun the journey myself with this fine Nikon D40 beauty you see pictured here. We were thrilled to have the chance to purchase this camera from a friend, who recently upgraded to go pro. She's quite talented...in fact, it would be well worth your time to give her website look, after you're done here, of course. By the way, if you know me you'll notice we share the same last name, which is totally coincidence. I do, however, think she chose me as the new owner to keep her baby in the "family." (She really did call it her "baby!" Oh, the pressure....)

Anway, we've had some fun with the camera and have gotten some pretty decent shots, for beginners. We also purchased a new lens this past weekend and it came with a hood, which you can see in the picture - it's the slightly flared cylinder that surrounds the end of the lens (and lens cap, in this case). This hood is the reason for this post and the picture, actually, so look very, very closely... As Bill was putting it on, Laurence was watching very intently and said, "I know what that's for..." Not really surprised based on the information the kid absorbs, we both turn to him just as he says, "It's so the camera can't bite its stitches!"

That's the extent of your photography lesson folks. (Now go back and check out that link.)

What Do You See? I See a...

2010-04-14T09:08:00.000-07:00

"Mommy, read 'Brown Bear, Brown Bear,'" is music to my ears. Of the hundreds of kids' books we have in our house, "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?" has got to be the most requested of all. It was always a favorite of Laurence's, and one of the first books he "read" (memorized). In case you're not familiar with this well known book, written by Bill Martin, Jr. and illustrated by Eric Carle, each page introduces a new animal and a new color, in the repetitive format "Brown bear, brown bear, what do you see? I see a red bird looking at me. Red bird, red bird, what do you see? I see a yellow duck looking at me." and so on. Laurence worked very hard to learn every animal and every color, and once he mastered that, he'd guess the animal on the next page before turning it, and quickly memorized the order, eventually being able to recite the book without having to turn a single page. This is very telling of his learning style & personality. And then there's Loic. He's also loved this book for quite some time, and has moved on from the boring old memorization of a few months back. We, or I should say, he, read the book last night, and here's how it went:

Brown bear, brown bear what do you see?

I see a red bird, with a black eye, and a beak, and brown feet looking at me.

Red bird, red bird, what do you see?

I see a yellow duck with purple feet looking at me.

Yellow duck with purple feet, yellow duck with purple feet, what do you see?

I see a blue horse with sharp teeth that says "neigh" looking at me.

Blue horse with sharp teeth, blue horse with sharp teeth, what do you see?

I see a green frog, with a purple tongue, blue eyes, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, a toe, and another a toe looking at me.

Can you picture it? He pointed to each of the frog's sixteen toes as he "read," and on he went, observing details I'm not even sure I've noticed in the 36,263 times I've read the book.

Ah yes, our boys. Laurence the regimented, self-challenging intellect, and Loic the creative, detail-oriented free-spirit. What will Alastair be like? Only time, and a few more thousand readings of "Brown Bear, Brown Bear," will tell.

Fido Has a...

2010-03-31T17:40:00.000-07:00

Spring has sprung! We've learned over the past couple of weeks that all of neighbors are still alive and well after the 6-month hibernation. The birds are singing, the days are getting longer, and we've fired up the grill. And finally we can play in our back yard once again. We stayed out until almost dark tonite and the sights and sounds made for some interesting conversation. The following, in particular, I think is worth sharing...

Me: Oh, there's Fido. Hello, Fido! (Yes, I often talk to dogs, even Fido, the old, overweight, annoying hound-type mix next door.)

Fido: (Nothing. Not even a glance in our direction. Maybe his hearing is going...)

Loic: Fido has a butt!

Me: Yes, he does. All dogs have butts, in fact.

Laurence: Yep, and all dogs have penises.

Me: No, not girl dogs.

Laurence (with a puzzled look of misunderstanding): What? Not bull dogs? Bull dogs don't have penises?

What seems like minute goes by, me laughing until my face hurt and unable to get the words out, until finally...

Me: I said, "Not GIRL dogs."

Laurence: Ohhhh! Right. Girl dogs have loo-la-las.

The rest of the conversation went in one ear and out the other. I could barely get past this. Who calls them that? Some girl in his class, apparently. The kid is in kindergarten. What's he going to come home with next?

I'll Have an Order of Chicken Lo Mein & a New Pair of Sneaks, Please

2010-03-18T12:29:00.000-07:00

Loic is featured in this post. That kid has quite a natural sense of humor, and appears to be developing a memory to rival his older brother's. Backing up to about a year ago, the family was making our weekly visit to our favorite chinese restaurant, the Panda House. I can't say enough about the place -- amazing food, fast service, and the friendliest of owners. In fact, let me digress by saying that just a few weeks after Alastair was born, Bill came home with carry out and handed me a little red envelope, from the owners, he said. Inside was a crisp ten dollar bill! It's a gift for the baby, she'd told him, and on our next visit explained to me that you give money when a new baby is born to friends or family, to bring the child good luck. Honestly, I was blown away by the gesture. And this wasn't the first of it's kind...

Back to our visit a year ago...that evening the owner came to our table carrying a pair of sandals and asked if we thought they would fit Laurence. I said I thought so, and she explained that her father brought them from China for her son, but they were much too small, so she thought of us. Laurence was so proud and couldn't wait for warmer weather to wear his new treasures. Once summer came he would tell everyone he encountered that his sandals were from the Panda House. Eventually he wore the straps right off. But what a special gift -- sandals from China! Anyway, I said this was to be about Loic and it is...read on!

Sunday night we went to eat once again at the Panda House. Loic & I shared Chicken Lo Mein, which isn't at all relevant, but let me tell you, theirs is amazing! Afterwards we headed next door to Target to get a few things, including a new pair of sneakers for Loic. (He has a fine pair, but needed a 2nd since he seems to be able to find every mud puddle within a 200 yard radius of wherever we are, constantly leaving him with wet shoes. So the old pair will become his romping sneaks.) The next day we were getting ready to go to the grocery store and Loic asked if he could wear his new sneakers. Assuming we'd be puddle-free from here to there, I agreed. As I was tying them he said, "Are these my shoes from the Panda House?" I burst out laughing and looked up -- he was giving me that sly Loic look that he's perfected. Before I could answer he laughed and said, "No, they're from Target!" Oh, it felt good to laugh together like that, and I have his sense of humor and incredible memory to thank. Keep those moments coming, kid!

February 29

2010-03-05T05:42:00.000-08:00

Laurence is really trying to understand time these days. From how long 3 hours is, to how many months until Christmas, etc. Yesterday he asked how many days until Loic's birthday, which is July 31st. I was explaining that we can estimate, because we know it's about 5 months away, and months have about 30 days...and there's where I got interrupted. I should have know that Laurence is NOT about estimating. "Well," he says, "some months DO have 30 days, but some have 31, and February has 28...except when it's a hopping year, because then it has 29."

More Good Stuff from the Table

2010-02-25T15:37:00.000-08:00

A few of the recent conversations in our household....

This one over dinner tonite, which was meatball lasagna --

Laurence: Do meatballs come from cows?

Me: Yes, if they're beef meatballs they are made from meat from cows.

Laurence: But I thought cows only made milk.

Me: Well, dairy cows give us milk, beef cows give us meat.

Laurence: But why don't we get milk from all cows, since they all have those pink things that hang down?

Me: Umm....

And this one out of the blue the other day, no particular setting --

Laurence: All people in Oklahoma have mustaches.

Me: Really?

Laurence: Yes. I know they do. And some have cowboy hats.

Me: I see.

That's all I have time for right now...

Overheard at the Dinner Table

2010-02-11T16:33:00.001-08:00

While I love taking the time to write my usual 2 to 3 paragraph posts, the additional person in this house, though small, has made using the computer beyond a few minutes at a time rather difficult these days. I feel like I've let so many questions and comments slip by that would normally appear here. So, here is my first of probably many short yet thought-provoking "overheard at the dinner table" (actually it's a dinner counter at our house) posts:

Mom, why do grandpas and grandmas seem to have skin that is too big for their bones? Mine is tanner than my grandpa's, and it seems to fit me a lot better.

State your Name & Age, Please

2010-02-09T15:39:00.000-08:00

If you've seen Loic recently you've undoubtedly been asked the all-important question, "What your name?" He asks everyone he encounters, regardless of whether he knows their name or not. Strangers, friends, people on TV...they all get interrogated until they answer. And even then, he may ask again, just to be sure. In fact, though he knows BOTH of my names, Mommy & Jan, he asks me this very question at least 15 times a day. Life is all about names right now.

Last night as the boys were heading upstairs Bill says, "Goodnight Laurence. Goodnight Loic. Goodnight Cooper!" (My maiden name, by which he calls me frequently. Sometimes Cooper, sometimes Coop. No, I wasn't really going to bed, but this has become a cruel little joke between us since the baby was born and I have no true bedtime. Funny. Ha, ha.) Loic stops mid-stairway and says, "Mommy, Dad said, 'Goodnight Cooper.'" Though he's heard him call me this thousands of times, it was understandably puzzling him because of his recent obsession with names. Laurence chimes in before I have a chance, "Cooper was Mommy's last name before she married Daddy." "Oh!" was all Loic said. He was satisfied.

The conversation with Laurence took an unexpected turn, however. As he climbed into bed he said, "When I find someone I want to marry, how will I find out how old they are?" I told him this is something you usually discuss early on when you meet someone, but of course I had to ask him why this was on his mind. "Well," he said, "I DEFINITELY want to marry a girl younger than me. So, I will need to ask her how old she is first." Still not following, I said, "OK, but why?" Silly of me not to know...."BECAUSE I want her to have MY last name after we get married." What? But, I didn't pursue it any further. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation....nah, this is just life thru the eyes of a six-year-old.

It's a...

2010-01-14T17:01:00.000-08:00

BOY! And BOY, do I feel remiss for not posting sooner to introduce our new family member, who is now 2 weeks and 1 day old! Hopefully you can forgive me...but after the backlash we received for not posting on Facebook until several hours after he was born, it seems doubtful. Anyway, I certainly have been intending to make my re-entry into the blogging world, but things have been a wee bit busy at our house. What prompted me to do so today is that a friend of a friend has apparently been missing my posts, which makes me feel pretty dern good! People I don't even know actually read my stuff. Thanks!

Without further delay, please help me welcome to this wild & crazy world, ALASTAIR ELLSWORTH O'NEIL, born on Wednesday, December 30, 2009, at 7:49 a.m. He weighed a whopping 9 pounds 13 ounces and was 20 1/4 inches long. Though I've been living in a fog since, I do realize now would be an appropriate time to post a picture. Here he is the day he was born:

No doubt there is some wonder about his name. 'Tis a mouthful, hey? We truly struggled with names this time around, especially boy names. Up until 2 days before he was born, we only had one boy first name we could agree on, and neither one of us was crazy about it. So, Bill had the brilliant idea of scouring his e-mail address book for work, 5000-some names from all over the world. Our top two boy names therefore surfaced just a day or so before he arrived.

