Wednesday, May 28, 2008
if you can look at these pictures and not feel all warm inside, then well, you simply have no soul
Today the little man went on his first field trip -- to a farm -- and I got to go too. He was very excited to ride the school bus. On the ride back, he didn't even want to sit with me, but instead chose to sit next to a little boy and girl clear out of mama's view. I didn't cry. Much. Not that I'm going to do this, but I can almost see why some people keep having more and more kids. When they get to be a certain age, you start to realize that they're not going to be small for very long and you can't imagine life without a little person.
the hole truth
This past weekend marked the debut of Ed's mini-golf hole at the Walker on the Green. The event kicked off with a nice little VIP par-tay Friday night. I felt like I was married to a rock star.
My family just happened to be in town for their traditional Memorial Day Weekend visit, so they all got to play the course on Sunday.
This morning Ed had to go down to the Walker bright and early because the news crew was there. Before he left out the door, I gave him this sage advice: Don't say anything stupid.
My family just happened to be in town for their traditional Memorial Day Weekend visit, so they all got to play the course on Sunday.
This morning Ed had to go down to the Walker bright and early because the news crew was there. Before he left out the door, I gave him this sage advice: Don't say anything stupid.
Monday, May 19, 2008
quote of the day
Mama, I had a dream that you were throwing the ball for Norman -- and it landed in my ear!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
dream big
This morning, I asked Elian if he wanted to do a wishbone I had saved from a chicken I roasted the other night. He had done one before with me, but I gave him a refresher course.
MAMA: "You hold one side, and I hold the other. We both make a wish, then pull. Whoever gets the bigger piece gets their wish to come true."
(I can see him thinking deeply about this.)
MAMA: "Okay, so think about your wish..."
ELIAN: (In a barely audible whisper) "watch TV..."
We break the wishbone and he wins. And by the power of the almighty wishbone, I truly believe his wish will actually come true at some point today.
MAMA: "You hold one side, and I hold the other. We both make a wish, then pull. Whoever gets the bigger piece gets their wish to come true."
(I can see him thinking deeply about this.)
MAMA: "Okay, so think about your wish..."
ELIAN: (In a barely audible whisper) "watch TV..."
We break the wishbone and he wins. And by the power of the almighty wishbone, I truly believe his wish will actually come true at some point today.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
happy birthday, puppers and papa!
This weekend the little man and I baked up a storm.
Peanut butter heart-shaped dog treats for Norman:
And chocolate melty cakes for Papa:
Elian couldn't fathom why anybody would want tiny little cakes instead of a big ol' birthday cake shaped like a ball -- until he tried one. Tonight, in anticipation of his second chocolate melty cake experience, he had a melt down (no pun intended) The time to pre-heat the oven on top of the eight minutes of baking were just too much to bare. OH, THE INHUMANITY!
Peanut butter heart-shaped dog treats for Norman:
And chocolate melty cakes for Papa:
Elian couldn't fathom why anybody would want tiny little cakes instead of a big ol' birthday cake shaped like a ball -- until he tried one. Tonight, in anticipation of his second chocolate melty cake experience, he had a melt down (no pun intended) The time to pre-heat the oven on top of the eight minutes of baking were just too much to bare. OH, THE INHUMANITY!
Thursday, May 08, 2008
i have a brilliant idea for combatting deforestation
Limit each pre-schooler to TWO art projects per class.
and the obsession with smoking continues
The other night we were reading Little Toot, when he observed that Little Toot's brand-new candy-stick smokestack resembled a cigarette butt.
Then, on the way home today, he spotted a dude with an unidentified object hanging out of his mouth.
"What's that?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe he was using his mouth to hold onto something."
"I think it's a cigarette."
The drive continued.
"Who smokes, Mama?"
"I don't know...Mama and Papa don't smoke...your cousins don't smoke...your grandmas and grandpas don't smoke..."
"Cruella Daville smokes, Santa smokes...and Todd*."
* Neighbor.
Then, on the way home today, he spotted a dude with an unidentified object hanging out of his mouth.
"What's that?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe he was using his mouth to hold onto something."
"I think it's a cigarette."
The drive continued.
"Who smokes, Mama?"
"I don't know...Mama and Papa don't smoke...your cousins don't smoke...your grandmas and grandpas don't smoke..."
"Cruella Daville smokes, Santa smokes...and Todd*."
* Neighbor.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
the show & share phenomenon
Elian has "Show and Share" at playschool every Wednesday. Every Wednesday we go through the same debate about what to bring. The interesting part is, he never picks anything he actually plays with (sorry Aunt Karen and Uncle Mike, I know I recently told you both he brought something you gave him to Show and Share).
He scrambles around the house, "hmmm, should I bring this?...what can I say about it?..." Then I feed him about two or three sentences of script he could use for his big presentation. We'll usually just have settled on something. Then, at the last minute, in a panic, he goes for something else. Today he wanted to bring something he already showed and shared. Normally, I probably would have let this slide, only he just brought this particular toy LAST WEEK.
I would love to be a fly on the wall at Show and Share -- oh, to hear what the boy tells his classmate about this toy he never plays with. Today, when I picked him up, I asked him how Show and Share went -- what did he say about the little blue tractor he brought? His response? "I said, 'Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...'"
Somehow, I don't think that is so far from the truth.
He scrambles around the house, "hmmm, should I bring this?...what can I say about it?..." Then I feed him about two or three sentences of script he could use for his big presentation. We'll usually just have settled on something. Then, at the last minute, in a panic, he goes for something else. Today he wanted to bring something he already showed and shared. Normally, I probably would have let this slide, only he just brought this particular toy LAST WEEK.
I would love to be a fly on the wall at Show and Share -- oh, to hear what the boy tells his classmate about this toy he never plays with. Today, when I picked him up, I asked him how Show and Share went -- what did he say about the little blue tractor he brought? His response? "I said, 'Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...'"
Somehow, I don't think that is so far from the truth.
Friday, May 02, 2008
the good news: my face is now 99.9% bacteria free
We just got our bathroom ceiling and wall replastered. To ready the room for Mr. Plaster Guy, we removed all our toiletry items. This morning, I reached into the bag of removed contents and grabbed what I thought was this facial cleanser.
I gave the bottle two pumps and began to spread it over my face. Then I smelled the potent stench of rubbing alcohol and I realized I grabbed the wrong bottle. What I was using on my already prone-to-dryness, aged and wrinkling delicate face was this:
Nice.
I gave the bottle two pumps and began to spread it over my face. Then I smelled the potent stench of rubbing alcohol and I realized I grabbed the wrong bottle. What I was using on my already prone-to-dryness, aged and wrinkling delicate face was this:
Nice.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
what a drive in the car has become*
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: Left turn only.
ELIAN: What does that mean?
MAMA: Cars can only turn left from that lane.
ELIAN: What's a lane?
MAMA: That part of the street.
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: No turn on red.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: Because they don't want you to turn right when the light is red.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: Because it's dangerous.
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: I didn't see...
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: I didn't see...
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: Road closed.
ELIAN: What does that mean?
MAMA: You can't drive down that way.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: Because the road is closed.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: They're probably doing work down there.
ELIAN: What does that say?
... ... ...
*This has NOT been embellished for purposes of entertainment.
MAMA: Left turn only.
ELIAN: What does that mean?
MAMA: Cars can only turn left from that lane.
ELIAN: What's a lane?
MAMA: That part of the street.
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: No turn on red.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: Because they don't want you to turn right when the light is red.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: Because it's dangerous.
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: I didn't see...
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: I didn't see...
ELIAN: What does that say?
MAMA: Road closed.
ELIAN: What does that mean?
MAMA: You can't drive down that way.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: Because the road is closed.
ELIAN: Why?
MAMA: They're probably doing work down there.
ELIAN: What does that say?
... ... ...
*This has NOT been embellished for purposes of entertainment.
smooth operator
Yesterday the little man and I went down the street to let the neighbor's dog out. As we were heading home, an attractive woman got out of a car and started walking toward another neighbor's house. When Elian saw her, his eyes lit up and before I knew it, he was running toward her to greet her, "Hi, I didn't know I was going to see you...I'm glad to see you today..." he cooed. She knelt down to say hello to him at eye level and he gave her a big hug, "Hiiiiiiiiiii....." I got a little nervous. Did I know this person? Did he know this person? I started to think it might be our neighbor's daughter. So I said, "Buddy, do you know who this is?" To which he replied, "No." And then the woman introduced herself and he introduced himself. And we went on our merry way.
He has a way with the ladies.
He has a way with the ladies.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
quote of the day
(Little e accompanied me to the dentist. He's due for his first checkup and I thought seeing Mama get her teeth cleaned would show him what he could expect.)
HYGIENIST: So Elian, do you have a special toothbrush you clean your teeth with?
ELIAN: I use an electric toothbrush.
HYGIENIST: (Sounding surprised) An electric toothbrush?
ELIAN: JUST KIDDING!
HYGIENIST: So Elian, do you have a special toothbrush you clean your teeth with?
ELIAN: I use an electric toothbrush.
HYGIENIST: (Sounding surprised) An electric toothbrush?
ELIAN: JUST KIDDING!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
26 days and counting
until Walker on the Green. (See second to last paragraph, last sentence.)
If you haven't booked your room at Hotel Hernandez to experience Ed's hole (giggle, giggle), hurry, we're booking up fast.
