Sometimes what kids say (or hear!) is good for a chuckle. Sadly, I forget most of these hilarious comments, but here are a few that have not yet floated away.
When Big Brother C was angry at his teacher he exclaimed, "I'm gonna get Mrs. Becker!..." (He saw mom's eyebrows go up) and quickly added, "A present". Good save kid, good save.
Or when I didn't want to discourage him from eating a healthy dinner by letting him know what was really in it. I told daddy there were hidden V-E-G-E-T-A-B-L-E-S in it. Four year old C looks at me with wide eyes and asks "Really?" I am so impressed! When has he learned to spell?! Until he adds, "There are REAL letters in this?"
What about Toddler L? Well, I put on her mittens and she says, "AHHHH, NOO!" and shakes her hands vigorously until mittens fly into snowbanks. Then she notices her exposed, cold fingers and shrieks, AHHH, NOOO!" So mommy offers her the now slightly damp mittens and she responds, "Why thank you mama, you are ever so kind. Please forgive me for my previous outburst." Or something like that.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Twas the Night Before Christmas...
I find Christmas Eve a night of trying to fit everything else in, so why not a blog post?
Thinking about multitasking makes me feel tired, but framed as "hitting two birds with one stone" or finding the "silver lining" in a task, these ideas breeze by as smooth and efficient!
Why not:
1. Use up old Metamucil cookies while also providing a sweet treat for Santa?
2. Get the kitchen floor swept of dried crumbs and vegetables, and package the contents as soup mixes to use as last minute holiday gifts?
3. Allow husband to nap, while stealthily sampling vacation chocolates? i mean, wrapping gifts for him!
4. Mop the kitchen floor in preparation for holiday guests and so I no longer have to walk around the spot that toddler L pooed on yesterday?
5. Hang up Christmas cards to provide Holiday Decor while simultaneously de-cluttering the counter?
6. Plan for Red and Green Christmas Smoothies tomorrow morning (Grandpa Frank says use mostly fruit and sneak in a few frozen veggies) that also find a home for our overripe bananas?
7. Munch on those cookies sitting out for Santa while also addressing chronic constip....
SORRY OUT OF TIME! GOTTA GO WRAP GIFTS! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!!
Thinking about multitasking makes me feel tired, but framed as "hitting two birds with one stone" or finding the "silver lining" in a task, these ideas breeze by as smooth and efficient!
Why not:
1. Use up old Metamucil cookies while also providing a sweet treat for Santa?
2. Get the kitchen floor swept of dried crumbs and vegetables, and package the contents as soup mixes to use as last minute holiday gifts?
3. Allow husband to nap, while stealthily sampling vacation chocolates? i mean, wrapping gifts for him!
4. Mop the kitchen floor in preparation for holiday guests and so I no longer have to walk around the spot that toddler L pooed on yesterday?
5. Hang up Christmas cards to provide Holiday Decor while simultaneously de-cluttering the counter?
6. Plan for Red and Green Christmas Smoothies tomorrow morning (Grandpa Frank says use mostly fruit and sneak in a few frozen veggies) that also find a home for our overripe bananas?
7. Munch on those cookies sitting out for Santa while also addressing chronic constip....
SORRY OUT OF TIME! GOTTA GO WRAP GIFTS! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Cold Season Already?
Well it's only October, but 3:4 members of this family have already weathered colds. Side effects around the house?
GROSSEST: Big Kid C's garbage can overflowing with used Kleenex... spilled all over the floor
SADDEST: Toddler L's being treated with 3 prescriptions because they weren't sure which of the 3 ailments she really had...
FUNNIEST: Immediately after Daddy clears his throat in the morning, Toddler L attempts to make the same noise. hilarious.
And while on the topic of funny noises, might I mention that Toddler L loves to mimic all funny noises, especially the bodily functions? Just when you think you've gotten away with an unnoticed "toot", you hear an echo from the other room, "ENNNK!"
GROSSEST: Big Kid C's garbage can overflowing with used Kleenex... spilled all over the floor
SADDEST: Toddler L's being treated with 3 prescriptions because they weren't sure which of the 3 ailments she really had...
FUNNIEST: Immediately after Daddy clears his throat in the morning, Toddler L attempts to make the same noise. hilarious.
And while on the topic of funny noises, might I mention that Toddler L loves to mimic all funny noises, especially the bodily functions? Just when you think you've gotten away with an unnoticed "toot", you hear an echo from the other room, "ENNNK!"
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Memories of Moms and Grandmas
I also wanted to share what my Mom and I read at my Grandma's Memorial Service in June so that it won't be lost..
Our Memories
As I write these memories, the lines blur between memories of my Grandma with family memories of moms and daughters.
I can see Grandma Irene offering my daughter Lucy a toy with a sweet intensity. For that moment they are lost in each others eyes. The kind smile she offers her great-grandaughter is one that has been shared with me and my cousins, as well as her own daughters and son.