Alastair is the name of a consultant Bill's company contracts with, who he first met when they traveled together to South Korea six years ago. He liked his name immediately, but we never considered using it until now. And I'm so glad we did! It's Scottish, and for those who need to know, means "Man's defender..."

Ellsworth was my paternal grandfather's middle name, but it's what most people called him. I've wanted to use it as a middle name since we started having kids, but it never seemed to fit just right. This time it definitely did.

We've certainly gotten plenty of comments on the name, and a few people have even said they like it. Some of the responses from people who learned of his name by phone the day he was born: "Oh...Wow!" "That's a mouthful!" "Huh." Other comments since: "Oh...Wow!" "That's a mouthful!" "Huh." Don't get me wrong, there have been some positive reactions, too. A few people have said it sounds regal, important, it's a name to live up to, etc. People had to expect a unique name from us, and unique is what they got. By far the most noteworthy response so far was that of one of Bill's co-workers. He wasn't holding his opinion back at all when he said, "Oh no! Why would you do THAT to him?" To us his name is just like him -- perfect.

Santa Baby!

2009-12-16T19:46:00.000-08:00

Somehow the past 8 1/2 months have snuck by with many fewer pregnancy-related postings than I'd anticipated. So with only about 2 weeks to go, I thought I'd post a picture of me and what I'm guessing will be our biggest newborn yet! (Well...our biggest newborn period. As much as I love being pregnant, three is it. I'm cherishing these last few weeks...days...moments!?) If you remember my posting a few weeks back about measurements, today I measured 43 cm at 37 weeks. Doc is saying we are just not capable of making small babies. Bring on the baby rolls!

This time around we're struggling with names. It shouldn't be, but this is stressing me out. Bill says we can just wait and see the baby, and maybe the name will just come to us. Or maybe it won't. He's comfortable with waiting a day or two or three to name the baby after it's born. Me? I try not to think about it because it may just put me into labor...

Anyway, it's been fun to get suggestions from friends and family as to what we should call this little one. The fact that we don't know if it's a boy or girl makes it even more fun, in my opinion. I do have to share a couple of the names that were recently posed to me. Boy - Simon. Girl - Simone. Neither name terribly unusual nor particularly funny, but it was the reason behind the suggestion that has left me somewhat perplexed, and gave me a good chuckle. Said Wendy, a friend and fellow mom, just last week, "Remember...Simon or Simone. Both great names! And besides, you look like a Simon..." Wha--what?! Maybe it's the glasses? The chipmunk-like buck teeth? My hair? She was kidding, of course, at least I think she was, but it still took me totally off guard. And to know me is to know that's hard to do. Good one Wendy...but I still don't see it. Do YOU?

In-School Celebrations

2009-12-02T15:45:00.000-08:00

Laurence is very excited to celebrate his birthday at school this year. He's had me check and re-check that it falls on an actual school day, and I think I finally have him convinced that it is, indeed, on a Wednesday. (It's also in the middle of January, so we could be dealing with a possible snow day, but we'll cross that bridge if we come to it.) Anyway, during one such conversation the other day, I was explaining to him that Loic will never celebrate his birthday at school (end of July) and neither will the new baby (winter break), so that he should realize just how lucky he is. I said how glad I was to have my birthday during the school year, and Bill said the same about his. Laurence said, "So I'm the only kid in this family who will get to? I AM lucky!" End of conversation. Or so I thought. Just tonite however he says, "Hey, Mom, what about Eimer? Her birthday is close to mine, so she can celebrate at school." I said, "Well...it IS 2 days before yours, but she's a dog...and she won't be going to school." He didn't say anything for a minute, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again and said, "I know THAT!" Nope. Trust me, he DIDN'T know that.

The Things I'm Hearing These Days

2009-11-23T19:56:00.000-08:00

I'm getting to that stage in my pregnancy where people, even perfect strangers, are taking delight in making comments about my freakishly large belly. I don't mind, really. I find it rather amusing, actually, and figured I'd make note here of some of the things I've heard of late...will make for some interesting reading someday once this baby is grown and starts asking questions about when he/she was in here. Let me also just state for the record that he/she is doing some strange rolling & nudging maneuvers under the right side of my rib cage at this very moment...

About 2 weeks ago we went to eat at our favorite local Chinese restaurant, where the owners have gotten to know us pretty well -- they are always welcoming & very friendly. This particular night we walk in and then wife flashes us a huge grin and says, "Oh, the baby is coming THIS month!" I said, "No, end of December..." She sort of does this sideways glance thing, checking out the rotunda and says, "But it's so BIG!" And so it began.

A day or so later my doctor confirmed that it's so BIG when I measured 38 centimeters at 32 weeks -- for those of you that don't know, at this stage of pregnancy centimeters are generally equal to the number of weeks, though measuring off by a centimeter or 2 is not unusual. Off by 6? Yeah, that's BIG. Doctor said, "Surely you've noticed...I mean that's a BIG jump in 2 weeks..." Well, now I've noticed, so thanks.

Saturday we were at Best Buy and a saleswoman approaches and says, "Any day now, girl!" I think I scrunched up my face or something because she said, "Right? I mean, when are you due?" "December 30th," I said. "Oh NO, girl. You're BIG! You're going long before then. Oh, and it's another boy," she said, tousling the blond hair on the 2 boys at my sides.

Just yesterday our errands took us to Lowe's where the very young salesman who was being ever-so-helpful, stopped dead during his speech about floor tile and exclaims, "Hey, would you like a chair!?! I can get you one from the desk! It's small, but if you'll be more comfortable...I don't want you to pop or anything." Oh, but popping in Lowe's sounds like fun, don't you think?

So that's it. For now, anyway. I've realized I should expect these comments daily from here on out. In fact I found myself a little disappointed that I didn't get any today...oh, except for from Laurence at bed time. He didn't embellish, just stated the obvious, "Mom, your belly is BIG. Good night."

When Clothes No Longer Fit

2009-11-19T06:55:00.000-08:00

Laurence must have dug deep in the closet today, because he came downstairs with a shirt he hasn't had on in a LONG time. The shirt was hitting him right at the waist, bordering on too small, but it's a favorite so I couldn't bear to ask him to change. I tried to break it to him gently with, "I love that shirt, but it looks like we'll have to retire it soon." (This is what we call putting clothes away to hand down to Loic.) He said, "Oh, I hope not TOO soon -- I really like this one!" I said, "But soon we'll be able to see your belly button, and that would look pretty silly!" And his response: "Well, yeah, but that's how Dora's shirt is...you can see her belly button. And she doesn't even seem to care."

That's the Way God Made Us

2009-11-13T04:20:00.000-08:00

I know, it seems like I just posted yesterday, right? But I couldn't let this one pass me by. Short and sweet...

Last night Laurence asks out of the blue, "Is the baby naked in your belly?" I had to giggle and said, "Yes, definitely." He said, "But why? Where are it's clothes?" I replied, "We'll put the baby in clothes when it comes out. Besides...where do you suppose the baby would get clothes in there?" He thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe there's room for a little dresser!"

O'Neil's Anatomy

2009-11-12T04:46:00.000-08:00

There's always something fun and educational going on at Laurence's school, making for great conversation at our house. This week alone there was a rainforest assembly, complete with exotic animals, and a dairy association presentation, the highlight of which was the opportunity for the kids to "milk" a glove. I'm sure the presenters allow plenty of time for questions and comments, but Laurence always saves the best for me.

Last night he was studying a tiny plastic (and blue) cow that he received at the end of the dairy extravaganza...I mean really studying. You know, upside down. After a few minutes he says, "Mom, do cows pee milk? Out of their...teats?" I responded, "No, only their milk comes out of their teats." Laurence: "Well then how do they pee?" Me: "They have peeps (our word for it), just like all animals." Laurence: "But where are their peeps? I've looked and looked, and I don't see it." (Apparently this little cow of his is not anatomically correct.) Me: "Sort of in the back..." I trail off, seeing on his face that he's not going for my verbal explanation. So, I do the next thing that comes to my mind. "Eimer, come!" I command, and Laurence starts, "Mom, what are you--" "Just wait, you'll see." I have the dog lay down, which is still a struggle for her, being the dominant being she thinks she's supposed to be, and coax her onto her back. The professor in me comes out, and wishing I had one of those cool pointer things, I explain, "Now here are her teats, sort of like a cow's, but she's got more of them. If she had puppies, they'd get big, like a cow's. And back here, right between her legs is...." You get the idea. Behold, the curious young mind was satisfied. Way to go me! And the best part was that the dog wasn't even the slightest bit humiliated. But just now, as I'm typing this, I'm wondering how long it will take before someone in this house attempts to milk her...

What He Really Means to Say

2009-11-08T11:48:00.000-08:00

Last weekend we dealt with a bit of a stomach bug in our house, but luckily only Loic really "dealt" with it. Unfortunately it started at a friend's house on Saturday night, creating an embarrassing and rather disgusting mess. Thank goodness for understanding friends with kids! The experience left quite an impression on Loic, for during the 3 days following the episode, at various times he would suddenly remember and, looking quite fretful, utter, "Icky throw up Babby's house!?" With a bit of reassurance that all is forgiven, he would go about his business, and he seems to have since forgotten all about it.

The morning after the spew-a-thon has clearly not escaped him, however. Upon waking Sunday morning (at 5:15, thanks to the time change) he was feeling pretty rotten so I did the only thing that seemed fitting. "You're a little sick," I said, and asked, "Want to take a bath?" He did of course, and perked up quite a bit. Luckily he was feeling almost back to normal by lunchtime that day, but that hasn't stopped him from using his short-lived condition in attempt to jump into another tub-full of bubbles every morning since, before 6 a.m. (no, somehow we still don't seem to be over the time change). It may seem like this would get old, but you see Loic is learning proper usage of pronouns ("I" vs. "my," for example), and has trouble with certain sounds, like many 2-year-olds do, substituting "d's" for "s's" in his case. So while what he's trying to yell each morning to wake me at 5:45 is, "I'm a little sick and I want to take a bath," imagine my grin from ear to ear when what comes out instead is, "My little dick...take bath!" No, this doesn't win him a bath each morning, but it does make it a little easier to get out of bed...of course I can't wait to hear what he attempts to say next.

Just Say No!