If you haven't booked your room at Hotel Hernandez to experience Ed's hole (giggle, giggle), hurry, we're booking up fast.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
quote of the day
MAMA: Buddy, Papa's birthday's coming up. What should we get him?
ELIAN: I know what we can get him, um (thinking) ... let's get him a gun!
MAMA: No, guns are not nice -- they hurt people.
ELIAN: (Thinking) Hmmm, well then let's get him a marble run!
ELIAN: I know what we can get him, um (thinking) ... let's get him a gun!
MAMA: No, guns are not nice -- they hurt people.
ELIAN: (Thinking) Hmmm, well then let's get him a marble run!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
quote of the day
ELIAN: Papa, can I borrow your cookie?
MAMA: Elian, you know, when you borrow something, you have to give it back. When you ask someone if you can have something, you don't have to give it back.
ELIAN: Papa, can I have your cookie?
MAMA: Elian, you know, when you borrow something, you have to give it back. When you ask someone if you can have something, you don't have to give it back.
ELIAN: Papa, can I have your cookie?
quote of the day
PAPA: What do you want for breakfast, buddy?
ELIAN: A waffle.
PAPA: I'm afraid there's only half a waffle in our freezer.
ELIAN: Maybe Mama will save the day.
ELIAN: A waffle.
PAPA: I'm afraid there's only half a waffle in our freezer.
ELIAN: Maybe Mama will save the day.
Monday, April 14, 2008
he's got a knack for naming
There's a squirrel that visits the tree outside Elian's bedroom window that he has lovingly named Lollipop. This morning, when he woke up, he saw a bird on that same tree. His new bird friend. When Ed asked him if the bird had a name, Elian replied that his name is Eskimo Jello.
Eskimo Jello. What an awesome name for the girl rock band I'm going to start one day.
Eskimo Jello. What an awesome name for the girl rock band I'm going to start one day.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
quote of the day
PAPA: (While tying Elian's shoe) Why did you un-tie your shoe?
ELIAN: Because...I don't know...I'm having some shoe issues.
ELIAN: Because...I don't know...I'm having some shoe issues.
tree hugger tip
So about 10 years ago, Ed used to buy this earth-friendly dishwashing liquid that I hated. It never produced any kind of lather so it felt like you weren't actually washing your dishes. It's hard for me to get behind a green product if it doesn't do what it's supposed to do. I was convinced that was as good as earth-friendly dishwashing was going to get, so I had been reluctant to try any new ones. But now, with my mission to be more green, I'm pleased to report, I've found better options.
I had started with this lovely bottle of Method. Isn't it pretty? And ahhh, the cucumber scent -- intoxicating! But as much as I love the sleek, clean design of the bottle, the functionality wasn't very great. It was really hard to get the soap out (and yes, I did squeeze it). And truthfully, I had heard enough complaining from the husband. So I had to say goodbye to my little Method friend. Sniff.
But then I tried Seventh Generation. It's sudsy, it smells good and the bottle works like a dream (but doesn't look as pretty as Method sitting on the countertop). According to the bottle (and why would a bottle lie to a person?): "If every household in the U.S. replaced just one bottle of 25 oz. petroleum based dishwashing liquid with our 25 oz. vegetable based product, we could save 81,000 barrels of oil, enough to heat and cool 4,600 U.S. homes for a year!" So go on and get yourself some why don't you! You can find it at Target. And for those of you with dishwashers, they do make automatic dishwasher powder and gel too.
And speaking of Seventh Generation, I've also been using their lavender eucalyptus laundry soap and me likes. I admit, I thought I'd miss the fresh laundry smell on my clothes. But once I came to terms with the fact that clean doesn't have a smell, I got over it. And the clothes do still smell fresh when they've been washed in this soap, it's just a little more subtle than most laundry soaps.
I had started with this lovely bottle of Method. Isn't it pretty? And ahhh, the cucumber scent -- intoxicating! But as much as I love the sleek, clean design of the bottle, the functionality wasn't very great. It was really hard to get the soap out (and yes, I did squeeze it). And truthfully, I had heard enough complaining from the husband. So I had to say goodbye to my little Method friend. Sniff.
But then I tried Seventh Generation. It's sudsy, it smells good and the bottle works like a dream (but doesn't look as pretty as Method sitting on the countertop). According to the bottle (and why would a bottle lie to a person?): "If every household in the U.S. replaced just one bottle of 25 oz. petroleum based dishwashing liquid with our 25 oz. vegetable based product, we could save 81,000 barrels of oil, enough to heat and cool 4,600 U.S. homes for a year!" So go on and get yourself some why don't you! You can find it at Target. And for those of you with dishwashers, they do make automatic dishwasher powder and gel too.
And speaking of Seventh Generation, I've also been using their lavender eucalyptus laundry soap and me likes. I admit, I thought I'd miss the fresh laundry smell on my clothes. But once I came to terms with the fact that clean doesn't have a smell, I got over it. And the clothes do still smell fresh when they've been washed in this soap, it's just a little more subtle than most laundry soaps.
sweet georgia brown
Saturday we saw the Harlem Globetrotters at the Target Center. My friend sent me a link for half-priced tickets so the tickets themselves were only $15. But by the time Ticketmaster tacked on all their "services" the three tickets came to $75. I even got to pay for the privilege of printing the tickets off our home printer. Thank you Ticketmaster for all of your gracious service to humanity!
We decided to forego the special event parking and take the bus downtown. On the ride there, a nice man gave Elian $2 to buy himself some popcorn (actual price: $3.50). This wasn't the first time a complete stranger gave him cash -- the kid's a money magnet!
The Globe Trotters sure have changed since I remember seeing them as a child. First of all, the advent of the cordless mike has introduced dialogue to the routine and yelling, lots and lots of yelling. But I'm happy to report the bucket-full-of-confetti schtick is still alive and well.
We ate at NBA City before the game. And if you ever have a hankering for some mediocre-quality overpriced food, run, don't walk, to your nearest NBA City! Seeing Elian compare his hand and foot size to that of an NBA star made the low-par food all worthwhile.
And in case you were wondering, the Globetrotters won! After a very close and suspense-filled game to the Washington Generals that included a traumatic injury and triumphant recovery by Special K! Hooray Globetrotters!
We decided to forego the special event parking and take the bus downtown. On the ride there, a nice man gave Elian $2 to buy himself some popcorn (actual price: $3.50). This wasn't the first time a complete stranger gave him cash -- the kid's a money magnet!
The Globe Trotters sure have changed since I remember seeing them as a child. First of all, the advent of the cordless mike has introduced dialogue to the routine and yelling, lots and lots of yelling. But I'm happy to report the bucket-full-of-confetti schtick is still alive and well.
We ate at NBA City before the game. And if you ever have a hankering for some mediocre-quality overpriced food, run, don't walk, to your nearest NBA City! Seeing Elian compare his hand and foot size to that of an NBA star made the low-par food all worthwhile.
And in case you were wondering, the Globetrotters won! After a very close and suspense-filled game to the Washington Generals that included a traumatic injury and triumphant recovery by Special K! Hooray Globetrotters!
Friday, April 11, 2008
tourettes quote of the day
"CANTON VILLAGE! CANTON VILLAGE!"
(This is the name of a Chinese restaurant we pass on our way for lunch with Papa downtown.)
(This is the name of a Chinese restaurant we pass on our way for lunch with Papa downtown.)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
quote of the day
(Background: When I picked up Elian from playschool he was running around with this toy that looked like it could've been magnets stuck together.)
MAMA: What was that thing you were running around with at playschool?
ELIAN: It was a gun.
MAMA: A gun?
ELIAN: Not the kind you shoot with. Just the kind you run around with.
MAMA: What was that thing you were running around with at playschool?
ELIAN: It was a gun.
MAMA: A gun?
ELIAN: Not the kind you shoot with. Just the kind you run around with.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
batter up!
We bought the boy a tee-ball tee and bat yesterday. He appears to be a natural. I was shooting the video from the outfield until I got a line drive in my left inner thigh.
quote of the day
Background: Lately Elian's been bringing home drawings from playschool he says are of "beautiful carpet." Beautiful carpet drawings involve color -- lots and lots of color. Yesterday he was outside with his sidewalk chalk. He started to make deliberate line strokes in many different colors -- very reminiscent of his "beautiful carpet" drawings.
PAPA: What are you drawing, buddy, beautiful carpet?
ELIAN: No, it's an abstract.
PAPA: What are you drawing, buddy, beautiful carpet?
ELIAN: No, it's an abstract.
Friday, April 04, 2008
quote of the day
The significance of the following exchange is compounded by the fact that Ed already is a little uncomfortable with the whole Santa Clause deception:
ELIAN: (Going through bag of tennis balls Norman got for Christmas) These balls have a Petsmart sign on them. Why did Santa get these balls at Petsmart?
PAPA: He must be a savvy shopper.
ELIAN: Where did Santa get my marble run?
PAPA: (Blink. Blink.) I don't know.
ELIAN: (Going through bag of tennis balls Norman got for Christmas) These balls have a Petsmart sign on them. Why did Santa get these balls at Petsmart?
PAPA: He must be a savvy shopper.
ELIAN: Where did Santa get my marble run?
PAPA: (Blink. Blink.) I don't know.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
and one last april fool's day joke for good measure
"Mama, I ate Target."
