Soup in the Kettle

We have a little Soup in the kettle!! or a bun in the oven, baby in the belly... whatever you want to call it. Personally, I call it "Hank" and will continue to do so once he/she is born.

COMING SOON!
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My Little Creationist

Ah.... the huge sigh that bursts from my motherly lungs...

I bought some cereal with a gorilla pictured on the front. And instead of saying "ba-puh!" (his word for grandpa...), he points to it and tries every animal he knows.... bear? doggy? MEOW!!! (not moose... he knows it's not a door hinge.)

He already knows that a gorilla is an animal, not an ancestor. I pitty anyone who tries to tell him he evolved from a monkey.

Annoying Myself

Man Ian and Clark! You guys are big enough I shouldn't have to pick up after you all day!!!

...I wish I could be upset at them right now. They're perfect angels and make my day so much brighter and easier.

Nope... it's me. Don't you love it when all your pet peaves are things you constantly do to yourself?

I unloaded the dishwasher, put Clark down for a nap and then walked back into the kitchen to see half the cabinet doors wide open. I was the only one home at the time tall enough to reach them, so I squelched the urge to be annoyed at it, nicely closed the cabinets, then...
CRUNCH!! I turned around and stepped right onto a crumbly biscuit I hadn't yet swept up from Clark's breakfast. I swallowed hard and told myself I couldn't really be upset at something that was my fault, so I turned around, walked into the open dishwasher, realized I had put last night's dishes in the sink - without running the garbage disposal, had to touch nasty old food, and then went to wash the counters to find STICKERS. I made an apple pie and stuck all the stickers from the apples directly to the countertop.

I found this equation written in crayon in my home-ec book:
Mom + produce stickers + countertops = I get raisins for desert tonight!

Okay, so I didn't really, but we did live on the edge and welcome raisins back into the house, much to the tot's delight.

Moose Hunt

Clark can say about 200 words now. Which for someone who is less than 18 months old, really is a big deal and he is really very proud of himself, so in order to keep up his reputation, he pretends he knows the word for everything. I was rather amused this morning when it finally struck me that "moose" is his default word for anything he doesn't already know. He thoroughly expects us to know what it means and once something starts being a moose, it stays a moose... at one point he started explaining and we thought he was saying amuse bouche, but when his daddy offered to take him out for some French cuisine, he was not amused. So the door hinge will remain just "moose" for now, as will his little toy parrot, and the turkey baster, ladle and anything else he decides is a moose.

On the more brilliant, less antlered side of things, Clark did delight in bringing me item after item today and announcing it's correct name exultantly... and BOY was that cute!... and fun to clean up after together :)

"Maybe if we put our heads together, you can figure out what a moose is."

Home Ec

I'm constantly amazed at how much I use the information I learned in Home Ec. Making a skirt, hostessing a large dinner party, reading an energy star efficiency rating and figuring out which store has the best price come in super handy! ... once every other year.

I've looked over my old home-ec course and there isn't much in there about toddlers. Information on what happens when one gives a toddler a page of stickers to play with would have been lovely. It would have been helpful to know what happens when one accidentally throws a sticker in the wash as well. Thankfully my mother knows that oil is wonderful for removing them from wood surfaces.

I'd also like to know why I know the Pythagorean Theorem but never learned Tot + raisins + rolling chairs = disaster.

And now for something completely different

Enjoy the photos of Clark raking leaves. I have plenty of time to mop up raisins when he's doing all the yardwork for me! Give that tot a whole PAGE of gold star stickers! -- oh wait.

I Protest!

Hey! I know you!

You're... the lady who wants me to take a nap...

...and I don't want to nap.

Baseball Boy

Put me in the game coach!

Hmm.... throw it to 1st or 2nd?

I got benched.