2009-10-30T11:20:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago Laurence's school sent a letter home about a week-long program they were planning for last week to keep kids away from drugs & alcohol. Basically they were asking for student participation by dressing a certain way to go along with the slogan of the day. It sounded like a good idea, but I figured with Laurence being just in Kindergarten I wouldn't go thru all of this with him...give it a few years, right? Well, on Wednesday of last week when we were walking home from the bus stop he said, "Mom, why were some of the kids were dressed mismatched today?" I remembered "Drugs and Alcohol are No Match for Me" being one of the daily slogans, so I started in on a very simplified explanation. Surprisingly (no, really not surprisingly), he had a ton of questions, but he did seem to understand the concept. He said he'd heard of alcohol before, and knew that was "like wine & beer and stuff," and I said, "Yep, drinks for adults only." But he was confused about the drugs part. "Like what we get at the Target Pharmacy?" he asked, when I started the explanation with "drugs include pills & medicines..." I said, "Well, yes, but there's also drugs you can smoke, sniff in your nose, give with a shot, and people use them because they think it will be fun or make them feel good, but mostly they make people make really stupid decisions and do things that can hurt themselves or other people." That made sense to him. Not a bad explanation, hey? I was repeating this story to some friends today and they were impressed with my ability to think on my feet, and asked if I was available to talk to their kids, too. Why not? Though we didn't talk about compensation...

Anyway, clearly my little talk with Laurence last week had a big impact. Thursday he wore red (though I can't remember the slogan), and Friday he dressed in a Packers t-shirt to "team up against drugs and alcohol." So, we're off to a good start. It really sunk in, based on the conversation he had with some friends that were over the other night. They asked what he'd been doing at school and after some hesitation, I prompted him to talk about "mismatch day," etc. They seemed impressed and he proceeded to tell them, "It was to keep kids away from drugs and....." Then he looks at me, puzzled. I said, "That's a big word, do you remember? Starts with al..." and he shouts, "allergies!" (Insert giggles here. I tried not to laugh, really I did, but how could I not?) "Alcohol," I said. He smiled and said, "Oh yeah, alcohol. That's stuff only adults can drink. You know, like soda and stuff." Like I said, let's wait a few years to introduce this topic. Now hand me that Diet Pepsi!

Take a Deep Breath, Count to 10, and Eat a Raspberry Danish

2009-10-20T12:19:00.000-07:00

That's what I kept telling myself yesterday morning when I needed an extra dose of patience. The deep breaths and counting were supposed to keep me calm until my company arrived and we could dig into that raspberry cream cheese danish ring that was staring up at me from my standard-height countertop. I knew that would take away all my frustrations with Loic, who was being...well...very 2. While he can be extremely loving, affectionate, caring and downright funny, there are plenty of moments throughout the week when he tests my patience time and time again with his defiance and thirst for independence. Most people don't believe me, because he tends to be rather angelic when we're in the presence of others (we're talking scale the bookshelves, jump from the back of the sofa, have-no-fear angelic, but angelic non-the-less). Yesterday was one of those moments. He was finally calm at one point and involved in some important building block project in the living room, so I retreated to the bathroom for 1.2 minutes to comb my hair. Imagine my surprise when I returned to the kitchen to find the danish gone! Completely gone. Loic? No, he's still building. I rush to the other side of the counter and there she is. Eimer the lunatic d-dog, licking her chops. Not a crumb of the danish (that was bigger than her head, by the way) in sight. Great. Company arriving in 10 minutes and all I have left are the mini blueberry muffins, which she apparently turned her nose up at, and which I do not really care for. Clearly I need to raise the countertops. Thankfully my friends brought snacks, and I was able to rummage thru the cabinet & fridge and find some other stuff -- can't even recall now what the "stuff" was, since it came nowhere close in comparison to the scrumptious-looking danish. Not to worry, no one went hungry. Certainly not the dog! And not only did she deny me of my danish, but she didn't even get bloated. Nope, I could still see every one of her ribs. She can take her high metabolism and...oh, never mind. I'll forgive her -- she managed to make me forget my frustrations with that loving, affectionate, caring and downright funny, 2-year-old living in my house -- without even having to worry about calories.

A Few of My Favorite Things

2009-10-13T07:26:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to a meeting and when I left, Laurence was busy making a gift for me which I was not permitted to see until complete, of course. Upon waking this morning he presented the gift to me. A handmade envelope held what I thought was a card, and is pictured to the right. On it, he'd printed the words, "An I Love You Book When I'm in School Mom." A smile spread over my face and he said, so seriously, "You can only look at this when I'm at school and you REALLY miss me." Guess how many times I've looked at it this morning, during the hour and a half he's been gone? Anyway, I opened the envelope to find the small cut up pieces of paper, each with a picture he drew. "I drew some of your favorite things!" And sure enough, he did. Above you'll see a giraffe looking down on an otter swimming, Eimer the lunatic dog (though I guessed a bird on this one -- oops), a waterfall, and my lilac bush bathing in the sun. I also found a jigsaw puzzle (another one of my favorite things) of a giraffe; this to keep me busy when I'm not blogging, of course. Has this boy got me pegged, or what? I was (and am) so touched by his thoughtfulness.

This morning before school he made "An I Love You Book for When I'm at School Dad," too. As he's drawing the individual pictures and I'm struggling to guess each one (they weren't nearly as obvious as my own), he said, "Here's a squid. And a diver's mask. This one's a stinky shoe..." I said, "Wow, I guess I didn't realize Daddy liked all of those things." He smiled and gave me a look I can't even describe and said, "Oh, these aren't things Daddy likes! They're things to make him laugh. I know Daddy loves to laugh!" He wouldn't tell me what Bill's puzzle is a picture of, and I can't wait until he gets home and puts it together to find out. In the meantime, I'm missing Laurence, REALLY missing Laurence, so I'm off to look at my gift.

A Stranger's Curiosity

2009-10-05T10:38:00.000-07:00

I went out for pizza last night with the family, and while we were searching for the perfect table I felt that somebody's-staring-at-me-feeling. Once we sat, I glanced around and sure enough, there's a woman staring right at me; she flashed me a pleasant smile when our eyes met, I smiled back, looked away, and thought, "Uh, oh. I must know her. But I DON'T know her. At least I don't think I don't... Maybe I do?" Something like this has been happening to me quite a bit lately (well, 2 or 3 times in the past few months, which is a lot more than usual), where I have an entire conversation in a public place with someone who clearly knows me, and I walk away completely dumfounded as to who they are. Must be the pregnant brain, I guess.

Anyway, back to the restaurant. A few minutes later I'm glancing around the room again and she's STILL staring -- we smile again, but nothing more. I whisper something to Bill about the woman sitting at 3 o'clock looking at us, and does she look familiar, but he says, "No." I figure she's listening to the kids and is simply amused. Soon the waitress comes by, takes our order, and is off again. Curious if we still seem intriguing I glance in the strange woman's direction once more. This time she speaks, "Do you know what you're having?" Oh! Sure, now it all makes sense. "No," I say, "we like to be surprised!" I focus back on my family and Bill gives me the strangest look and says, "But we just ordered...Cranky Sticks and a large cheese." I bust out laughing, containing myself enough to say, "She was talking about the baby! Clearly my belly is getting pretty obvious." He's laughing now too, and says something to the effect that I must be used to the questions strangers ask, because who wouldn't assume she was asking about food when we're sitting in a pizza joint? Imagine, as we did, how much more comical the situation could have been had HE answered her question with, "The usual. Cranky Sticks & a large cheese. And you?"

I'll Have an Egg...Hold the Pan!?!

2009-09-29T12:49:00.000-07:00

Much as I'd like to block out Loic's eating habits of late, I've decided they are too strange not to share in writing, and save for some future occasion when I need a good...reminder of how "Icky" he can really be. I've said it before -- this kid will eat anything I put in front of him. And then some. His hearty appetite, adventurous spirit, and unfathomable gymnastic skills are together enough to make any sane mother lose it. Good thing I already lost it a long time ago.

Loic's experimenting goes well beyond the concoctions he creates on his plate or in his bowl, consisting of every food & drink given to him at any meal. Although those are worth mentioning, too. I've heard or read some parenting rule about not letting your kids play with their food, but the thing is, he actually eats the stuff after it's all together. Might be orange juice in his oatmeal, or applesauce in his spaghetti with meatballs, milk in his green beans -- all delicious. Ah, but any mom would tell you this type of thing is nothing unusual, I know.

But that's not really what this post is about. The questionable foods I'm speaking of all make their way to his mouth by his own gathering process. The kid is resourceful, that's for sure. Take Sunday, for example, when during the 1-minute ride home from the grocery store, Loic somehow managed to get the eggs out of the grocery bag and had one halfway in his mouth prepared to take a bite when I opened the door to get him out of his seat. Of course I said the only logical thing one would say in this situation, "Don't bite that egg! Don't you know what a mess that would make all over the car?" (Come to think of it, there's another rule about consuming raw egg, isn't there?) Then there was the other day when he made his way up into the refrigerator and got down the butter, removed the lid, and ate a few fingers-full before I caught him. He's started answering me before I even ask, "What are you doing?" because he's knows it's coming. "Mmm, Icky like butter!" Not sure where I was then -- perhaps just at the sink, 8 or so feet away with my back to him. He's sneaky...and quiet! And of course I have to mention last week when I took 45 seconds to visit the bathroom, came into the kitchen and found Loic standing on the counter, a bottle of oregano in hand. "Oh, Loic!" I sighed, while rushing over to get him down, expecting to see a nice pile of oregano on the counter. "Eccchhh!" he replied, sticking out his tongue, which was covered in the dried green leafy spice. I couldn't believe it! I've finally discovered something he doesn't like. And looking back, I'm wondering what kind of parent I am...for not grabbing the camera to take a picture before I wiped his tongue clean with a wet paper towel. Ah, well, next time. Oh, there WILL be plenty of next times, don't worry.

The Trouble with the Bus

2009-09-15T19:59:00.001-07:00

Today marks week two of riding the bus to kindergarten for Laurence. After a rough first two days, things were much improved and he was boarding before and after school without hesitation. Today brought a new issue, however. He bounded down the bus stairs this afternoon with this issue to report, "There are two girls who want to be my girlfriend, but their perfume smells awful." It didn't hit me at first that he was talking about girls on the bus, so I said, "Oh, two girls in your class?" "No, Mommy, on the bus!" Oh boy. This means it could be difficult to avoid the stench, which by the way, is NOT flowery, according to Laurence, because it doesn't make him want to sneeze. Flowery perfume was my first thought, of course. Anyway, he continued with, "I just don't know WHY they want to sit on my seat, with all the other seats on the bus. And their perfume is just awful. I need to be gross, so they don't like me." Oh, the trials and tribulations of a 5-year-old. The conversation went on and we came up with a plan -- tomorrow he is going to sit in a different seat to try and avoid any nasal unpleasantries. In the meantime I also discovered that this is a problem only in the mornings, as these girls are in 4-year-old kindergarten and have only half days. Is it me, or does it seem disturbing that 4-year-olds are coming to school wearing perfume?