I go upstairs to kiss him goodnight and find that he and Papa have zipped Target into his PJs. Only I think he forgot what he was supposed to say then because there was a long silence while I dramatized my concern over the fact that he had just swallowed his Ugli Doll.
And then, finally. APRIL FOOLS!
I go upstairs to kiss him goodnight and find that he and Papa have zipped Target into his PJs. Only I think he forgot what he was supposed to say then because there was a long silence while I dramatized my concern over the fact that he had just swallowed his Ugli Doll.
And then, finally. APRIL FOOLS!
quote of the day
I wish there was an M&M fairy who would sprinkle M&Ms around on the ground. And then, we could eat them up like birds.
chalk one up for mama and papa
"Elian, do you know we won't have the computer tomorrow. It has to go in for service. It will be gone for a few weeks."
(Tearing up very quickly) "What about pinball?!?!?!"
APRIL FOOLS!!!!!!
(Tearing up very quickly) "What about pinball?!?!?!"
APRIL FOOLS!!!!!!
somebody call guinness!
Lately the little man hasn't been napping too much. But it's not like he hasn't needed them. Lately, he's been acting a little, I don't know, shall we say, CRAZY? Very over-tired, going from slap-happy silly to an emotional wreck at the drop of a hat -- the kind of craziness where he's slapping himself in the face then crying over the fact that he just drew the perfect R. No, really. That and he's drinking a lot of juice.
So today when I put him upstairs for his nap, and he told me he didn't want to take one, I wasn't surprised, but I really didn't feel like arguing, so I just told him to play quietly for a while. I went downstairs and could hear him playing with his train track over the monitor. Then, in the next minute, I heard some grunting, then, I heard some snoring.
Now this wouldn't be blogworthy other than the fact that never in his three years of life has he been a nap initiator. He's never just fallen asleep while watching TV or while doing anything for that matter. But he got in his bed, pulled the covers over him, and the BOY FELL ASLEEP!
In other news, we just told the boy it was April Fools Day. Now for the past 15 minutes we've heard:
"I don't like milk. APRIL FOOLS!!!"
"I don't like yogurt parfaits. APRIL FOOLS!!!!"
"I don't like elephants. APRIL FOOLS!!!!"
"I don't like the sun. APRIL FOOLS!!!!"
Luckily we told him right before bed. It's very unfortunate that tomorrow is no longer April Fools.
So today when I put him upstairs for his nap, and he told me he didn't want to take one, I wasn't surprised, but I really didn't feel like arguing, so I just told him to play quietly for a while. I went downstairs and could hear him playing with his train track over the monitor. Then, in the next minute, I heard some grunting, then, I heard some snoring.
Now this wouldn't be blogworthy other than the fact that never in his three years of life has he been a nap initiator. He's never just fallen asleep while watching TV or while doing anything for that matter. But he got in his bed, pulled the covers over him, and the BOY FELL ASLEEP!
In other news, we just told the boy it was April Fools Day. Now for the past 15 minutes we've heard:
"I don't like milk. APRIL FOOLS!!!"
"I don't like yogurt parfaits. APRIL FOOLS!!!!"
"I don't like elephants. APRIL FOOLS!!!!"
"I don't like the sun. APRIL FOOLS!!!!"
Luckily we told him right before bed. It's very unfortunate that tomorrow is no longer April Fools.
Monday, March 31, 2008
thanks, walt. (jerk.)
Friday night Ed went out with a friend and Elian and I had movie night. We dimmed the lights, cuddled up under a big blanket with a piece of banana cream pie and watched 101 Dalmatians. He was super cuddly and super kissy. And it was super awesome.
Except for that part where Cruella Daville was smoking the long cigarette.
"What's that Mama?"
(Not wanting to make a big deal about it since I knew if I did, there would be no stopping him) "It's a cigarette."
"What is she doing?"
"She's smoking it. And that's very, very bad for you. She shouldn't be doing it." (Okay, maybe that was making a big deal about it, but I had to say something.)
"Maybe I can have a cigarette when I get older."
"No. You can't. Cigarettes are very bad for you. They're yucky. Mama and Papa don't smoke."
"Cruella Daville is smoking."
"That's because this movie was made a very long time ago. Before they knew that smoking was bad for you."
Fast forward to Sunday. We're playing baseball and out of the blue, he shouts, "CIGARETTE BUTT!" (Apparently he and Papa had found one outside.) Then this, "It's a cigarette...and it has a BUTT!!!! Hahahahahahaha!"
Forget the fact that Cruella Daville wanted to make furs out of Dalmatian puppies. She's trying to teach my baby to smoke!
Except for that part where Cruella Daville was smoking the long cigarette.
"What's that Mama?"
(Not wanting to make a big deal about it since I knew if I did, there would be no stopping him) "It's a cigarette."
"What is she doing?"
"She's smoking it. And that's very, very bad for you. She shouldn't be doing it." (Okay, maybe that was making a big deal about it, but I had to say something.)
"Maybe I can have a cigarette when I get older."
"No. You can't. Cigarettes are very bad for you. They're yucky. Mama and Papa don't smoke."
"Cruella Daville is smoking."
"That's because this movie was made a very long time ago. Before they knew that smoking was bad for you."
Fast forward to Sunday. We're playing baseball and out of the blue, he shouts, "CIGARETTE BUTT!" (Apparently he and Papa had found one outside.) Then this, "It's a cigarette...and it has a BUTT!!!! Hahahahahahaha!"
Forget the fact that Cruella Daville wanted to make furs out of Dalmatian puppies. She's trying to teach my baby to smoke!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
quote of the day
(Today we dropped off a piece of banana cream pie for Lempi. She was looking more dressed up than usual but said she wasn't going anywhere.)
ELIAN: Remember when we stopped by Lempi's house today and she was dressed up -- but she wasn't going anywhere? Why was she dressed up?
MAMA: I don't know, sometimes people get dressed up even when they're not going anywhere special just to make themselves feel good.
ELIAN: Sometime I want to get dressed up.
MAMA: Oh, yeah? What do you want to wear?
ELIAN: A Halloween costume...a scarf...and a soft coat.
ELIAN: Remember when we stopped by Lempi's house today and she was dressed up -- but she wasn't going anywhere? Why was she dressed up?
MAMA: I don't know, sometimes people get dressed up even when they're not going anywhere special just to make themselves feel good.
ELIAN: Sometime I want to get dressed up.
MAMA: Oh, yeah? What do you want to wear?
ELIAN: A Halloween costume...a scarf...and a soft coat.
one of life's great mysteries
For reasons unbeknownst to us, the other day, the little man kept saying this:
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
just be thankful
that you weren't here to see the look on his face when I explained that the chick -- the one that the Easter Bunny brought, that has been sitting submerged in water for over a day, that we've been watching and waiting for it to hatch, yes, that one -- is not actually going to hatch a REAL chick, just a plastic one.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
say whaaa?
The little man has been known to blurt out random and unrelated things in a tourrettes-like fashion. A while ago, out of nowhere, this came out of his mouth: "Words-and-pictures-by-Sid-Hoff." Then, tonight while we were playing pool before bed, he muttered something about Richard Scarry. Is there some sort of children-book-illustrator form of tourrettes?
I think I'm going to google it.
I think I'm going to google it.
he's got the music in him
I've been dreaming of the day I'd see my boy on stage dressed like a tree delivering some three-word line he dutifully rehearsed. Well, we haven't quite reached that milestone yet, but he did have his first pre-school performance at their potluck dinner the other night.
I didn't even think he was going to be part of the performance considering he's only there two afternoons a week, missing the music class (apparently he was involved in some clandestine rehearsals). He was also feeling a bit under the weather at the time. But all things considered, I think he truly shined.
Here's a small sample of the Leprechaun Song. (Be thankful it's a small sample -- it was a very. long. song.) I love how the big brothers in the audience sing along and do the motions as they watch.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
a story about stories
Once upon a time there was a little boy who didn't like to go to bed. So the Mama and Papa thought, "Hey, let's let him listen to stories while he's falling asleep." So the Papa went to iTunes and downloaded several happy stories that would lull him into a peaceful slumber.
Oh, how the little boy enjoyed the stories -- Tiki, Tiki, Tembo, Frog and Toad, Winnie the Pooh, Dr. Seuess -- they became his dearest friends. Each night he would start them up himself using a remote control. And each night he would slowly drift off to sleep as the stories progressed.
Then one night something bad happened. Something very bad. Instead of pushing play on the CD remote control, the little boy (or the Mama) pushed "Repeat". About 45 minutes later, after leaving his room, the Mama heard frantic crying. She raced up to the little boy's room to see what was the matter and this is what she heard:
"Make it stop!...It keeps playing Tiki, Tiki, Tembo!"
The Mama realized what had happened : The little boy had heard Tiki, Tiki, Tembo over and over again. Either that or he drifted off to sleep to Tiki, Tiki, Tembo and then woke up later to hear it still playing. Clearly very traumatic.
That was a good few months ago and to this day the little boy still does not want to hear any stories when he goes to bed. Nor does he want to hear them before his nap. And don't even try to suggest music.
The End.
Oh, how the little boy enjoyed the stories -- Tiki, Tiki, Tembo, Frog and Toad, Winnie the Pooh, Dr. Seuess -- they became his dearest friends. Each night he would start them up himself using a remote control. And each night he would slowly drift off to sleep as the stories progressed.