Katy: I remember being 4 or 5 years old and licking the beaters offered by mom own mom as she recalls memories from her childhood.
Margie: I can still remember licking the spoon to taste the batter of Mom's Mazola cake, our first cake with oil rather than shortening.
Both: We remember dipping the bottom of a glass into sugar to press dough balls into cookies. And flouring the table to roll and cut Mom's sugar cookies.
Both: And your memories are mine, and mine are yours until they become our memories
Margie: I remember standing on a picnic table with Mom, as we listened to Roy Orbison at Summerfest. And our excitement of flying to New York City together to see Dione Warwick.
Both: We remember visiting the Polish craft booths and sampling foods together at folk fair.
Both: And your memories are my memories and mine are yours until they become ours
Katy: I remember counting deer out the window on our way to the Wisconsin Dells with Grandpa and Grandma.
Margie: I remember the long car ride to and hot summer of Hayward, Wisconsin with my family.
Margie: Do you remember having our Easter baskets and Easter meal blessed on Holy Saturday?
Both: Do you remember Grandma's pudding cake, and her Lamb Cake, and singing Happy Birthday to Jesus?
Both: And your memories are mine and mine are yours until they become ours
Katy: I remember magical moments in Grandma's piano room, surrounded by cousins and plants. I remember pricking my finger on Grandma's cactus that looked soft and fuzzy. And of sitting at the piano learning to sing a Christmas carol in Polish.
Margie: I remember how Mom sewed many of our clothes. I remember the soft velvet top and satin bottom of the special Christmas dresses she made for us.
Both: Through her hands, her heart, and her prayers Grandma/ Mom showed us her love.
Margie: Thank you Mom for bringing us an appreciation for the small things in life:
Reading a good book, playing a game of Yatzee, and enjoying Quality Fairy Food.
Katy: Thank you for a lifetime of memories. We love you and will miss you dearly.
Our Memories
As I write these memories, the lines blur between memories of my Grandma with family memories of moms and daughters.
I can see Grandma Irene offering my daughter Lucy a toy with a sweet intensity. For that moment they are lost in each others eyes. The kind smile she offers her great-grandaughter is one that has been shared with me and my cousins, as well as her own daughters and son.
Katy: I remember being 4 or 5 years old and licking the beaters offered by mom own mom as she recalls memories from her childhood.
Margie: I can still remember licking the spoon to taste the batter of Mom's Mazola cake, our first cake with oil rather than shortening.
Both: We remember dipping the bottom of a glass into sugar to press dough balls into cookies. And flouring the table to roll and cut Mom's sugar cookies.
Both: And your memories are mine, and mine are yours until they become our memories
Margie: I remember standing on a picnic table with Mom, as we listened to Roy Orbison at Summerfest. And our excitement of flying to New York City together to see Dione Warwick.
Both: We remember visiting the Polish craft booths and sampling foods together at folk fair.
Both: And your memories are my memories and mine are yours until they become ours
Katy: I remember counting deer out the window on our way to the Wisconsin Dells with Grandpa and Grandma.
Margie: I remember the long car ride to and hot summer of Hayward, Wisconsin with my family.
Margie: Do you remember having our Easter baskets and Easter meal blessed on Holy Saturday?
Both: Do you remember Grandma's pudding cake, and her Lamb Cake, and singing Happy Birthday to Jesus?
Both: And your memories are mine and mine are yours until they become ours
Katy: I remember magical moments in Grandma's piano room, surrounded by cousins and plants. I remember pricking my finger on Grandma's cactus that looked soft and fuzzy. And of sitting at the piano learning to sing a Christmas carol in Polish.
Margie: I remember how Mom sewed many of our clothes. I remember the soft velvet top and satin bottom of the special Christmas dresses she made for us.
Both: Through her hands, her heart, and her prayers Grandma/ Mom showed us her love.
Margie: Thank you Mom for bringing us an appreciation for the small things in life:
Reading a good book, playing a game of Yatzee, and enjoying Quality Fairy Food.
Katy: Thank you for a lifetime of memories. We love you and will miss you dearly.
to the many friends and family members I have encountered who act as Caregivers, especially to an adult spouse or parent
Quiet Witness of a Caring Giver
I thought of you the other day, when you weren't even around.
You're a person who's sincere and true; whose heart is warm and sound.
In daylight you offer a guiding hand; At night a listening ear,
You face many challenges along the way; Your kindness keeps you near.
Preparing and caring for two, is extra work each day.
Yet these are the things you continue to do, and not for prize or pay.
I witness your devotion, even when frustrations do arise.
I honor your time and efforts, the concern that's deep in your eyes.
Your loved one my not say thank you; perhaps they don't know how,
Please accept this heartfelt acknowledgement, from me to you right now.