What's that sound?

2009-09-04T15:18:00.000-07:00

Oh, what a crazy & emotional week it's been. Monday the family got to get a glimpse of our newest family member at my ultrasound, one day shy of 22 weeks. Laurence was thrilled, and loved hearing the heartbeat, but wondered if we could hear the baby fussing! The technician told him the heartbeat was the only sound we'd hear, and he seemed satisfied. Oh, and no, we didn't find out what we're having, and yes, we didn't find out on purpose. We love being surprised on the day of delivery! I thought both boys were girls, Bill thought both boys were boys...this time I'm sure it's a boy and he's convinced it's a girl. Chances are...

That night after the doctor's appointment we went to the open house at the elementary school where Laurence is starting kindergarten. He's been quite excited ever since he finished preschool in the spring, and this night was no different. Then Wednesday we went to meet with his teacher and have his 1:1 assessment, which he also found intriguing and he was certainly not ready to leave! Today was his first full day, which was all he could talk about yesterday. Even this morning he woke up all smiles...yet, I still had this nagging feeling... He did great up until we got to the playground and saw all those kids. The tears starting flowing, followed by "I'm not going!" repeated over and over thru the sobs. He calmed down a bit when we lined up by the kindergarten door, but as the kids starting filing in he lost it again. This time it was screams! There was my kid, the only kid screaming and yelling, or even crying for that matter. Oh, help. The teacher & I pried him off me, and I walked away. Yet I could still hear the horrible sound from the playground...Laurence screaming inside the hall. Needless to say it was a very hard & sad day for me. Luckily, when I picked him up the teacher said he had a great day, which Laurence followed up with, "Once I got into the hall, my heart felt better and I stopped crying." He concurred that it was a great day. Phew. Now we must tackle riding the bus...

There's no mistaking baby heartbeats & kindergartners screaming, but this morning there was a mysterious sound in the house that had me stumped. As I shut off the shower, I heard what sounded like a motor running, and it appeared to be coming from the shower head. It got louder and softer as I moved the head around, turned the water on & off, and played with the water flow settings, but it did not stop. I tried turning on the sink, thinking the two must be linked and maybe that would do the trick. Nope. At one point Bill called from work and I asked him if he heard the sound earlier, and even held the phone up to the shower head. He said he thought he heard something after his shower, but that it sounded like it was outside. He encouraged me to check the basement to be sure there weren't any leaks...or flooding! I finished getting dressed and was about to go downstairs when Laurence stopped me and said, "What were you and Daddy talking about?" "The sound in the shower," I said, "do you hear it?" He stopped, listened, then said with a hint of "duh, mom" in his voice, "Is your razor on?" I burst out laughing and said, "Yep! That's got to be it!" Sure enough, my fancy little Gilette Power razor had apparently gotten bumped and turned on without me realizing it. Laurence giggled and giggled and felt so proud for solving the mystery. We even called Bill back on the way to school to tell him, and he got a good laugh, too. Thank goodness for laughter - like the other sounds this week, there's no mistaking it.

Kid's Got a Point

2009-08-25T18:32:00.000-07:00

Laurence has a couple of joke & riddle books that somehow have managed to make their way into my car time & time again, meaning that when we're going places I'm subjected to hearing the same jokes & riddles over and over and over again. It's become excrutiating. I've memorized a lot of them, of course, and the newest game has become me quickly and flawlessly answering riddles as soon as he asks them. "You are really good at these, Mommy!" he says each time in amazement. One of these days he'll catch on. Until then, though, I'll blurt, "It's hard to tell which witch is which!" to his question, "How can you tell one witch from another?" or "No, they only have giraffes!" to "Can giraffes have babies?" (one of my personal favorites, because of the giraffe thing).

Anyway, today, on the way to & from the grocery store, which is approximately 2 minutes from our house, we went thru several of the same old riddles. Suddenly Laurence stops and says, "Mom, you know that riddle 'Why did the chicken cross the road?'" "Yep," I said. "The answer is, 'to get to the other side.' Once someone hears that once, it's just not funny anymore." Before I could reply he says, "Actually, it's not even funny the first time you hear it." This time I blurt, "I couldn't agree more!" And he says, "You mean you're NOT going to argue with me?" Nope, I'm not. The kid has an excellent point. It's a really stupid riddle. I've thought so ever since I was five. And how nice to have something for us to agree on after the last couple of days we've had together. Perhaps riddle time isn't such a bad thing, after all.

My Texas Instruments Rooster

2009-08-17T09:54:00.000-07:00

I hear it from other parents and know that I'm not alone when I say that my boys play with their own toys only on rare occasions. Instead, they are continuously fascinated with what is not theirs, and I'm forever finding objects such as kitchen utensils, rolls of tape (usually empty), and plastic storage bowls in very strange places. Loic has recently taken a liking to my calculator. I find it at least two or three times a day in various places around the house, and always return it to its drawer. Just the other morning he was at it again and came marching into the bathroom holding it and said, "Iddie play this!" (Iddie is his version of "Icky," our very affectionate and appropriate nickname for him.) "Sure," I said, "but what is it?" He got a puzzled look on his face, and I thought for a minute I had him stumped, but then I could see it -- the word on the tip of his tongue. His mouth started getting all twisty and a look of satisfaction came over his face, when after a few moments he proudly he states, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

Hello, Buckwheat!

2009-08-10T09:52:00.001-07:00

The boys and I were leaving the grocery store this morning and a man walking toward us looked right at Laurence and said enthusiastically, "Hello, Buckwheat!" Laurence was actually speechless, but did flash back his pearly whites. As we got into the parking lot he says, "Mommy, why did that man say that?" I wasn't really sure, especially since Laurence's hair is looking especially tame today, but I said, "Oh, he was just being friendly & jolly." He thinks for a moment and says, "Well, just between you & me, Mommy, I don't really think it's nice to call someone a bucket of wheat. But I wasn't going to tell HIM that, so I just smiled and pretended it made me happy." Ah, one of life's most important lessons learned and put into play today.

The Proof is in the...

2009-07-28T06:01:00.000-07:00

I had an OB check-up yesterday and the boys went with me. Laurence didn't say much about the appointment, though I know he enjoyed when the nurse, medical student, and doctor all asked him whether he'd like a boy or girl. Each time he responded, "A brother would be fine, but what I really want is a sister!" Then last night at dinner he says, "Mommy, I thought you were kidding about a baby being in your belly until today when I heard the heartbeat. Now I know it's real!" Awwww! So sweet, but I do wonder...how could he not believe me when I look like this? -------------------------------->

To Do Today

2009-07-24T11:26:00.000-07:00

Laurence woke up this morning and the first thing he said was, "I better make a list of things to do." (Gee, I wonder where he gets that?) So, he got a piece of paper, a pen, and worked for about an hour on this, his T0-Do List:

Get your pj's off

Put your clothes on

Eat brecfest

Go out to play

Meat gest in afternoon

Read with gest

Eat dinr

Go get your pj's on

Brush your teeth

Go get in bed

I wish you could see it in his writing. I tried to take a picture to post, but it didn't come out quite right. He put his list in his pocket and has been looking at it from time to time today, feeling pretty good as he's able to check things off. Currently he's waiting for "gest" (guest) to arrive, and writing a book in the meantime. I know, I know, there's no mention above about writing a book, but he said he might as well write one, now that he's finished writing a whole day's list.

I'm Back

2009-07-17T08:20:00.000-07:00

Hello, Eleven...Hello?!! My, how I've missed you. Where have I been, you ask? For starters, Bill, the boys & I spent the last week of June in Michigan's beautiful Upper Peninsula. We met some family there and stayed in a wonderful cabin on a private lake. Enjoyed fishing, boating, hiking, and oodles of waterfalls. Three days after we returned, the boys & I hopped a plane to Maryland, for my family's annual reunion. Spending time with 7 of their cousins, there were certainly plenty of blog-worthy moments, but I didn't have the time, energy, or peace & quiet to concentrate. Now those funny moments I wanted to share have all but escaped me. So, instead of my usual format, I'll recount bits & pieces of our whirlwind of a month.

A highlight of our trip to Maryland was shortly after our arrival at my parents' home, when I got to surprise my family with our BIG news -- we'll welcome a 3rd child into our family right around the new year! What a relief to not have to keep the secret any longer. My belly became pretty obvious quite early, this 3rd time around. Laurence is sure he's having a baby sister, and has chosen 2 names -- Queen or Opal.

My sister & her family live in South Africa, and it's fun to compare accents and our different ways of saying things. Laurence quickly adapted to using "swimming costume" in place of "bathing suit," while some of the other cousins preferred using Loic's version -- "baby dupe" (which I believe I posted about previously. Cute enough to mention again, of course). At one point I thought my sister had lost it when I heard her giving directions to someone and she said, "Turn left at the robot..." their word for traffic light! Perhaps most enjoyable are their accents alone, especially my niece's since she was born in raised in SA. She's one of the few kids I enjoy hearing say "no" -- we say she actually chews the word. It's hard to put in writing, but it's something like this: "nahorw." Watching their mouths when they talk provides a huge clue to the sound of the accent -- they keep their lips completely flat. Readers from the US - try it, it's rather tough for an American.

Loic was his usual friendly and social self, quickly warming up to his extended family, though he struggled with some of the names. There's Uncle Marc who became "Daddy Bart," Aunt Keri, or simply "Dee," Michael (Mike) was "Mite," Matthew was "Maa-mew," Marc was "Bart," Madison was "Maa-men," and Grandpa and Grandma were affectionately referred to as "Mam-paw" and "Mam-maw." My favorite was his cousin, Pia, who I'll forever call "Pizza!" Surprisingly he said "Elliot" (Pia's sister) very well, sounding a bit like E.T.

If I had to pick a favorite moment from the last month, it would be when my brother-in-law, mom, 2 nephews and I were sitting at the kitchen table playing cards one night and out of the blue and related in no way to the game, my 10-year-old nephew breaks out in song, singing none other than "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?" from the greatest musical of all time. One by one we all joined in and sang as much of the song we could remember. That wasn't enough, so we moved on to "Doe, a Deer" and were all in stitches by the time we reached "fa!" None of us have particularly good voices, and I'm sure we sounded a bit out of tune, but for those few minutes we WERE the VonTrapps and loving every minute of it.