Then one night something bad happened. Something very bad. Instead of pushing play on the CD remote control, the little boy (or the Mama) pushed "Repeat". About 45 minutes later, after leaving his room, the Mama heard frantic crying. She raced up to the little boy's room to see what was the matter and this is what she heard:
"Make it stop!...It keeps playing Tiki, Tiki, Tembo!"
The Mama realized what had happened : The little boy had heard Tiki, Tiki, Tembo over and over again. Either that or he drifted off to sleep to Tiki, Tiki, Tembo and then woke up later to hear it still playing. Clearly very traumatic.
That was a good few months ago and to this day the little boy still does not want to hear any stories when he goes to bed. Nor does he want to hear them before his nap. And don't even try to suggest music.
The End.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
i was dancing at the lesbian bar
This weekend was chock-full of family fun. It was the first weekend in a while that neither Ed nor I had any work to do, so we packed in a whole lot of action.
Friday night, Ed and I had a date night, while Elian stayed home with Ed's friend Mary (on whom I think Elian may have a wee crush). We ate fancy-pants Mexican food at Masa followed by a Jonathan Richman show. This took me back to when our love was young. Ed introduced me to Jonathan Richman when we first started dating and we have seen him perform a few times. But now that I'm as old as the hills, I was having trouble staying awake until the end of the show. Nonetheless, it was very enjoyable.
If you've never seen Jonathan Richman perform, here's what you're missing.
Saturday morning we enjoyed piping hot pancakes (or "panks" as we call them in our family). Elian was a tad bit on the emotional side all morning -- crying for no apparent reason. So we were a little bit nervous to take him to the Minnesota Orchestra performance we had tickets for: Maya Angelou reading "On the Day You Were Born" with orchestra and visual accompaniment. It was a Free Target Family performance so I figured we could leave if we had to and Ed threw in an M&M bribe for good behavior. Before the performance, they had a hands-on music factory and Elian got to try a violin and some other instruments out. I sort of thought he would enjoy the orchestra given his love for classical music, but I really wasn't sure if he was going to be able to sit through the whole thing. His reaction to the performance didn't disappoint. He sat on the edge of his seat gasping as the music reached a crescendo. Having him sit on my lap as we listened and watched Maya Angelou read a children's book was beyond awesome. I'm so glad we went.
After the orchestra, we went out to dinner at Conga, a "Latin Bistro." Luckily they had white paper over the tablecloths so little e could draw to his heart's content. I wish we would've saved this piece of paper given the elaborate drawings on it -- marble runs, a picture of Norman -- with Elian hair, an ice cream cone, cherry, bird, loaf of bread, Christmas tree, basketball -- all on his head. Not to mention a hysterical family flow chart. After watching Papa perform impressive magic tricks putting crayons up his nose and pulling them out of his mouth, the whole family was in a fit of giggles which culminated in Ed knocking his coke off the table. We wrapped up the dinner with some delicious flan that Elian devoured almost entirely on his own.
As if the carb-loading pancake breakfast yesterday wasn't enough, this morning we had homemade waffles. Elian enjoyed the comparison of the batter oozing into the squares as a marble going down a marble run. Next it was a family walk. Then, in the afternoon, Elian's friend Emma had her birthday party at a Ballroom Dance studio where we received dance lessons from a baby ballroom dance instructor. What a hoot that was.
The End.
Friday night, Ed and I had a date night, while Elian stayed home with Ed's friend Mary (on whom I think Elian may have a wee crush). We ate fancy-pants Mexican food at Masa followed by a Jonathan Richman show. This took me back to when our love was young. Ed introduced me to Jonathan Richman when we first started dating and we have seen him perform a few times. But now that I'm as old as the hills, I was having trouble staying awake until the end of the show. Nonetheless, it was very enjoyable.
If you've never seen Jonathan Richman perform, here's what you're missing.
Saturday morning we enjoyed piping hot pancakes (or "panks" as we call them in our family). Elian was a tad bit on the emotional side all morning -- crying for no apparent reason. So we were a little bit nervous to take him to the Minnesota Orchestra performance we had tickets for: Maya Angelou reading "On the Day You Were Born" with orchestra and visual accompaniment. It was a Free Target Family performance so I figured we could leave if we had to and Ed threw in an M&M bribe for good behavior. Before the performance, they had a hands-on music factory and Elian got to try a violin and some other instruments out. I sort of thought he would enjoy the orchestra given his love for classical music, but I really wasn't sure if he was going to be able to sit through the whole thing. His reaction to the performance didn't disappoint. He sat on the edge of his seat gasping as the music reached a crescendo. Having him sit on my lap as we listened and watched Maya Angelou read a children's book was beyond awesome. I'm so glad we went.
After the orchestra, we went out to dinner at Conga, a "Latin Bistro." Luckily they had white paper over the tablecloths so little e could draw to his heart's content. I wish we would've saved this piece of paper given the elaborate drawings on it -- marble runs, a picture of Norman -- with Elian hair, an ice cream cone, cherry, bird, loaf of bread, Christmas tree, basketball -- all on his head. Not to mention a hysterical family flow chart. After watching Papa perform impressive magic tricks putting crayons up his nose and pulling them out of his mouth, the whole family was in a fit of giggles which culminated in Ed knocking his coke off the table. We wrapped up the dinner with some delicious flan that Elian devoured almost entirely on his own.
As if the carb-loading pancake breakfast yesterday wasn't enough, this morning we had homemade waffles. Elian enjoyed the comparison of the batter oozing into the squares as a marble going down a marble run. Next it was a family walk. Then, in the afternoon, Elian's friend Emma had her birthday party at a Ballroom Dance studio where we received dance lessons from a baby ballroom dance instructor. What a hoot that was.
The End.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
keep your paws off him, posh.
Ed and Elian started taking a soccer class together. They play little "games" at the end of the practice. Our little man has come home twice with the news that he scored a goal!
Here are some of the highlights:
This is the "Airplane Stop". You may have seen David Beckham perform this one.
And here's the intense game. I love how he just stops running -- seemingly out of sheer lack of interest.
Here are some of the highlights:
This is the "Airplane Stop". You may have seen David Beckham perform this one.
And here's the intense game. I love how he just stops running -- seemingly out of sheer lack of interest.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
quote of the day
(While watching a youtube video that was experiencing a few video hiccups.)
"I think that it wasn't downloaded very well."
(That was the 3 year-old, not me.)
"I think that it wasn't downloaded very well."
(That was the 3 year-old, not me.)
Monday, March 03, 2008
the power of candy
When Elian started playschool, he really, really loved it. Then, right before we left to Florida, he decided he didn't like it too much. He would ask me that day if he had to go to playschool and when I said yes, he would start to cry. Getting him ready to go wasn't so nice. I had to struggle with him to get his jacket on and I felt awful dropping him off -- like, "See ya later, kid! Sorry."
But I should've known, like most unpleasant things with him, it was just a stage. Or was it?
He had missed Valentine's Day at playschool since we were in Florida. When I picked him up after his first day back, there was a bag with his name on it sitting on his carpet square. We opened it up when we got home. Inside were the most glorious contents a little boy who didn't like playschool could find -- valentines, candy, tattoos, candy, a pencil, candy. And did I mention, CANDY!?!? Shortly after seeing everything in the bag and eating a few M&Ms, he decided that playschool wasn't so bad after all. In fact, he loved playschool again.
I did explain that it was just a special thing for Valentine's Day and that he wasn't going to get candy and nice cards every day. But since then, he has been more than happy to go and still loves it as much as he did in the beginning...
...or does he?
But I should've known, like most unpleasant things with him, it was just a stage. Or was it?
He had missed Valentine's Day at playschool since we were in Florida. When I picked him up after his first day back, there was a bag with his name on it sitting on his carpet square. We opened it up when we got home. Inside were the most glorious contents a little boy who didn't like playschool could find -- valentines, candy, tattoos, candy, a pencil, candy. And did I mention, CANDY!?!? Shortly after seeing everything in the bag and eating a few M&Ms, he decided that playschool wasn't so bad after all. In fact, he loved playschool again.
I did explain that it was just a special thing for Valentine's Day and that he wasn't going to get candy and nice cards every day. But since then, he has been more than happy to go and still loves it as much as he did in the beginning...
...or does he?
the weekend in review
We had a jim-dandy weekend here at the Hernandezeseseses. Friday night, Ed went out with the boys, so the little man and I had a date. We went out for pizza and ice cream and might I say he was a true gentleman.
Saturday night we took Elian to his first basketball game. We checked out the local high school basketball schedule and saw the De La Salle Highschool Islanders against the Minneapolis North Polars. I wasn't sure who to root for given my little sister went to Minneapolis North. But since we were at De La Salle for the game, I thought maybe we should root, root, root for the home team. So we rooted for both teams.
We got some popcorn, a coke and Elian picked out a giant snicker bar -- all for the low, low price of $3. What a deal. The little man sat captivated through almost the entire game, gnawing away at his snicker bar and wiping chocolate drool from his face. He couldn't believe all the basketballs flying around during warmup. It was quite an exciting game. According to the chatty dude sitting next to me, apparently De La Salle's star player had just been expelled. And he was ranked like number something in the nation, blah, blah, blah! Alas, De La Salle lost by one point. Stupid expulsion -- that'll teach ya, kid.
