Sometimes I think my kids are a lot like people. [read more at parenting.com]
Family Time
Toilet Paper is so Versatile
This picture makes me giggle Every. Time. I. See. It.
Back in the Rainy City
We’re back home in Washington after 2 weeks of fun and exhausting travel. It’s a good thing too. [read more at Parenting.com]
There’s Nothing You Can Do About It
Laylee is a Miss Sassy Pants and there’s nothing I can do about it. [read more at Parenting.com]
Kindergarten is Scary
I am TRAU-MA-TIZED!
Last week I took Laylee to pick up her registration packet for kindergarten. [read more at Parenting.com]
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Are You Potty Ready?
Do you enjoy playing “Find the Urine,” the raucous game where you find yourself walking around the house with your nose sticking out, sniffing to find out where the puddle is?
Who’s Your Daddy
Ah, what a lovely day I had today. I tricked the kids into cleaning the house, ate Cadbury Mini-Eggs and lounged in my bed for several minutes while looking at clouds that I could tell were clouds because they stood out against the most amazing thing, patches of nearly blue Seattle sky.
It was also a good day because I got a full sleep last night, there were no time outs, no one wiped poop in their eyeball, and no produce fell out of my shopping bag and rolled under my car at the grocery store. Those are just a few highlights from yesterday. But yesterday’s over so we shan’t talk about it any further.
The only sad thing about my day was that I didn’t get to spend much time with Dan although the word is he wrote some wicked good ninja-worthy code at work today. The kids didn’t get to see him much either and that worries me a little. I think Magoo’s forgetting who his father is.
I went through a serious Guitar Hero phase a while back and whenever the be-wifebeatered computer-animated male lead singer with the greasy long hair would get up to belt his hard rock solos into the mic, Magoo would yell, “That’s MY DAD! LOOK MOM! IT’S M’DAD!”
“Yeah, he looks just like your dad. With more hair, less muscle on his arms, tighter pants, fewer sleeves, 10 quarts more oil in his hair, more rage and a face transplant. They could be twins!”
Then today in the car we were listening to a little Shaggy on the radio. Now I enjoy Shaggy as much as any mid-90s high school graduate but there came a point in the song where I didn’t much care anymore how fantastic or bombastic he was. As I changed the station, Magoo yelled, “Turn it back. I want the daddy one song.”
“Did you think that guy sounded like your daddy?”
“Yeah. I want to hear my daddy singing ”˜at song!”
So I switched the station back and he grinned, “That’s my daddy.”
I’m sure Shaggy would be happy to take credit for fathering half of the children in the known world but Magoo actually owes his existence to me and someone I like to refer to as my personal “lova lova,” Daniel P. Aloysius Berherkamer Thompson.
Before and After
This morning as I was reading my scriptures, Magoo jumped up on my bed and shoved the fist of his plastic troll up my nose. I asked him to stop, unwedged the offending appendage and continued to read. [You can ‘continue to read’ at Parenting.com]
Zeroer
Magoo asked me for a snack and I told him it was almost dinner. He’d have to wait.
He threw his head back, slammed his eyes shut and began a loud and nasally whine. “Mooooommmmmmmmm!” Kids have a knack for turning the dear name of Mother into the most hideous word in the English language.
Before I could respond, Laylee jumped in, “Magoo! DON’T whine about it! If you whine, you’ll just get even zeroer.”
Never Say that Word!
What are the “bad words” at your house? [come and share at Parenting.com]