Enter Here

2009-06-16T10:36:00.000-07:00

We've had a great few days here weather-wise, and have spent hours upon hours in our big backyard. This morning was a little chilly for the little pool we set up for the boys, but that didn't mean playing with water was out of the question. Laurence was using the little watering can to water his new seedling -- the inside of a helicopter he'd just planted. Of course Loic wanted in on the action, and 5 can-fulls later, the boys had created a very nice, messy & fun mud pit. They were delighted to discover they'd flushed out several earthworms in the process, and spent about an hour finding them & watching them wiggle. As lunchtime approached I noticed Laurence had disappeared and we came inside to find him working intently at the counter. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked. "I'm just about done, then you'll see." I went about my business of preparing lunch and a few minutes later he says, "There! Look mom." I turn to see him holding up the tiniest piece of paper with "ENTR" written on it. "It's for the worms, so they know how to get into the pool we made for them."

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In other news, Loic is talking more and more and more and more. My new favorite word(s) of his .... bathing suit. He says "baby dupe." I find myself making him say it over and over, and dreading the day when he learns how to say it correctly.

This one's for you, JoePa!

2009-06-09T11:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday Laurence says, "Mommy, do you remember that man who broke his foot?" No one comes to mind, so I say, "What man, Laurence?" He says, "You know, that old man, with the shrinkly skin." This is still not ringing a bell with me, but then he adds, "The football man." OK, got it! "You mean Joe Paterno?" "Yesssss! Joe Paterno. I hope he doesn't have to still be in the box." Another very touching moment in our house. If you don't "get it," read on...

Joe Paterno, affectionately referred to by many as JoePa, is the head football coach of the Penn State Nittany Lions, Laurence's favorite football team (somewhat by coercion, but I'll take it). JoePa, who is 82 years young, has been coaching at Penn State since 1950, and was named head coach in 1966. He has coached thru 11 U.S. Presidents, and 4 of my family members' days at Penn State (my dad, my brother, my husband, and me). With a 3-year contract recently signed, retirement is nowhere in sight. This guy is a legend, and in my eyes is certainly considered a hero and wonderful example to all humankind. I don't care how much money he makes & I don't mind the occasional losing season. His leadership, coaching style, and dedication & generosity to the university and community are inspirational to say the least.

Four days before the season-opener last fall, Paterno, 81 at the time, injured his leg while attempting an onside kick during practice. Imagine that! Laurence remembers hearing about the incident, and during each televised game would watch intently for JoePa's face to appear from the press box, remarking on how sad he looked. Not that Paterno always appears to be a barrel of laughs during any game, but he certainly seemed rather subdued not being on the sidelines where he belongs. I'm touched that Laurence picked up on all of this -- clearly he really pays attention -- and that he continues to be concerned this many months later, as the beginning of football season once again approaches.

I hope Joe Paterno coaches for as many more years as he desires, but certainly long enough for my boys to learn from his example as I have.

O Lilac, My Lilac

2009-06-01T19:21:00.000-07:00

I absolutely love lilacs. I look forward to them all year, and enjoy every moment of their short bloom-span each May. I grew up with a row of them between our house and the neighbors' and though I took them for granted I do think they laid the foundation for my healthy obsession. When we moved into this house I was thrilled to discover there was one in our yard. We'd never planted any at either of our other houses because we tend to move around so much, and lilacs take a long time to become established. Anyway, this year was an especially good year for our bush. I could tell early on that it would have plenty of blooms, and when it was finally full I was amazed. It was gorgeous. And it lasted two days. That's right. Only two days before the torrential rain stripped every last beautiful flower. I felt robbed. What a waste, huh?

Anyway, today we were in the yard and the boys were playing in the "woods" next to our yard that I've mentioned before (see "What is that, Velcro?"). Loic kept bringing me leaves, which he calls flowers, and Laurence decided to get in on the action. He comes walking up, hands behind his back, and says, "I have a very special surprise for you." He brings one hand up in front of me, and there between his thumb and forefinger are 3 tiny purple wildflowers. He says, "Here. These are to remind you of your lilac. I know how much you miss it." Ohh! His thoughtfulness overwhelms. If not for that rain we would not have shared that very special moment, and I would not be re-telling it here now because I want never to forget it...

None of our Business

2009-05-26T11:44:00.000-07:00

We moved into this house almost 3 years ago and discovered there was a rather elderly couple living next door. We saw the man quite often out mowing the lawn, working in the yard, tinkering in the garage, what-have-you. He kept to himself, but was always good for a friendly wave or warm smile. His wife, on the other hand, rarely came out of the house except to get the mail, and she certainly never offered a friendly gesture.

Well, after about 9 months, we suddenly stopped seeing the husband. Shortly after he disappeared we started seeing her ALL the time. Ever since then she's been the one tinkering, swinging on the swing, and working in the yard. All while still being completely unfriendly. Also, there have since been numerous visits from, we assume, their children, who we never recall seeing before the disappearance. On top of that, various older male visitors appear from time-to-time (sometimes more than one at a time) and we often wonder why such a crabby woman has so many suitors. Not that any of this is our business, whatsoever. So, I'll get to the point.

Two summers ago Laurence was quick to notice that the man wasn't around any more. He asked about it, and we told him what we assumed, though never confirmed, to be true - that the man became sick and passed away. He seemed fine with that, and has never mentioned him since. The boys and I spend a lot of time in the yard when the weather is nice, so he's been witnessing all the comings & goings of the gentlemen friends right along with me. Well, just the other day we're out there playing and he's chasing a ball or something toward their yard where the woman and a random "friend" are swinging. Suddenly he stops in his tracks, and yells loud enough for the whole block to hear, "Well, Mommy! It looks like that man didn't die after all!" Guess who else stopped in their tracks? That mind of his! Why now, after 2 years, would he think the man that lived there has reappeared? Anyway, I quickly ushered him over to the deck, and trying to hold back my snickering, explained that we don't talk about other people's business unless invited to. Or at least not loud enough for them to hear us...

You Fill in the Blank

2009-05-15T16:36:00.001-07:00

On the way home from school yesterday Laurence was reading a sheet the teacher sent home about their year-end carnival. He read the date, the time, what types of activities there wil be, etc. Then he tells me there are some parts I'll need to fill out. "Like the number attending, OR I will be unable to attend with my..........sugar cookie." I said, "Are you sure that's what it says? It doesn't say 'I will be unable to attend with my child?" "Nope," he says. I repeat, "It doesn't say 'child?'" Oh, well, yes, but waaaaay underneath. There's a big space and you have to fill it in, like with 'chocolate chip' or 'sugar.' I will be unable to attend with my.......cookie." I've gotta see for myself, so I ask him to hand me the paper, and here's part of what we need to fill out at the bottom:

___ I can provide __ dozen bars or

___ I will be unable to attend with my cookie

child

I know it's dangerous to read while you drive -- and even more dangerous to read AND laugh while you drive, but it was worth it! The moment almost made me get over the fact that they left an "s" off of "cookie." Almost.

Go to Your Safe Place

2009-05-13T17:50:00.000-07:00

Today was Part 2 of kindergarten orientation. Part 1 was a couple of weeks ago, and was just for parents to provide an overview of the school and what kindergarten is all about. (It's true that it's no longer all about playing, by the way.) Anyway, this afternoon Laurence & I went together. He was quite excited about it all morning, and couldn't stop talking about it all the way to the school. Things changed drastically the moment we walked thru the doors, however. Laurence clammed up and his face lost all expression. That is, until the tears started. Poor kid was terrified. He would not let go of my hand, and certainly wanted no part of lining up with the other to-be kindergarteners who were getting ready to tour the classrooms. The plan was for the kids to spend an hour with the teachers, and the parents to meet with the principal to talk about important adult stuff. Instead I tagged along with the kids & teachers. Better to make it a positive experience for Laurence than to have him fear everything kindergarten, the teacher said. I agreed. He did rather well during the classroom visit, and by the end was feeling quite comfortable. He even told the teacher as we congregated with the other parents, "I wish I could stay!"

He will be fine. Of that I am certain. He just takes extra time to warm up to any new experience...because he thinks too much, I believe. And he still needs his mom most every step of the way. That became even more clear this evening when we were messing around in the kitchen and Laurence walked over to me, shoved his face in my belly and said what sounded like, "E woth e vemaollo etca eoge stel mdar." He said it a few more times, we giggled, but I finally got him to repeat himself clearly, "I wish I could be in your belly because it's safe in there." Seems like not long ago he was in my belly, but now in just a few months he'll be off to the big scary world of kindergarten. And I have to let him go. I will be fine. Of that I'm certain.

These Dreams

2009-05-12T11:09:00.000-07:00

I had a conversation with a couple of friends today about dreams. I find dreams so fascinating! I love hearing about other people's, and I love to recount mine. I remember a ton of them, I suppose because I'm such a light sleeper. At least something good comes out of a poor night's sleep, right?

Shortly after this conversation, the boys and I were in the car on the way home and I asked Laurence if he ever has dreams. He said he does and I asked if they are ever funny. He said some are scary and some are funny. He categorized dreams like this: medium scary, really scary, medium funny, and really funny. "Really funny ones are the best, because they're laughable!" he said -- yep, he really used "laughable." A kid after my own heart.

My dreams are generally funny. But I do have the occasional medium scary dream, many of which have a recurring theme. But two night ago there was one I'd even classify as really scary. I'll spare you the details and hope that the theme does not pop up again any time soon.

I find recurring dreams to be some of the most interesting, yet extremely annoying. Up until a few years ago, I dreamed frequently of trying to find my classroom and not succeeding until class was almost over. I struggled with that one for years, but I guess now, in my mid-30's, I've finally outgrown that fear. I've moved on to bathrooms. This is a pretty common theme from what I've read, but it doesn't make my own dreams any easier to take. (Remember my last post about trying to find some humor? The same would apply here.) Let's just say that in my dreams when I gotta go, and I have to choose between a completely filthy private bathroom or a clean yet doorless and very public one, I choose to wake up.

But as Laurence so expertly stated, the laughable dreams are the best. I've had many of them over the years, but I have one particular favorite. It was during the time that I worked in a nursing home, some 14 years ago now. There was a female resident whom I did not care for. She was a crabby old curmudgeon in the truest sense of the word. She was demanding, impatient, rude to the other residents, and expected us to be at her beckon call; she tested my patience every day. Anyway, in my dream a guy I worked with was coming out of a building and stepped out the door onto a landing at the top of an accessible ramp, holding a tupperware-like container. Just your standard container, maybe 10x10x5 or so -- perfect for holding cupcakes or some other very edible treat. "Oh! What's in there?" I asked, grabbing for the container. "Careful!" he said, but let me take it. I started to open it to take a peek and he said, "Don't open it! Seriously, don't!" He was making this too much fun. Of course I opened it, and out pops the woman, full-sized, wheelchair and all. Miraculously she landed on her wheels and went safely rolling down the ramp. "How did you get her in there?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter, but he just shrugged his shoulders, smiled...and then I woke up. In real life, she lived another year or so and continued to challenge me every day. Sadly, that dream is by far my fondest memory of her. Thanks for the laugh, JP...may you forever rest in peace in your Tupperware container.