On Sunday we went bowling. We wouldn't tell the little dude where we were going. He was pleasantly surprised when we arrived at the bowling alley. They had bumpers and even a little ramp to roll the ball down. I'm proud to say I broke 100. I think I need to play with bumpers more often -- and maybe a ramp.
Saturday night we took Elian to his first basketball game. We checked out the local high school basketball schedule and saw the De La Salle Highschool Islanders against the Minneapolis North Polars. I wasn't sure who to root for given my little sister went to Minneapolis North. But since we were at De La Salle for the game, I thought maybe we should root, root, root for the home team. So we rooted for both teams.
We got some popcorn, a coke and Elian picked out a giant snicker bar -- all for the low, low price of $3. What a deal. The little man sat captivated through almost the entire game, gnawing away at his snicker bar and wiping chocolate drool from his face. He couldn't believe all the basketballs flying around during warmup. It was quite an exciting game. According to the chatty dude sitting next to me, apparently De La Salle's star player had just been expelled. And he was ranked like number something in the nation, blah, blah, blah! Alas, De La Salle lost by one point. Stupid expulsion -- that'll teach ya, kid.
On Sunday we went bowling. We wouldn't tell the little dude where we were going. He was pleasantly surprised when we arrived at the bowling alley. They had bumpers and even a little ramp to roll the ball down. I'm proud to say I broke 100. I think I need to play with bumpers more often -- and maybe a ramp.
Friday, February 29, 2008
color me the proud wife
Ed's miniature-golf-hole submission to the Walker's Walker in the Rough has been accepted. Hooray!
Not to give it away, but let's just say it's marble-run inspired and he worked very hard on it the night before it was due (he's very good at high-pressure deadlines, this one). Not only that, but his agency, BBDO, agreed to sponsor it. So now when it comes to actually constructing the thing, he can do it during work hours (double hooray!).
To my family who visits every Memorial Day Weekend, guess what we can do this year (as if Grandma and Grandpa didn't get enough miniature golfing with us in Florida)? And to anyone else out there who wants to visit before Labor Day, we get unlimited free passes.
Now I know how it feels to be the wife of a rock star.
Not to give it away, but let's just say it's marble-run inspired and he worked very hard on it the night before it was due (he's very good at high-pressure deadlines, this one). Not only that, but his agency, BBDO, agreed to sponsor it. So now when it comes to actually constructing the thing, he can do it during work hours (double hooray!).
To my family who visits every Memorial Day Weekend, guess what we can do this year (as if Grandma and Grandpa didn't get enough miniature golfing with us in Florida)? And to anyone else out there who wants to visit before Labor Day, we get unlimited free passes.
Now I know how it feels to be the wife of a rock star.
quote of the day
(After watching luge videos with Papa on YouTube.)
ELIAN: When I get older, I'm going to wear a helmet and do the luge.
MAMA: Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
ELIAN: Yes.
(A few minutes later, standing on the couch.)
ELIAN: Now, I'm going to do something very scary...It's called the FL-UGE.
ELIAN: When I get older, I'm going to wear a helmet and do the luge.
MAMA: Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
ELIAN: Yes.
(A few minutes later, standing on the couch.)
ELIAN: Now, I'm going to do something very scary...It's called the FL-UGE.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Phlorida Photos
Ye was definitely enchanted.
Note: Different shirt. You thought I was kidding about miniature golfing every day.
The little man was in charge of distributing golf balls. It went like this: blue for him, green for Papa, orange for Mama, purple for Grandma and black for Grandpa.
Something we did, that amazingly enough, wasn't golf-related.
Notice the concentration-mode tongue -- just like Papa!
The little dude's heroes du jour.
Grandpa and his Mini-Me.
A beach-trolley snuggle.
A pelican about to dive for a fish.
A vision in pink.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
"i like florida"
We just returned from five glorious nights in Florida, otherwise known as the "I-like-Florida" tour only because Elian said these words about every 5 minutes. That along with how much he loved Grandma and Grandpa.
It's always hard for me to write about the more eventful events. I get a little overwhelmed trying to remember everything that happened. But since I'm leaving Friday morning for Sacramento, I wanted to get as much as I could remember down. There's no chance of me remembering anything come Monday. So, here's the somewhat detailed play by play.
Our stay in Florida with Grandma and Grandpa Schulz got off to an awesome start when we headed to baggage claim. I said to Elian, "Look who's here to pick us up, it's Grandma!" and he ran the distance to her arms open and a huge smile across his face. Back at Grandma and Grandpa's, Grandma marveled the boy with her ability to produce an endless supply of cardboard tubes for his creations. And the little man patiently waited for Grandpa to return from his golf tournament so that he could swing a club with him. When Grandpa arrived, we ended up going miniature golfing. Little did we know, this would be one of five trips to the miniature golf course. The things you do for love. (By the way, in Florida they take their miniature golf VERY seriously. This is where we played. -- and it was totally worth the $9.75 admission price.) We wrapped up the evening with Grandma's famous chicken and wine sauce and a Florida staple: key lime pie. (Little did I know this would be one of probably five pieces of key lime pie I ate while I was there.)
The next day, we attempted to go to the beach. But since we got a late start, we were stuck in an awful line of traffic longer than we wanted to be. And isn't a beach experience supposed to be about relaxation? So instead we found a great place for lunch, then played a round of miniature golf at a different place (the little man got two, count 'em, two, holes in one!). Then, we sampled three of Baskin Robbins' 31 flavors. We had so much fun that day -- it ended up being a very happy accident that there was so much traffic. We got back to Grandma and Grandpa's and hit the pool. Then, Grandpa cooked up some fish on the grill and Ed made his pineapple salsa as an accompaniment. More key lime pie.
Saturday, we spent some quality time making marble runs and playing golf with Grandpa before we went out to lunch with Dr. Hakim & Co. Back at Dr. Hakim's place, Elian tried his hand with some living room putting. Then it was back to Grandma and Grandpa's for the big Edison Light Parade. (By the way, in Florida, they take their parades VERY seriously.) This was a two-hour parade that apparently people set up chairs days before. There were some cool floats, some festive marching bands and gunfire, lots and lots of gunfire -- apparently this was a new addition to the ELP (lucky us). The fellas and I made a food-booth run and picked up a giant turkey leg for Aunt Roberta, a "bratwurst" for Grandpa and some Latin fare for Ed and myself (pork, black beans and rice, and plantains - yum). Lest you think there was no miniature golf that day, there was. We played it on our way to Dr. Hakim's house. And here, I'd almost forgotten.
On Sunday, we got an early start and headed to the beach. I'm pleased to report, traffic was minimal. We spent a few hours building sandcastles, collecting shell remnants, and the highlight of the morning, watching Pelicans and dolphins just off the pier. We feasted on Greek gyros followed by ice cream. Arteries, shmarteries! When we got back, Elian coerced Grandpa into playing more golf (he really had to do some arm twisting). I may have rested my eyes for a little bit. Then, more swimming at the pool followed by more miniature golf for EVERYONE! Grandpa blamed his game on the fact that we were playing in the dark and that Elian had once again chosen a black golf ball for him. We went out to dinner where I ate about six pounds of mashed sweet potatoes with cinnamon.
Monday morning we lounged around. Elian played some golf with Grandpa and some Gnip Gnop with Grandma. Then, we went spent some time at Lakes Park splashing in the fountains and riding the teeny tiny train. We had lunch at the same yummy place we ate at when the day we skipped the beach. Then, remember that huge line of traffic I told you about on the way to the beach? Grandpa got in that line of traffic to pick up some fish at the fish market. Lucky for Elian, he had Papa's iPod and a few episodes of Calliou. Some of us were not so lucky. That said, the delicious fish dinner that night made it totally worth while. Did I mention we ate more key lime pie? And that we also went miniature golfing AGAIN after dinner?
It was a pretty sweet trip. Elian professed his love for Grandma and Grandpa no fewer than 6 million times a day. He also told us how much he liked Florida. And miniature golf.
Now that I've given you and overly detailed day-by-day diary, I'll close with these random thoughts/memories I don't want to forget:
Seeing the box of egg sandwiches we were served on the plane that said this: Buddie's "quality" food -- which reminded me of this website.
Elian and Grandma playing "Two little puppies sitting on a couch".
This quote of the day:
MAMA: Good shot Tiger Woods!
ELIAN: Thanks, Mama Woods!
Grandpa and Elian watching a pool tricks tournament on ESPN (who knew?).
My newfound crossword-puzzle addiction.
My newfound fresh-squeezed-orange-juice-preferably-orange-cranberry addiction (although I think the husband might even be more addicted than I am -- he practically had a juice glass attached to his face the whole trip). Damn you, Sun Harvest Citrus and your free juice samples!
My newfound keylime-pie addiction. Again, Sun Harvest Citrus, I blame you.
Then today, I was showing Elian his new magazine. There was something in there about a Sea Lion to which he replied:
"That's like Sea Line Pie" (apparently he had gotten his fill of key lime pie in Florida too.)
Stay tuned for pictures.
It's always hard for me to write about the more eventful events. I get a little overwhelmed trying to remember everything that happened. But since I'm leaving Friday morning for Sacramento, I wanted to get as much as I could remember down. There's no chance of me remembering anything come Monday. So, here's the somewhat detailed play by play.