I thought of you the other day, when you weren't even around.
You're a person who's sincere and true; whose heart is warm and sound.
In daylight you offer a guiding hand; At night a listening ear,
You face many challenges along the way; Your kindness keeps you near.
Preparing and caring for two, is extra work each day.
Yet these are the things you continue to do, and not for prize or pay.
I witness your devotion, even when frustrations do arise.
I honor your time and efforts, the concern that's deep in your eyes.
Your loved one my not say thank you; perhaps they don't know how,
Please accept this heartfelt acknowledgement, from me to you right now.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
so many words for snow, so many words to describe baby poop
while daddy is busy teaching baby L how to say "papaya", mommy is marveling over all the words that have been added to my own vocabulary since little ones have been added to my life.
just this morning L had "stinkerbuns" so it was off for a diaper change. it was not good. i don't need to bore you with details of color, consistency or quantity, but i will let you know it left an annoying amount of poor crumbs on the buns.
poop crumbs: noun. small flecks of fecal matter that do not, in fact brush away like crumbs on a counter, but suction and stick maddeningly to the skin. you see them; you wipe them; they are still there. poop crumbs.
keep in mind that L's pretty much putting on some kind of baby breakdancing show during the diaper change. she settles down only for a moment to announce "eye, eye!" which is her new favorite word. however in this context, "eye, eye" refers to the eye she has just smeared "butt cream" into.
after many wipes and a quick bath, the poop crumbs are gone. i offer a moment of silent thanks; at least this time she didn't have poop up the back.
(poop up the back: noun. a diaper full of poop that doesn't end where the diaper ends, but in fact goes up the back. poop up the back. )
just this morning L had "stinkerbuns" so it was off for a diaper change. it was not good. i don't need to bore you with details of color, consistency or quantity, but i will let you know it left an annoying amount of poor crumbs on the buns.
poop crumbs: noun. small flecks of fecal matter that do not, in fact brush away like crumbs on a counter, but suction and stick maddeningly to the skin. you see them; you wipe them; they are still there. poop crumbs.
keep in mind that L's pretty much putting on some kind of baby breakdancing show during the diaper change. she settles down only for a moment to announce "eye, eye!" which is her new favorite word. however in this context, "eye, eye" refers to the eye she has just smeared "butt cream" into.
after many wipes and a quick bath, the poop crumbs are gone. i offer a moment of silent thanks; at least this time she didn't have poop up the back.
(poop up the back: noun. a diaper full of poop that doesn't end where the diaper ends, but in fact goes up the back. poop up the back. )
Sunday, June 26, 2011
snapshot of june
Little L's favorite pastimes at 14 months include: running (away from mom) down the sidewalk, wiping her (food covered) hands in her hair, ripping barrettes out of her hair, blowing on her food to cool it off, getting dressed by putting articles of clothing on her head (and then walking around the house that way) and, oh yeah, being cute! What a fun age full of waving, pointing and blowing kisses.
Big Brother C is counting down to his 4 year birthday. He spends his time telling jokes to make sister laugh, riding in boats with Grandpa S, climbing on playground equipment, digging in his sand table, playing in his rice bucket, earning prizes with the city summer reading program, scooping rocks into his bucket at the lakefront, creating new railway layouts, arranging his cars, picking out his top 42 items at Fischberger's Variety store, as well as sleeping through the night... on occasion!
C still really loves to be first at any and everything which is a mystery to someone like me, who is pretty much ready to bow out of any competition... He is genuinely disappointed if I happen to use the toilet before him... "I wanted to be first!" or L finishes her peaches... "She's not the winner! I am!".
Toddler L's dark side? The limp noodle trick when I try to pick her up and bring her in the house. How did she get so slippery? Another favorite is shrieking when I attempt to feed her bites of food. But when I hand her the spoon, she calms down immediately and proudly pokes herself in the eye... I mean takes a bite.
Good times.
Big Brother C is counting down to his 4 year birthday. He spends his time telling jokes to make sister laugh, riding in boats with Grandpa S, climbing on playground equipment, digging in his sand table, playing in his rice bucket, earning prizes with the city summer reading program, scooping rocks into his bucket at the lakefront, creating new railway layouts, arranging his cars, picking out his top 42 items at Fischberger's Variety store, as well as sleeping through the night... on occasion!
C still really loves to be first at any and everything which is a mystery to someone like me, who is pretty much ready to bow out of any competition... He is genuinely disappointed if I happen to use the toilet before him... "I wanted to be first!" or L finishes her peaches... "She's not the winner! I am!".
Toddler L's dark side? The limp noodle trick when I try to pick her up and bring her in the house. How did she get so slippery? Another favorite is shrieking when I attempt to feed her bites of food. But when I hand her the spoon, she calms down immediately and proudly pokes herself in the eye... I mean takes a bite.
Good times.
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