I'm Trying to Find Some Humor...

2009-05-07T11:40:00.000-07:00

...in Eimer eating a dead bird on Monday. I'm trying to find some humor in the bagger woman at the grocery store reprimanding me for allowing Laurence to assist me using the debit card on Tuesday. I'm trying to find humor in the woodpecker turned feral cat that may possibly have taken up residence in our chimney yesterday. And today, TODAY I'm trying to find humor in Eimer pooping on the stairs & ripping half the cover off of a book that belongs to a friend, and Loic demonstrating his ability to climb out of the Pack 'n Play (where until now he's happily played while I'm in the shower), then dumping a bowl of pasta & tomato sauce all over the floor (though the two incidents are unrelated).

Those who know me would say I can find humor in many situations, it's true. That's what this blog's mostly about right? So here goes....there's my friend who reminded me that it's not like the the bird was an emu, it was just a little, tiny goldfinch (this happens to be the same friend that loaned me the book -- I hope she can find humor in that, too). There's the fact that the bagger woman at the grocery store called my debit card a "charge plate." And there was the scene after one of the incidents this morning -- Laurence using all of his power to drag Eimer to her cage so she wouldn't continue gulp down the pasta & sauce, then saying, "Phew! I'm glad I'm not a part of their tag team because I don't want to drive you up the wall!" Cute, right? Funny, right? The chimney resident, Pack 'n Play and poop, however....definitely NOT cute or funny...at least not so far.

So that's a glimpse of what my week's been like until now. But top it off with playing games with friends, good food, a nice long dog walk, lots of sunshine, interesting and though-provoking conversations & plenty of laughs and it's shaping up to be a great week. I have so much to be thankful for and I have to look back at those other incidents and chuckle.

I generally end each post with a silly Laurencism or otherism to hopefully spread some laughter, but as I sit here and recall for you my silly little challenges this week, I'm feeling a little somber because right beside my every thought are Bill's sister & her family who were evacuated from their home in Santa Barbara yesterday because of the threatening and encroaching fires. Scary and very serious stuff. Whether you pray, think positively or meditate, please take a moment to do it for this family that is very dear to me, as well as the others there and around the world who are facing real challenges this week.

Translation Frustration

2009-05-04T04:49:00.000-07:00

Loic has entered one of my favorite stages of language development. He's now stringing 2, 3, and sometimes 4, words together at a time. Understandable words, that is. Or at least understandable to me. Bill is amazed at how well I understand him, and I must say that I AM getting pretty good at it. But I do spend all day, every day with the kid, so the fact that I have picked up on many of his words and phrases is no surprise. I'll jot (can you say "jot" when you're typing?) a few of my favorites down here --

Lee-lee: blanket

Doe-toe: motorcycle

Dottij-jee: cottage cheese

Nahnume: vacuum

Dee-Do: Thank you (he uses this one a lot, and it can also mean "me, too.")

Eee-uhh: See ya!

Lurlie: Laurence (my personal favorite)

Of course there are plenty more, and many, many more that he uses that he can say clear as day. The kid talks a lot. He talks to anyone, anywhere. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to get frustrated that most people can't understand him most of the time; he's just happy to talk. At this point I think he's just glad that I can understand him, since I tend to most of his needs. This morning, though, I clearly let him down.

He was eating his breakfast -- Ut-eel (oatmeal) -- and said "Oh, Mommy, D-Dog moon!" The first three words were obvious. "Oh" - got it. "Mommy" - got it. "D-Dog" - got it. (He calls any dog "D-Dog," and though he knows Eimer's name and can say it rather clearly, he continues to affectionately refer to her as D-Dog, usually when she's doing something wrong.) "Moon" had me stumped, however. I immediately located the dog, who was happily working her rawhide bone, a few feet away from Loic's chair. Ah, ha! Perhaps moon = bone! I said, "Yes, D-Dog is chewing her bone." "Oh, Mommy, D-Dog moon!" he said again, louder, meaning I didn't get it right. I looked around a bit, hoping & praying that he wasn't using "moon" for "poo" this morning (D-Dog has been known to have an occasional accident in the house), but that didn't seem to be it, either. I repeated, "D-Dog IS chewing her bone, isn't she?" Loic, clearly irritated, yells, "Mommmmy! D-Dog moooon!" I went over to him, and calmly said, "It's ok, Loic, D-Dog is fine, can you eat --" and suddenly realized the issue. Moon=spoon. Apparently dear D-Dog had taken Loic's spoon from his tray. There it was, on the floor, licked clean. The deed done, she'd moved on to her bone and left poor, frustrated Loic unable to finish his ut-eel.

This certainly doesn't add to the humor of the situation, but for the record, I DID get Loic a new spoon.

The Difference between Boys & Girls

2009-04-28T05:15:00.000-07:00

Warning: Contains material some may consider x-rated. I chalk it up to a child's innocence and curiosity. Either way, if you don't appreciate body-part humor, read no further.

Laurence was in the bath Sunday night and asks, "Mommy, tell me again why your peeps is inside out?" Yes, we've discussed this subject once or twice, but the "inside-out" description is new! I said, "Well, girls and boys have different parts, that's the way we're made." He thought for a while and said, "And when girls grow up to be adults, they grow hair there, right?" I explained that teenage boys & girls both grow hair there, and he wondered why. "For protection," I said. "Oh," he said, and paused, "and little boys & girls don't need protection because we wear underwear!"

Good nap, apparently.

2009-04-22T13:05:00.000-07:00

Nothing seemed different when I heard the same sweet little voice calling "Mommy! Mommy!" that I hear thru the monitor every afternoon at the conclusion of nap time. It was like any other day.

But I get upstairs, open the door, walk to the crib and find this --->

grinning up at me! That's some of the best bed head I've ever seen, and I just had to share.

Besides, Loic needs a bit more representation here on "Eleven...Hello?!" don't you think?

Santa's Native Language

2009-04-20T14:44:00.000-07:00

Out of the blue today Laurence asks, "What do they speak in Spain?" I said, "They speak Spanish there." "What about Brazil?" he asked. "Their language is Portugese," I responded. "Oh...well, what do they say at the North Pole?" Oh boy! I was about to say something about Santa speaking all of the languages, thinking if I didn't he'd ask how Santa reads all the kids' letters. But then I thought that seemed too far-fetched for the big guy in the red suit. So, just as I was about to say that Santa's elves are not only handy but speak a variety of languages and are very good interpreters, Laurence pipes up and says, "They say 'Ho, ho, ho!'" Of course that's what they SAY! Who could argue with that?

Keeping Up with Haley's Mom

2009-04-16T20:04:00.000-07:00

Laurence goes to school on Thursdays and Fridays, Thursdays being "cold lunch" days, meaning I pack him a lunch. I don't know what it is, but this is one task I'd rather not have to do. But I do it anyway, and do it with love, of course. When Laurence isn't watching I sneak a little treat in there -- a fruit roll-up, a couple of cookies, or something along those lines. On the way home from school I always ask him if he ate all of his lunch because when he happily says, "I found a fruit roll-up in there!" (or whatever it was that day) it makes the dreaded lunch-making almost worthwhile. Today it was some candy from his Easter basket. I was anxious to hear his response to my usual question, but I never got the chance to ask. We weren't even out of the parking lot at school when he said, "Mommy, can you pack a card in my lunch next week?" "A card? What do you mean?" I asked. "A card that you write to me...to remind me that you love me. That's what Haley's mom does." He continued, "I want one of those every week." Ouch. I guess Haley's mom truly knows how to pack a lunch with love. Maybe this is my problem with packing lunches. My approach has been all wrong.

His Gears were Turning

2009-04-11T19:11:00.000-07:00

I was in the shower yesterday morning while Loic was happily playing in the Pack 'n Play in the bathroom. Well, playing AND pooping, apparently. Wow, can that boy stink up a room! Anyway, I dried off, threw on some clothes, and called to Laurence to bring me a diaper from the living room. I thanked him and said something like, "We should keep some diapers in here," then proceeded to change Loic. While I was drying my hair Loic wandered in & out as usual, opening and closing the vanity drawers each time (also a daily occurrence - emptying the drawers, filling the drawers, emptying, filling, etc.). I thought nothing of it until he said "Mommy! Bipe!" (That's what he calls diapers.) I looked at him and he pointed, clearly pleased with himself, to the bottom drawer, now overflowing with size 5 Huggies Natural Fits. Ah ha! By "Mommy! Bipe!" he meant, "Mommy, you told Laurence we should keep some diapers in here, so why don't we? This drawer is the perfect spot, so I brought several from the living room to put in it." Little minds amaze me. Not only had he comprehended what I said to his brother, he had the problem-solving skills to come up with a solution and the follow-thru to act upon it. I must say that I find his initiative rather inspiring. Good work, Little Man.

Heard Over a Cup of Hot Chocolate

2009-04-08T11:48:00.000-07:00

I keep telling people that Laurence can read, mostly to convince myself, I think. I don't mean to brag, nor sound like a broken record. It's just that I'm not at all used to this new skill. No, not "new" skill. Growing skill. RAPIDLY growing skill. When I hear him tackle a new word or use a rule he's just learned, I find myself at a loss for words. And that's pretty rare -- me at a loss for words.

Just this morning he was looking at the folder we got from the vet and read "My Important Documents" with no hesitation. I looked over at him, mouth wide open, and could think of nothing to say. I know I looked like a fool. "WHAT, Mommy?" he asked. "Did you just read 'My important documents?'" I replied. He giggled and said, "Yes, but why are you looking at me that way? That IS what it says." Right. Of course. "Oh, I know. I just forget that you can read such big words," I told him. With that, he went to take another sip of his hot chocolate, but paused, looking thoughtfully at the mug he was holding. "Duke Schedule Training...June 2007." Perfect. Right down to the non-American pronunciation of schedule. (You know -- "sh" instead of "sk.") OK, I'm convinced. Laurence can read.

What is that, Velcro?

2009-04-03T14:18:00.000-07:00

The boys have become fascinated with this little patch of woods between our house and one of the neighbors'. I suppose these woods are technically IN our neighbor's yard, but who's getting technical? I use the term "woods" rather loosely. It's actually about 8 mature trees, planted very close together, with some dead bushes and brush underfoot, all surrounded by a border made up of some pretty good sized rocks. The entire area is about the size of my living room, but to the boys, it's the woods. Anyway, we were out there this afternoon -- I sitting on my favorite rock, the boys exploring. It was chilly, so the boys had on cotton gloves, and Loic was sporting this great knit hat I got for myself in Switzerland, made of the softest yarn you can imagine (yes, this becomes important later). I hear Loic's panicked little voice saying, "Mommmmy! Mommmmy!" so I look around and can't see him -- he's behind one of the trees. I stand up and he's standing there, a look of fear on his face, stuck to this dead-looking plant type thing that's covered in burrs. The more he wiggles and tries to get free, the more burrs he acquires on his gloves and my hat! I was so tempted to leave him there and run to the house to get my camera. It was cute & pathetic, the combination of which always makes for some good pictures. But, I resisted, pried him away from the burr-plant, and stripped him of his winter accessories. I spent the next 15 minutes pulling burrs off of the gloves & hat, all while answering Laurence's never-ending questions about the annoying, prickly little suckers. Those things are persistent! And Laurence, too.