Our stay in Florida with Grandma and Grandpa Schulz got off to an awesome start when we headed to baggage claim. I said to Elian, "Look who's here to pick us up, it's Grandma!" and he ran the distance to her arms open and a huge smile across his face. Back at Grandma and Grandpa's, Grandma marveled the boy with her ability to produce an endless supply of cardboard tubes for his creations. And the little man patiently waited for Grandpa to return from his golf tournament so that he could swing a club with him. When Grandpa arrived, we ended up going miniature golfing. Little did we know, this would be one of five trips to the miniature golf course. The things you do for love. (By the way, in Florida they take their miniature golf VERY seriously. This is where we played. -- and it was totally worth the $9.75 admission price.) We wrapped up the evening with Grandma's famous chicken and wine sauce and a Florida staple: key lime pie. (Little did I know this would be one of probably five pieces of key lime pie I ate while I was there.)
The next day, we attempted to go to the beach. But since we got a late start, we were stuck in an awful line of traffic longer than we wanted to be. And isn't a beach experience supposed to be about relaxation? So instead we found a great place for lunch, then played a round of miniature golf at a different place (the little man got two, count 'em, two, holes in one!). Then, we sampled three of Baskin Robbins' 31 flavors. We had so much fun that day -- it ended up being a very happy accident that there was so much traffic. We got back to Grandma and Grandpa's and hit the pool. Then, Grandpa cooked up some fish on the grill and Ed made his pineapple salsa as an accompaniment. More key lime pie.
Saturday, we spent some quality time making marble runs and playing golf with Grandpa before we went out to lunch with Dr. Hakim & Co. Back at Dr. Hakim's place, Elian tried his hand with some living room putting. Then it was back to Grandma and Grandpa's for the big Edison Light Parade. (By the way, in Florida, they take their parades VERY seriously.) This was a two-hour parade that apparently people set up chairs days before. There were some cool floats, some festive marching bands and gunfire, lots and lots of gunfire -- apparently this was a new addition to the ELP (lucky us). The fellas and I made a food-booth run and picked up a giant turkey leg for Aunt Roberta, a "bratwurst" for Grandpa and some Latin fare for Ed and myself (pork, black beans and rice, and plantains - yum). Lest you think there was no miniature golf that day, there was. We played it on our way to Dr. Hakim's house. And here, I'd almost forgotten.
On Sunday, we got an early start and headed to the beach. I'm pleased to report, traffic was minimal. We spent a few hours building sandcastles, collecting shell remnants, and the highlight of the morning, watching Pelicans and dolphins just off the pier. We feasted on Greek gyros followed by ice cream. Arteries, shmarteries! When we got back, Elian coerced Grandpa into playing more golf (he really had to do some arm twisting). I may have rested my eyes for a little bit. Then, more swimming at the pool followed by more miniature golf for EVERYONE! Grandpa blamed his game on the fact that we were playing in the dark and that Elian had once again chosen a black golf ball for him. We went out to dinner where I ate about six pounds of mashed sweet potatoes with cinnamon.
Monday morning we lounged around. Elian played some golf with Grandpa and some Gnip Gnop with Grandma. Then, we went spent some time at Lakes Park splashing in the fountains and riding the teeny tiny train. We had lunch at the same yummy place we ate at when the day we skipped the beach. Then, remember that huge line of traffic I told you about on the way to the beach? Grandpa got in that line of traffic to pick up some fish at the fish market. Lucky for Elian, he had Papa's iPod and a few episodes of Calliou. Some of us were not so lucky. That said, the delicious fish dinner that night made it totally worth while. Did I mention we ate more key lime pie? And that we also went miniature golfing AGAIN after dinner?
It was a pretty sweet trip. Elian professed his love for Grandma and Grandpa no fewer than 6 million times a day. He also told us how much he liked Florida. And miniature golf.
Now that I've given you and overly detailed day-by-day diary, I'll close with these random thoughts/memories I don't want to forget:
Seeing the box of egg sandwiches we were served on the plane that said this: Buddie's "quality" food -- which reminded me of this website.
Elian and Grandma playing "Two little puppies sitting on a couch".
This quote of the day:
MAMA: Good shot Tiger Woods!
ELIAN: Thanks, Mama Woods!
Grandpa and Elian watching a pool tricks tournament on ESPN (who knew?).
My newfound crossword-puzzle addiction.
My newfound fresh-squeezed-orange-juice-preferably-orange-cranberry addiction (although I think the husband might even be more addicted than I am -- he practically had a juice glass attached to his face the whole trip). Damn you, Sun Harvest Citrus and your free juice samples!
My newfound keylime-pie addiction. Again, Sun Harvest Citrus, I blame you.
Then today, I was showing Elian his new magazine. There was something in there about a Sea Lion to which he replied:
"That's like Sea Line Pie" (apparently he had gotten his fill of key lime pie in Florida too.)
Stay tuned for pictures.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
like hope, but different.
This came from a "frequent Hernan-dos reader." It makes me giggle and want to cry at the same time.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
things i have learned from baking and frosting valentine's cutout cookies with a 3-year-old
• It's best to spread it out over two days: Baking one day, frosting the next.
• Even if you decorate special M&M-covered cookies for certain papas, you have the right to change your mind and decide that they're all for you.
• Ditto about the special green frosted cookies.
• Oh, and that part about bringing the cookies to Florida and not eating any until you're there. Sounded good at the time.
• When you're three, there's no such thing as too many sprinkles.
• Even if you decorate special M&M-covered cookies for certain papas, you have the right to change your mind and decide that they're all for you.
• Ditto about the special green frosted cookies.
• Oh, and that part about bringing the cookies to Florida and not eating any until you're there. Sounded good at the time.
• When you're three, there's no such thing as too many sprinkles.
quote of the day
(I'm trying on a dress I bought to wear for a friend's wedding.)
"Mama, you look good in that...You look like a wedding girl!"
I can always count on the kid for a little ego boost.
"Mama, you look good in that...You look like a wedding girl!"
I can always count on the kid for a little ego boost.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
mission annoying
Ever since he saw this on YouTube, the little man's been somewhat "enamored" (understatement alert!) with the theme to Mission Impossible.
Yesterday, I listened to him sing this theme for about 20 minutes straight while I made dinner. And while that doesn't sound too challenging in itself, it was the same spot of the theme over and over and over and over and over. And did I mention over? I had to do everything in my power not to scream "SHUT UP ALREADY!!" But he was having so much fun, moving his marble throughout the house, pretending our house was one giant marble run, that it made the annoyance totally worthwhile.
I'm pleased to report he was at it again this morning. This time though, his Mission Impossible was cut short. Where's Tom Cruise when you need him?
Yesterday, I listened to him sing this theme for about 20 minutes straight while I made dinner. And while that doesn't sound too challenging in itself, it was the same spot of the theme over and over and over and over and over. And did I mention over? I had to do everything in my power not to scream "SHUT UP ALREADY!!" But he was having so much fun, moving his marble throughout the house, pretending our house was one giant marble run, that it made the annoyance totally worthwhile.
I'm pleased to report he was at it again this morning. This time though, his Mission Impossible was cut short. Where's Tom Cruise when you need him?
Thursday, February 07, 2008
quote of the day
(Calling from the other room with equal amounts excitement and surprise.)
Mama, I got out of the couch crack!!!
Mama, I got out of the couch crack!!!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
quote of the day
(While reading Ferdinand the Bull before bed.)
PAPA: What is that?
ELIAN: A shirt.
PAPA: It's called a "Camiseta" in Spain. What are those?
ELIAN: Pants.
PAPA: They're called "Pantalonas" in Spain. (Pointing to shoes) Do you know what those are called in Spain?
ELIAN: Shoes-a-pita??
PAPA: What is that?
ELIAN: A shirt.
PAPA: It's called a "Camiseta" in Spain. What are those?
ELIAN: Pants.
PAPA: They're called "Pantalonas" in Spain. (Pointing to shoes) Do you know what those are called in Spain?
ELIAN: Shoes-a-pita??
waiter, there's a RAT in my soup!
Today during lunch, little e told me he saw a mouse (more specifically, a rat -- "like ratatouille") in his chicken noodle soup. Of course I had to take a picture. The little man can spot so many shapes and faces in things (and not just in his poop).
If the bowl's a clock, look around 4 o'clock. Can you see it?
If the bowl's a clock, look around 4 o'clock. Can you see it?
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
quote of the day
(Watching pool tricks on You Tube.)
Elian: I want to watch that one.
Papa: Pool Gods??
Elian: I like Gods.
Papa: What do you like about them.
Elian: Because they're so funny.
Elian: I want to watch that one.
Papa: Pool Gods??
Elian: I like Gods.
Papa: What do you like about them.
Elian: Because they're so funny.
Friday, February 01, 2008
drop that whopper!
I'm not a vegetarian. Sometimes the thought of meat gives me the heebie jeebies. Then, in the next minute, I can crave a big, juicy steak or hamburger. We probably eat meat two or three times a week but I think I could definitely give it up without missing it too much (especially if I had my own private chef like Oprah).
Anyhoo, in the spirit of tree-hugging tips, I thought this was kinda interesting. Particularly about the 9th paragraph down where it says: "...if Americans were to reduce meat consumption by just 20 percent it would be as if we all switched from a standard sedan -- a Camry, say -- to the ultra efficient Prius."
