I’m Mister Heat Miser

I would really like to know why my heater has died every year since FM’s birth. First it was the thermostat, then it was some little mechanism in the heater. I have no idea what today’s issue might be. I’m just glad it’s not January this time.

Ozzy Jr.

Is it wrong that my two year old likes to bite the heads off his vitamins?

Chance of meatballs

Tonight we went to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, one of our favorite books. It was 3-D. We all got a pair of silly glasses and climbed up to the top of our new local theater. FrogMonkey watched the movie in total rapture. At the end he pulled off the glasses, looked at them and said, “Dese are coo-wol gwases.”

Cookie Monster

Last night E and C took FrogMonkey for a few hours while the Professor and I got in some quality eating time and watched part of a freakish video. We had been hoping for a gloriously exciting date night but the Professor had a rough week and is coming down with a cold that I am just getting over. (We share in this family.)

We arrived at the end of our evening and knocked on C & E’s door.

“Cookies!” Came the shriek, followed by tiny feet thundering the length of the hardwoods. A small, wildly grinning face pressed itself against the glass door. Again the shriek, “Cookies!”

We opened the door and FrogMonkey loped at top speed back down the length of the house, “Cookies! Cookies!” Both hands plastered to the oven door. “We made cookies!”

“Somebody’s all sugared up.”

“I’m aww sugawed up!”

The cookies came out of the oven and were placed on a cooling rack. We all sat around the table drinking tea and from time to time FM reached out to surreptitiously pet a large cookie heavily laden with chocolate chips. Finally he was given the green light. He snatched the coveted cookie and tried to cram it in top first. He tried to slip a second one but with so many people in the room, he got caught.

C told him he could take a cookie home for tomorrow.

At one point during the evening (or perhaps several) FrogMonkey informed us he wanted to live with C & E for ever and ever. E informed him he’d have to use the potty seat if he stayed. He promptly declared himself ready to go home, cleaned up the toys with little fuss and began dragging the Professor and I out the door.

Half way home a sob erupted from the back seat. “I fowgot my cookie!”

Monkey say: realize

Mama, I we-lized sumpin’.

What did you realize?

Sumpin about my twuck.

What did you realize about your truck.

I we-lized it has a vewy tiny man dwive it.

Matter of interpretation

FrogMonkey and I were having a raspberry blowing session when he decided to try to give himself a raspberry on his own tummy. He started twisting and contorting, smashing his neck up against the arm of the couch and arching his tummy up into the air.
Afraid he would hurt himself I said, “Honey, I don’t think you can reach your own tummy.”
“Yes, I can.” He reached out a finger and poked himself in the belly. “See?”

Had to share

September 19, 2009

First Prayer

by Kim Carlson

Every night as Ellie goes to bed, we say a prayer with her. We usually recap the day with “thank you’s” (Dear Lord, Thank you for the sunshine, etc.). At the end, Ellie joins in with “Amen.” Tonight, we got as far as holding her hands (part of the ritual) when Ellie jumped in with:

Thank you Logan
Thank you toys
Thank you ice cream
Thank you Heidi

Jeff and I joined in with a resounding Amen!

It wasn’t exactly a recap, although we did have ice cream and play with toys, but she knew she was doing something special.

Thank you for Ellie.

Tired much?

Last night as I was going to bed I asked Bert to put the diapers in the dryer when the wash cycle was done.
This morning I woke up to find the diapers still in the wash, FrogMonkey’s toys in the kitchen cupboard and the raisins in the fridge.

Grandma’s 93rd – all the great grand kids

and they are truly *great* grand kids (sorry – couldn’t resist)

(L-R: Dori, Logan, Hope, Noah (front) Avery, Amelia)

Housemates

Someone is living in my attic.

The last two nights as I have sat here on my couch in peri-menopausal sleeplessness, knitting monkeys and reading blogs, I have been listening to someone chewing at my ceiling. It’s loud. I’m hoping it’s just something looking for building materials and then leaving but I don’t think I’m going to be that lucky.

Time to conquer that fear of heights and go climb on the roof to see where it got in. I hope it doesn’t have friends.