The whole episode reminded me of my first trip to visit Bill the summer after we started dating. His parents live in the country with plenty of acreage on which the various dogs they had over years could explore to their hearts' content (yeah, they even had some real woods). Anyway, their Irish Setter, Erin, ran up onto the porch one day covered in burrs. She looked ridiculous, and I figured she was uncomfortable, so I painstakingly picked each and every one out of her hair. She seemed grateful and laid down in the sun, letting me pet her for all of 5 minutes. Then, up she got, ran off, and came back a few minutes later...covered in burrs. I can only hope Loic has more sense than that darn Irish Setter. I want no more burrs in my near future.

Interestingly enough, I looked up "burr" on Wikipedia just before starting this entry, to make sure I had my terminology right (no, the site doesn't refer to anything as the "dead-looking plant-type thing"), and learned that burrs were the inspiration for velcro.

A Child's Sense of Time

2009-03-31T06:07:00.000-07:00

Let me introduce you to our newest family member, Anderson's Silber Hund Fraulein Eimer. That'll be her official AKC name, the registration and the "Anderson" being required by the breeder. We'll call her "Eimer." As we poured through about 75 names, Bill suggested "Bucket." It was definitely high on the list, but we wanted something German, thus "Eimer," German for bucket. Anderson's Silver Dog Miss Bucket. Has a nice ring, don't you think?

Eimer is a Weimaraner. She was 10 weeks old on Sunday, the day we brought her home. She is slowly getting used to her new pack & surroundings. She has warmed up to me quickly, but is still a bit nervous with Bill, and certainly with Laurence & Loic. She's quite unsure about these little people! I am impressed with how they've been with her, though. Soon the 3 of them will be best of friends.

By yesterday afternoon I could sense Laurence's frustration with Eimer still being unsure about him. At one point he said, "Is she EVER going to like me? She's already been here 3 weeks!" I think it had been 19 hours since we walked thru the door.

On Teeth (and Tomatoes)

2009-03-25T16:42:00.000-07:00

Time for another rewind. For whatever reason, there's been no fresh material around here for a few days. Perhaps it's because I've been coming down with a cold and just don't see the humor in everyday life as much as I normally do, or perhaps 3 days of dreary, cold, damp weather has gotten the best of my boys and they are just not themselves. Anyway, I know I could use a good laugh, so what better way than to re-tell one of my favorite, yet most embarrassing, moments as a mom.

Let me start by saying that Laurence talks a lot. Nearly non-stop, and to the point where it exhausts me, almost daily. Those of you that know him will not disagree. Anyway, this particular day we were at a local grocery store, at the check-out. Laurence had just turned 4. I was emptying the groceries onto the conveyer belt and was enjoying a few rare moments in my own little world. Something had caught Laurence's attention and rendered him speechless. As I approached the little debit card machine my moment was over when Laurence announced, "Hmm, looks like SOMEBODY lost some teeth." I look at him, then slowly turn and there she is. The checkout lady, smiling a sweet, yet nearly toothless smile. Oh good lord, what do I do? Do I say anything? Ignore him and risk him repeating himself? Maybe she didn't hear him. Yep, I'm going with that. By this time I'm sure I'm every bit as red as the tomatoes I'm about to purchase, but I keep my cool. "Where are your teeth?" Laurence suddenly blurts out. I turn even more red. "You were right," she replies. "I did lose them." Apparently he's satisfied with that answer, and the conversation ends. Phew. "Have a nice day!" I say as she hands me my receipt and we're already in motion. At least I think that's what I said. Who knows? We got out of there before she could even respond.

Where Does He Learn These Things?

2009-03-23T10:55:00.000-07:00

I had some left over supplies from a tissue paper flower craft I put together for our playgroup, and since Laurence doesn't get to participate very often in the things I plan (because of school), yesterday I asked him if he wanted to make one. We worked together to create his masterpiece and then he said he wanted to make another one, just for Loic (awww, right?). He did most of it on his own and then proudly presented it to his little brother. Loic said "Dee do (thank you)" and walked around holding it for a while. Then, like a normal almost-20-month-old, his curiosity got the best of him and Laurence caught him pulling off some of the tissue paper. "Loic!" he exclaimed, "Don't do that! I made that for you." Sadder now, "Give it back to me...you don't even deserve it."

Have I said that? When did I say that? Must have been someone else.

Man in a Grey Car

2009-03-20T18:39:00.000-07:00

The boys & I were waiting for Bill to come home tonite so we could go out to dinner and Laurence decided to watch out the window for him. When he got to the window he said, "Hmm...Mommy what's that grey car doing in front of our house?" I called from the other room, "What grey car?" "That one, RIGHT in front of our house." (I assume he was pointing.) I went into the living room and there was a car parked across the street (not RIGHT in front of our house) and a man with a briefcase and in business casual dress got out and headed up the driveway opposite ours. "Who's THAT?" he asked. (Man, what about this situation was causing him such great concern?) "Oh, he must just be visiting the neighbors," I said. "I know!" Laurence declared. "Maybe he's the health inspector!"

Crazy English Language!

2009-03-18T07:19:00.000-07:00

I am so proud! Laurence's reading is really taking off. He has always loved being read to, and there have been days when we've done it for hours on end. Now he's able to read quite a bit on his own, and will read anything and everything he can -- books, greeting cards, cereal boxes, street signs...it's amazing to see. As his reading ability improves, I'm finding myself having to rack my brain for those long lost rules of reading. He's caught on really well to the silent e making the vowel long, vowel blends, that tricky letter "r," some of the silent letters, and so on. Others rules are a little tougher for him, such as "c" being hard at the beginning of a word but soft inside a word (unless followed by "k," of course!). He often confused "c" and "s," and "b" and "d" -- common mistakes, I have to assume. I have no idea if I'm teaching him the rules in the right order, or if there even is a right order. I used to tutor a 50-year-old man when we lived in Illinois who was reading on a first grade level, but I remember very little about what to teach when. My friend who's a kindergarten teacher encourages me and helps me work thru the snags, and also says I'm on the right track, so I'm grateful for that (thanks, Gina!).

As much as I'm loving this, it's also reminding me how frustrating and complicated the English language is. Once I work through a rule with Laurence, we almost inevitably stumble upon a word that just doesn't obey. And he catches them...and challenges me! The past few days we've been working on the "gh" sound ("ff") at the end of a word. You know, "rough," "tough," "cough," (which doesn't rhyme, by the way). Just this morning he was reading and came across "through." He worked the complicated "thr" consonant blend just fine, and proceeded to follow our new rule, thus uttering "thruff." See? I rest my case. I had to correct him and watch the pride on his face disappear, but encourage him all at the same time. For once "just because" really did seem like the best answer to the question, "But why?"

Oooo, Bubbles!

2009-03-15T09:10:00.000-07:00

I went into the bathroom this morning, followed closely behind by my 19-month-old shadow, Loic. He kept himself busy while, I...kept MYSELF busy, when something suddenly caught his attention. "Mommy! Oooo, oooo, oooo!" he said enthusiastically, pointing at what seemed to me to be the wall just above the bathroom window. "Oooo, oooo, oooo!" he continued, while I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was so fascinating. "What do you see?" I asked. "Oooo, oooo, oooo, bot moem lusg shomt....bubbles!" He answered, clearly pleased that he'd gotten his point across. Or had he? Bubbles. Hmm. This was one of his first words, and has since carried multiple meanings. For a while anything round was a "bubble," but for the last few months he has reserved the term exclusively for apples, pumpkins, and of course, bubbles. I can honestly say there are no apples or pumpkins in our bathroom, nor anything that resembles either. Bubbles are known to pop up from time to time, but certainly not this morning. "Mommy, oooo, oooo, oooo -- bubbles!" again, this time waving his hand in the air like he was actually trying to catch or pop the bubbles. I'm wondering if he's pretending. That would be kind of cool! Or hallucinating? Not so cool. When I stood up I looked one last time for the bubbles and then it happened! I saw them, too. They were teeny, tiny little things, but there they were, plain as the dust particles floating ever so bubble-like in the bright morning sunshine coming thru the window. Thank you, little man, for helping me see dust in a whole new light.

Oh, nuts!

2009-03-12T16:10:00.000-07:00

If I had a dollar for every time I heard "I'm hunnnngry!" a rich woman I would be. (Side note: I'm including the times I hear "Eee, eee, eee!" which translates from Loic language to "I'm hungry.") Today was no exception. Loic ate almost non-stop all day, and Laurence started in as soon as we got in the car to come home from school. Honestly, it's amazing we have any food in this house at all. In case you're wondering, this post is not simply about the bottomless pits living in our home and how I sometimes wonder if I serve any purpose other than attempting to fill them, but it does feel good to talk about it. I don't want to disappoint and not include a daily chuckle.

Laurence could barely get in the house fast enough to have a much-anticipated snack. Much to his surprise, his beloved little bro found some almond rusk-type cookies from Italy in the cupboard today (from Bill's last trip to Europe, probably a year ago!). "Mommy! What are THOSE?" he asked when he saw them on the kitchen counter. "Some kind of almond cookies," I respond, half expecting him to turn up his nose, because I honestly don't think they look the least bit appetizing. Oh no, "I LOVE almond cookies!" he exclaimed. So, he eagerly bit into one then promptly handed it to me. "I can't eat this," he said, "I don't like walnuts." Snack time was over. Appetite ruined, apparently. How the walnuts got into the almond cookies, I'll never know.

Some Oldies but Goodies

2009-03-11T13:32:00.000-07:00

Now that I'm off and running with this blog, and having so much fun with it, I really wish I had started this 5 years, 1 month and 11 days ago, when Laurence was born. Or 18 months later when he started talking, perhaps. Today I happened to stumble upon a few of things he has said in the past that I now remember jotting down in his baby book. I believe my journaling was as a result of my sister-in-law's encouragement..."I sure hope you're writing these things down!" she's been known to say. Apparently I followed her advice a few times (thanks, Mary!). So, what better place to share them, but here.