Anyhoo, in the spirit of tree-hugging tips, I thought this was kinda interesting. Particularly about the 9th paragraph down where it says: "...if Americans were to reduce meat consumption by just 20 percent it would be as if we all switched from a standard sedan -- a Camry, say -- to the ultra efficient Prius."
Thursday, January 31, 2008
birthday 3 highlights
• Bowling with the cousins. Bumpers for the kids, gutters and beer for the adults. The husband was high scorer -- talk about a turn on. (Pictures soon -- hopefully.)
• Apparently it was the year of the puzzle. The boy received five of them for his birthday. That's a-okay with me. I love me some puzzles. Did I ever tell you about the time when Ed and I were up north and I did the complete blue sky (minus clouds) with about 10 gazillion pieces BY MYSELF?!? They're still talking about it in the puzzle annals (tee hee, annals). The other day, little e and I did four of the five puzzles he received.
• Sledding with the cousins even though the boy was coughing up a lung. (Pictures soon. Hopefully. Ahem, Ed.)
• Having the little dude's friends over for a birthday playdate. They all made him cards (Freddy professed his love for Elian in the one he made -- that's Freddy, the same little boy who likes to play tackle basketball. I have a feeling Elian and Freddy will grow to be good buddies.)
• He had to skip Monday playschool because he was so worn out from his birthday playdate -- he was begging for his nap before lunch. I figured he needed a little down time after about a week straight of go-go-go activity. When he returned to playschool on Wednesday, he brought cupcakes to share. And they made him a birthday crown and a sign. His friend Lizander made him a card.
My baby's getting so big. Sniff.
• Apparently it was the year of the puzzle. The boy received five of them for his birthday. That's a-okay with me. I love me some puzzles. Did I ever tell you about the time when Ed and I were up north and I did the complete blue sky (minus clouds) with about 10 gazillion pieces BY MYSELF?!? They're still talking about it in the puzzle annals (tee hee, annals). The other day, little e and I did four of the five puzzles he received.
• Sledding with the cousins even though the boy was coughing up a lung. (Pictures soon. Hopefully. Ahem, Ed.)
• Having the little dude's friends over for a birthday playdate. They all made him cards (Freddy professed his love for Elian in the one he made -- that's Freddy, the same little boy who likes to play tackle basketball. I have a feeling Elian and Freddy will grow to be good buddies.)
• He had to skip Monday playschool because he was so worn out from his birthday playdate -- he was begging for his nap before lunch. I figured he needed a little down time after about a week straight of go-go-go activity. When he returned to playschool on Wednesday, he brought cupcakes to share. And they made him a birthday crown and a sign. His friend Lizander made him a card.
My baby's getting so big. Sniff.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
and now a depressing word from our sponsor
You might want to get your magnifying glass out before viewing this video about plastics.
We'll be back soon with happy thoughts about the big 3-year birthday blowout.
We'll be back soon with happy thoughts about the big 3-year birthday blowout.
quote of the day
ELIAN: Papa, let's play basketball!
PAPA: Okay, I'm ready. Let's play golf!
ELIAN: No! Don't freak me out!
PAPA: Okay, I'm ready. Let's play golf!
ELIAN: No! Don't freak me out!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
a boy and his coins
Yesterday we took our giant change collection and made a deposit into little e's college fund. I don't have the exact total handy but I know it was over $300 -- just a little more than it was almost exactly two years ago when we last cashed it in.
At this rate, by the time he's 18, we will have saved over $2700 just in change. In 2023, that might be enough for him to host his very first kegger -- wouldn't you think?
At this rate, by the time he's 18, we will have saved over $2700 just in change. In 2023, that might be enough for him to host his very first kegger -- wouldn't you think?
Friday, January 18, 2008
quote of the day
Papa: Do you know what's coming up, buddy?
Elian: What?
Papa: Your birthday...and do you know what you get on your birthday?
Elian: CAKE!
Papa: Yes, and what else?
Elian: Treats!
Papa: Sort of. It starts with a ""P... ppp....ppp...ppp"
Elian: PAJAMAS!!!
Elian: What?
Papa: Your birthday...and do you know what you get on your birthday?
Elian: CAKE!
Papa: Yes, and what else?
Elian: Treats!
Papa: Sort of. It starts with a ""P... ppp....ppp...ppp"
Elian: PAJAMAS!!!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
quite possibly the cutest thing ever
Little e's still feeling a bit under the weather. We're playing hookie from our class this morning and laying low. I think he had a bit too much crazy-running-screaming-maniac time at play school yesterday.
He asked me if he could watch Air Buddies (thanks, Aunt Karen), then made himself comfortable with his blanket, Target, snack and juice. He marveled at the fact that his brother Norman did not jump off the couch when he got on like he usually does. And I told him it was because he wanted to watch Air Buddies too.
So throughout the beginning of the movie, this is what I hear.
"Look Puppers, they kinda look like you...except they're smaller...and they're not black..."
"Look Norman, that boy has a ball blanket like mine..."
"Did you see that, Puppers?"
And then he moved. And Norman jumped off the couch to flee from the danger, running upstairs, far away from humans.
He asked me if he could watch Air Buddies (thanks, Aunt Karen), then made himself comfortable with his blanket, Target, snack and juice. He marveled at the fact that his brother Norman did not jump off the couch when he got on like he usually does. And I told him it was because he wanted to watch Air Buddies too.
So throughout the beginning of the movie, this is what I hear.
"Look Puppers, they kinda look like you...except they're smaller...and they're not black..."
"Look Norman, that boy has a ball blanket like mine..."
"Did you see that, Puppers?"
And then he moved. And Norman jumped off the couch to flee from the danger, running upstairs, far away from humans.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
tree-hugger tip
Hey, you know those big ol' plastic bags bedding usually comes in? They make great storage for multi-piece toys (your legos, marble run, train tracks, barbies, etc.) Zippers create easy-access. And see-through plastic makes it easy to identify which toy is in there. Or, let's say you're making a marble run (purely hypothetical -- NOT!) and you really need the roundy-round piece. Where is it? Just look in your see-through plastic bag -- much better than digging through a dark cloth bag. What you have no small children with multi-piece toys? What about those shampoo bottles you've been stashing away from your luxury-hotel trips? Or perhaps your stockings are getting tangled in your undies? Search no more!
quote of the day
(He wakes up before 7 a.m. It's still dark out. I stumble into his room tired and bleary-eyed.)
"Wanna play tag!?!?!?"
"Wanna play tag!?!?!?"
Monday, January 14, 2008
quote of the day
(While giving him a bath, I asked him if he'd rather use the robot pillow I made him at play school or keep the one he has there now with Mickey Mouse pillow case.)
"Um, I think Mickey Mouse."
"Don't you like the robot pillow?"
"No. But that's okay!"
"But, you like the robot t-shirt?"
"Yes."
"But not the robot pillow..."
"Let me tell you a story, Mama. A long, long time ago, when I was one year old (long dramatic pause)...a robot ate me."
"So, you don't like robots?"
"No. I like balls better."
"Um, I think Mickey Mouse."
"Don't you like the robot pillow?"
"No. But that's okay!"
"But, you like the robot t-shirt?"
"Yes."
"But not the robot pillow..."
"Let me tell you a story, Mama. A long, long time ago, when I was one year old (long dramatic pause)...a robot ate me."
"So, you don't like robots?"
"No. I like balls better."
Sunday, January 13, 2008
quote of the day
"I'm really, really, really, really, really, really thirsty!!!!"
(Said after Papa took his water bottle away from him after he chucked out of his bed two times.)
(Said after Papa took his water bottle away from him after he chucked out of his bed two times.)
giving the people what they want
A frequent reader of Hernan-dos has requested to see the matching robot shirts. So without further ado, I bring you, Matching Robot Shirts crafted by me with my bare hands. Red rosy cheeks and nose courtesy of perpetual boogers.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
quote of the day (and further evidence that the boy could be president)
(Getting ready to play croquet with his new croquet set.)
ELIAN: I'm going to be blue and you're going to be red.
MAMA: How do you get to decide what color I'm going to be?
ELIAN: Because I'm the decider.
ELIAN: I'm going to be blue and you're going to be red.
MAMA: How do you get to decide what color I'm going to be?
ELIAN: Because I'm the decider.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
boogers r us
Last night Elian was up all night coughing and crying with a wicked cold. Here we had gone nearly a year without a bad cold. I have a feeling this is just a taste of what's to come now that he's going to be hanging out in a germ-pool two afternoons a week.
I'm going to bed. I feel a scratchy throat coming on.
I'm going to bed. I feel a scratchy throat coming on.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
the end of an era
Elian's babysitter is spending a semester abroad in Scotland; her last day was Friday. I thought about finding a replacement for her. But now that the little man's getting older, it feels like he needs more play time with other kids. So now he will be going to pre-school Monday and Wednesday afternoons and one of his favorite sitters, Kim, will come to the house Friday afternoons.
I had mixed feelings about the whole daycare/preschool thing. They take naps there on tiny little plastic "cots" and I wasn't quite sure how he was going to take to that. His naps have been inconsistent to say the least. And I mean, I'd be dropping him off and shortly thereafter he would be taking a nap with a bunch of kids he didn't know. But today was his first day and I'm pleased to report it went really well. One of the teachers called me mid-way through the afternoon and told me he had slept until 2:45. Huh?? Whuh???