Let's back up to....November of '07. Laurence would have been 2 months shy of 4 years old. I'd made a trip to Victoria's Secret, THE only place to buy bras in my opinion. OK, I know they're expensive, but totally worth it. Like a really good pair of shoes. I'm not one to splurge on clothing, unless it's for the feet or the girls. Money is no obj -- oops, sorry, I digress. Anyway, I must have been shopping without Laurence this particular day, which doesn't happen very often. Later, at home, he saw the pretty pink bag and said, "What's in there, Mommy?" "Just some clothes," I said. Not satisfied he dipped into the bag when I was not looking and, pulling out my purchase, said, "Oh, I see you got some booby traps!" Too good not to share, right?

Stay tuned for more re-runs.

Eat Up!

2009-03-09T14:11:00.000-07:00

My 19-month-old is not a picky eater. He'll eat anything you put in front of him, and then some. Well, except for Oreo Pudding, of course. Why eat it when you can do this?

No, apparently he prefers to tempt his palate with more exotic flavors. A bowl of New England Clam Chowder, for instance. Chili's chips and salsa. Perhaps some garlic pretzel crisps to dip in spicy queso dip - mmm, good. Oh, and I can't forget last night when he insisted on trying some sauerkraut with his kielbasa and spaetzle. His plate was empty and there wasn't a speck left on his face. All this and fruits & veggies, too - if only all moms could be this lucky. Bon appetit!

Poultry, or...?

2009-03-09T05:47:00.000-07:00

I love misunderstandings. Anytime, anywhere....take 7:30 this morning in my kitchen, for instance. We were finishing up breakfast and Laurence says, "What's cock?" My mind first went...oh, you know. Anyway, I kept my composure and thought (hoped) this must be another "poultry" question (see my very first post - February 7th). "A cock," I began, "is a man chick..." but was interrupted by Laurence, "Like glue or something?" "Oh!" said I, "you mean 'caulk!'" "Yeessss, caulk. They said putting it on can be pretty messy, but you can buy 3 tools to keep it neat when you use it, AND you get a 4th tool to remove the old caulk....for free!" Ah, yes. The miracle 3-in-one caulk tool currently being advertised on the DIY network. Have you seen the thing? Every handyman should have one. It's incredible. Even Laurence thinks so.

More about our President

2009-03-05T13:59:00.000-08:00

Imagine my surprise when my sister-in-law informed me today that my niece asked her the very same question about Barack Obama that I posted yesterday! (Well, except she said "Orock Obama", which is just too cute not to mention.) My surprise quickly turned to disappointment -- clearly my boy did not come up with this question on his own. Said sister-in-law explained that she believes the kids had both seen a segment on TV about this very topic. Shoot. And this after I asked him yesterday what made him think to ask about Obama's snoring, to which he responded, "I don't know, I was just wondering," in my eyes deeming his inquiry blog-worthy. So, I asked Laurence again today, when I picked him up from school, and sure enough he managed to remember seeing some little ditty on Nick Jr. between Diego and some other show -- "The president in pajama's, what a sight!" and so on, concluding with the bit about snoring. Oh well.

In effort to take advantage of a teaching moment, and to test him as I've been known to do now and again, I asked, "Who is Barack Obama, Laurence?" and he says, matter-of-factly, "The President of the United States." Onward we go, "And when did he become president?" "On U-nauguration day....AND my birthday!" (Yes, it's true!) After a brief lull he asks, "What does that mean, 'President of the United States?'" "Well, he is chosen to make very important decisions about all kinds of things, and he is the most powerful man in our country's government." Laurence pondered this and rebutted, "But I thought God was the most powerful man in the government?" Whew, now look what I started. I think I'll wait until tomorrow to visit separation of church and state.

The Key to a Successful Presidency?

2009-03-04T07:29:00.000-08:00

I was heading up the stairs this morning, when Laurence says, "Wait, Mom......when Barack Obama sleeps does he snore?"

According to Laurence

2009-03-03T13:13:00.000-08:00

I found this little exercise floating around Facebook, and decided to post it here. About halfway through me asking him the questions, Laurence says, "Mom, are you typing this on the website so everyone can see?" I asked if that was ok with him, and he enthusiastically said, "YESSS!" So, here goes....

1. What is something mom always says to you? I love you, too.

2. What makes mom happy? When I don't teach Loic bad stuff.

3. What makes mom sad? When I teach Loic bad stuff.

4. How does your mom make you laugh? By tickling me on my ticklish parts.

5. What was your mom like as a child? That's a hard question. I wasn't even born then...I can't answer that question.

6. How old is your mom? 37.

7. How tall is your mom? Can you stand up? Ummm...(counting....)....14.

8. What is her favorite thing to do? Play games with me.

9. What does your mom do when you're not around? Plays with my brother.

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? A famous cook.

11. What is your mom really good at? Typing.

12. What is your mom not very good at? Can YOU tell me something you're not good at?

13. What does your mom do for a job? You take care of me & Loic.

14. What is your mom's favorite food? Dumplings.

15. What makes you proud of your mom? Everything.

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? The princess Shrek turned into an ogre. Don't worry, she looked like an ogre, but she still had the crown & stuff. I think everyone was afraid of Shrek and he felt alone, so he turned her into an ogre so he'd have a friend.

17. What do you and your mom do together? Lots of stuff, like sometimes we clean the house together and put away blankets.

18. How are you and your mom the same? Well, we're the same right now because we're both wearing blue & white Penn State shirts.

19. How are you and your mom different? God made us different.

20. How do you know your mom loves you? Because she just does.

21. What does your mom like most about your dad? That sometimes he cooks dinner.

22. What is your mom's favorite place to go? Target.

A Rare Phenomenon

2009-02-27T13:57:00.000-08:00

The boys & I ventured out to a playgroup dinner last evening, despite the rapidly accumulating snow and warnings of a major snowstorm hammering the area. I was feeling the need to get out, and the house we were going to was pretty much a straight shot on one of the main roads. Anyway, while eating dinner we experienced a brief thundersnow, which paled in comparison to most good springtime midwestern thunderstorms, but nevertheless caught us all off guard and sparked some interesting conversation. One friend mentioned she had just heard how rare thundersnows are, with only something like 6 reported annually in the United States. Laurence was pretty fascinated with all of this, but the concept of snow + lightening + thunder was clearly concerning him somewhat. He talked about it quite a bit during the ride home, and as usual, he left me wishing I had more information stored up here (pointing to my head just now) on his current topic of fascination. We made it home safely and were pleasantly surprised to find Bill waiting for us. "Oooo, wait 'til Daddy hears..." he's saying, mostly to himself, as we pull in the driveway. Bill greets us at the door and Laurence eagerly exclaims, "Daddy, guess what? We just drove thru a blister!" In total the storm left only about 6 or 7 inches of new snow, and I believe we only saw & heard 2 thunder/lightening episodes, but in our house, the Blister of February '09 will go down in history.

Definition of a...

2009-02-25T07:50:00.000-08:00

Bedfish: Any stuffed animal that is a sea creature, like Opitah the octopus or Bob the dolphin or a whale or anything like that, that you really like to take to bed with you. (Example: "Opitah is my FAVorite bedfish!" This is precisely the statement that prompted me to seek out the definition of this curious word.) To be clear, bedfish is not to be confused with the similar term, "bedshell," which is a stuffed animal like a lobster or crab, but ONLY if you take them to bed every night.

Them Strawberries

2009-02-23T13:51:00.000-08:00

I'd like to thank my eldest for today's post and eliminating my worry that it would be weeks before I'd have something worthy of sharing. I should have known better!

The scene: snack time at our house. Laurence is perched on his stool at the kitchen counter, drooling over the snack of choice, Multi Grain Cheerios. He asks if we have some fruit to have cut up in his cereal, so I open the fridge and he spots the strawberries. "I'd like some of them strawberries, please!" I cringe. Yikes. I have taught him better than this, right? My mind's working quickly, coming up with how best to correct him without allowing my blatant disappointment to show through. As I turn I see his sly grin...."I know, THOSE strawberries. Just kidding, Mom!" Whew! "Good one, Laurence," I say....wondering how I ever got this lucky.

Let's Start Off with a Bang!

2009-02-21T13:53:00.000-08:00

Well, here it is. My first official post. Credit for this blog is due in huge part to my friends who enjoy reading my Facebook mini-blog, "Things that made me laugh today..." So it seemed fitting to archive those posts here to get the ball rolling. Enjoy!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Laurence asks, "Mommy, why can't organic people eat candy & stuff? Faith (a girl at his school) is organic, and she can eat fruit leather, but no REAL candy. People that aren't organic can eat all kinds of candy and dessert and other bad stuff. Why can't organic people?"

Saturday, Februrary 7, 2009

Yesterday on the way to school, Laurence was telling me that his teacher sometimes polls the students on their favorite things, for example carrots vs. peas. Then he said, "We also talk about poultry. What IS poultry?" Seemed strange for a preschool discussion, but I said, "Chicken, turkey, duck, pheasant...any birds you eat." He was quiet for a moment and said, hesistantly, "I don't really think that's what the teacher meant." Another pause. "You know, poultry...like rhyming words and stuff." Oh, POETRY.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Today's laugh is at my own expense, but I'll risk some snide comments to share my moment with you. I was getting Laurence a bowl of cereal with blueberries and as I'm turning to the refrigerator he says, rather impatiently, "MILK PLEASE!" To which I replied, "Just a minute, Laurence, I only have one hand!" Of course he caught my error, and said, "Mommy, you have two." I was glad I was facing the fridge -- it was easier to hide my embarrassed grin!

January 31, 2009

Laurence asked me to put his temporary dinosaur tattoo on him, and I reminded him, "Better let Daddy do it - he's better with those." To which he replied, "Oh, right. Because he's an engineer."

January 28, 2009

Studying a box of raisins, Laurence declares, "Hey! Grapes plus warm sunshine equals Sunmaid Raisins!"

January 26, 2009

Laurence asked this morning, "Mommy, did God make stuffing?" I started in about the ingredients in stuffing and where they come from and that God made plants, etc. when he interrupts and says, "You know, the stuffing in stuffed animals." Duh, Mom. Of course.

January 20, 2009

It has been so fun watching the inauguration with Laurence! Had to share his reaction to Aretha's version of "My Country 'Tis of Thee" -- "Her voice is squeaky and sounds awful!" Then, as the violinist starting playing "Air and Simple Gifts," he said, "Now THAT'S what I call a musician."

January 17, 2009

Laurence & I were discussing teeth -- when he'd get his next set of molars, when his first tooth would fall out, etc. And finally it hit him, "So, the difference between baby teeth and permanent teeth is that you LOSE baby teeth, and you NEVER have trouble finding permanent teeth."

January 16, 2009

Laurence: I can't hear Tyler very well when he whispers in my ear.

Me: Do you ask him to speak up?

Laurence: NO! If he talks too loud I might get an ear confection!