They have a "large muscle" portion of the afternoon where they run around like crazy and play with, hold on to your hats, BALLS! They actually have a pretty nice basketball hoop set up and Elian was very excited about that. When I picked him up today, he was all sweaty and drank about four little cups of water before we left the building. He chit-chatted my ear off all the way home about playschool and what he did that day. And I must say, although I say that I work from home, I hadn't really been able to do that. I would always leave when the babysitter got here and work from a cafe. But today I did work from home and man, it was weird being here without my little man.
Because none of my clients seem to get the work to me during my work hours, I often get it done in the evening or on the weekends sometimes leaving some of my "work time" open. That was the case today so I decided I'd take the opportunity to sew -- yes, I said sew -- my little guy a robot pillow case for a little pillow he could use for his playschool naps. And since apparently he told Papa the other day that he wanted a robot t-shirt like the one I made Papa, I made him one of those too.
When I picked him up today, I tell him in the car that I made him a little surprise. All the way home it was, "What is it?.... Can I see it?... What is it?..." That's when I knew I shouldn't have said anything. So we get out of the car and he says, "Where is the surprise, Mama?" We're in the garage. I tell him it's inside and when we get inside I show the pillowcase and t-shirt to him. His face begins to fall. "Is...that...it?...Is...that...my....surprise??" I see the tears welling up in his eyes. Mustering up as much enthusiasm as I can, "Yes, buddy, don't you like it?" "Where's the cool thing?...(now crying)...Is there something else??" I asked him what he thought it was going to be and gasping between the tears he managed to spit out, "a...ball...." Later he told me he wanted a snack (apparently playschool makes him both thirsty and hungry). After he ate his snack he said, "I feel better, Mama...I do like what you made me...I was hungry and that's why I was sad." The end.
I had mixed feelings about the whole daycare/preschool thing. They take naps there on tiny little plastic "cots" and I wasn't quite sure how he was going to take to that. His naps have been inconsistent to say the least. And I mean, I'd be dropping him off and shortly thereafter he would be taking a nap with a bunch of kids he didn't know. But today was his first day and I'm pleased to report it went really well. One of the teachers called me mid-way through the afternoon and told me he had slept until 2:45. Huh?? Whuh???
They have a "large muscle" portion of the afternoon where they run around like crazy and play with, hold on to your hats, BALLS! They actually have a pretty nice basketball hoop set up and Elian was very excited about that. When I picked him up today, he was all sweaty and drank about four little cups of water before we left the building. He chit-chatted my ear off all the way home about playschool and what he did that day. And I must say, although I say that I work from home, I hadn't really been able to do that. I would always leave when the babysitter got here and work from a cafe. But today I did work from home and man, it was weird being here without my little man.
Because none of my clients seem to get the work to me during my work hours, I often get it done in the evening or on the weekends sometimes leaving some of my "work time" open. That was the case today so I decided I'd take the opportunity to sew -- yes, I said sew -- my little guy a robot pillow case for a little pillow he could use for his playschool naps. And since apparently he told Papa the other day that he wanted a robot t-shirt like the one I made Papa, I made him one of those too.
When I picked him up today, I tell him in the car that I made him a little surprise. All the way home it was, "What is it?.... Can I see it?... What is it?..." That's when I knew I shouldn't have said anything. So we get out of the car and he says, "Where is the surprise, Mama?" We're in the garage. I tell him it's inside and when we get inside I show the pillowcase and t-shirt to him. His face begins to fall. "Is...that...it?...Is...that...my....surprise??" I see the tears welling up in his eyes. Mustering up as much enthusiasm as I can, "Yes, buddy, don't you like it?" "Where's the cool thing?...(now crying)...Is there something else??" I asked him what he thought it was going to be and gasping between the tears he managed to spit out, "a...ball...." Later he told me he wanted a snack (apparently playschool makes him both thirsty and hungry). After he ate his snack he said, "I feel better, Mama...I do like what you made me...I was hungry and that's why I was sad." The end.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
it's not easy
One of my New Years resolutions for 2008 is to be more green. Hello? What's that? I can practically hear the eyeballs rolling. Lately I've been experiencing a bit of climate change anxiety. And reading this doesn't help. Neither does this.
In the past, I feel like we've made pretty good efforts to be environmentally friendly. Our home recycles what we know can be recycled. In fact, I can't believe how much we recycle. I'd say we put at least six bags of recyclables out every two weeks and there are only three of us. Can I say "recycle" a little bit more???
The other day I was walking Norman and saw garbage out on the curb at one house. The garbage was put out in these almost-clear plastic bags and they didn't make any effort to separate the recyclables. Cans...cereal boxes...more cans... I began to feel all panicky inside. I came embarrassingly close to sifting through their garbage and sorting it out but then Norman barked, "Get a grip Woman -- there's nothing here for me to sniff and I've already claimed this block my property 64 times!"
When we started our hardcore recycling efforts a while back, I admit I thought it was kind of a pain to break down all the cereal boxes, packaging, clean out all the peanut butter jars, etc. But now, it's just second nature and I can't imagine not doing it. So this year, we're going to try to step it up a notch. If it turns out 90 percent of the scientific community is wrong and it is proven that human actions don't have anything to do with the planet, so be it -- I'll actually be relieved. I don't have anything to lose. And if anything, maybe I can help leave the world a little cleaner for my little monkey.
Anyhoo, here's what I'm thinking. In my quest to make the world a cleaner place, whenever I come up with an earth-friendly idea or discover some great green products, I'll let you know. We'll call these Tree-hugger Tips. If I can make even one person start living more green, I'll feel like I've done something. As Ghandi said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world, baby!" (Okay, maybe he didn't say the baby part.)
So, I bring you (drum roll, please) hernan-dos first Tree-Hugger Tip:
In the past, I had always used plastic bags from the grocery store to clean up after Norman. I didn't think those bags could be recycled. Then I found out they could if you bring them back to the grocery store. And I discovered these. I've been using them for about three months now and they've changed my life I tell you. They're very lightweight so they don't add a lot of bulk to your pocket. They have holes along the top so you can easily cinch the bag. And they're the perfect size. If you have a dog, run, don't walk and get yourself some poop bags.
UPDATE: This resolution is already starting to suck. We looked into getting some carpet for the upstairs. Turns out the style/color we liked wasn't recycled nor would it probably be recyclable considering it was bathed in Teflon. Ah well. Carpet, shmarpet. We'll keep looking.
In the past, I feel like we've made pretty good efforts to be environmentally friendly. Our home recycles what we know can be recycled. In fact, I can't believe how much we recycle. I'd say we put at least six bags of recyclables out every two weeks and there are only three of us. Can I say "recycle" a little bit more???
The other day I was walking Norman and saw garbage out on the curb at one house. The garbage was put out in these almost-clear plastic bags and they didn't make any effort to separate the recyclables. Cans...cereal boxes...more cans... I began to feel all panicky inside. I came embarrassingly close to sifting through their garbage and sorting it out but then Norman barked, "Get a grip Woman -- there's nothing here for me to sniff and I've already claimed this block my property 64 times!"
When we started our hardcore recycling efforts a while back, I admit I thought it was kind of a pain to break down all the cereal boxes, packaging, clean out all the peanut butter jars, etc. But now, it's just second nature and I can't imagine not doing it. So this year, we're going to try to step it up a notch. If it turns out 90 percent of the scientific community is wrong and it is proven that human actions don't have anything to do with the planet, so be it -- I'll actually be relieved. I don't have anything to lose. And if anything, maybe I can help leave the world a little cleaner for my little monkey.
Anyhoo, here's what I'm thinking. In my quest to make the world a cleaner place, whenever I come up with an earth-friendly idea or discover some great green products, I'll let you know. We'll call these Tree-hugger Tips. If I can make even one person start living more green, I'll feel like I've done something. As Ghandi said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world, baby!" (Okay, maybe he didn't say the baby part.)
So, I bring you (drum roll, please) hernan-dos first Tree-Hugger Tip:
In the past, I had always used plastic bags from the grocery store to clean up after Norman. I didn't think those bags could be recycled. Then I found out they could if you bring them back to the grocery store. And I discovered these. I've been using them for about three months now and they've changed my life I tell you. They're very lightweight so they don't add a lot of bulk to your pocket. They have holes along the top so you can easily cinch the bag. And they're the perfect size. If you have a dog, run, don't walk and get yourself some poop bags.
UPDATE: This resolution is already starting to suck. We looked into getting some carpet for the upstairs. Turns out the style/color we liked wasn't recycled nor would it probably be recyclable considering it was bathed in Teflon. Ah well. Carpet, shmarpet. We'll keep looking.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
quote of the day
"When I get older, I'm going to walk Norman by myself. Then, I will come home and Mama and Papa will make me a BIG smoothie and then I will say, (gripping himself in a hug) 'I love this smoothie'."
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
quote of the day
(After talking about his upcoming birthday upon which he will turn three years old.)
"When I turn three I want to be bald."
(And this is only a few weeks after I had to break it to him that he didn't get to drive when he turns three.)
"When I turn three I want to be bald."
(And this is only a few weeks after I had to break it to him that he didn't get to drive when he turns three.)
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
something that will make the men on my side of the family very happy
Today Elian kissed the Green Bay Packer football ornament before it went into the ornament box until next Christmas.
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