Monday, April 27, 2009
The heat is on...
and the Lemonade Stand is open for business! (Check out D.P. sitting under the stand in the shade playing his Nintendo DS. He really does not enjoy the outdoors!)
Daily earnings...$1.50
Minus $.50 to buy pretzels from our new neighbor down the street who also set up a stand. Minus $1.00 to buy ice cream from the ice cream truck.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The word is...
HOBOISH. As in...
"Homework is so hobo-ish"
or
"He was so hobo-ish in P.E. today"
My kids keep using this term and it cracks me up everytime I hear it. I asked if they knew what a "hobo" was and they could not tell me. The word reminds me of a word I always said as a kid...bobo. Bobo as in "these shoes are so bobo".
"Homework is so hobo-ish"
or
"He was so hobo-ish in P.E. today"
My kids keep using this term and it cracks me up everytime I hear it. I asked if they knew what a "hobo" was and they could not tell me. The word reminds me of a word I always said as a kid...bobo. Bobo as in "these shoes are so bobo".
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Easter Rewind...
D.P. dumped his candy out of his Easter bucket before collecting the plastic eggs in the yard. Then he had to wash the bucket with soap because he didn't want "the candy molecules to get on the eggs". Funny little kid.
One of the fun things about having children is how they keep you laughing...we made the kids race for the plastic eggs in the yard.
The "Easter Bunny" hid the Prize Egg in the fence...
and yes, D.P. believed me when I said the Prize Egg was up in the (tall) palm tree!
Yes, they really dumped their eggs into one big pile and split them 50/50! I found this particularly interesting considering D.A. collected twice as much as her brother. She is usually the first one to scream "its not fair!".
One of the fun things about having children is how they keep you laughing...we made the kids race for the plastic eggs in the yard.
The "Easter Bunny" hid the Prize Egg in the fence...
and yes, D.P. believed me when I said the Prize Egg was up in the (tall) palm tree!
Yes, they really dumped their eggs into one big pile and split them 50/50! I found this particularly interesting considering D.A. collected twice as much as her brother. She is usually the first one to scream "its not fair!".
Sleepover
D.P. has been inviting his best friend from school to our house for a sleepover since October. I have tried to befriend the student's mother, however, it is just not working out. (I perceive the barrier may be due to cultural differences. Their family is from Thailand. I totally understand their hesitation but it is frustrating for me because my son dearly loves their little boy and is just dying to have him spend the night).
Well, tonight at bedtime the subject of a sleepover came up again. Apparently, the friend told D.P. his parents do not want him to sleepover because he has a nut allergy.
D.P. does not take "no" for an answer. He is planning a fun evening of video games and homemade lemonade. He wants to squeeze the juice from fresh lemons so his friend can experience how good it tastes. D.P. pleaded with me to call the friend's mother again because he wants her to understand that he would never put nuts in lemonade because "one, it just doesn't taste good and, two, I would never do anything to hurt my best friend in the world".
I told him I would try to talk to her again this week.
By the way, that is really how D.P. sleeps. Like a picture in a storybook.
His sister sleeps like she just got kicked out of the toga party at the local frat house...
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The Mandatory Hunt for Plastic Easter Eggs
Checking the loot! D.A. was probably the only little girl that did not wear a fancy Easter dress with a pearl necklace. She was also probably the only little girl whose mother said "go play and have fun" rather than "don't play there! You'll get your dress dirty"!
He is thinking "Its my lucky day! Mom is going to let me eat candy before Noon!"
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Eavesdropping...
Conversation between D.P. and D.A. on the way to the doctor (for the toe):
D.A.- Someone fell and hit their head at school today.
Mom- What happened?
D.A- J was running at PE and tripped over his shoe that was untied.
Mom- Is he ok?
D.A.- He hit his head on the concrete. His mom took him home.
Mom- I hope he will be ok.
D.A.- Me too since he is my boyfriend!
D.P.- You should call him when you get home to see how he is.
D.A.- I DON'T HAVE HIS PHONE NUMBER. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.
D.P. - What kind of girlfriend are you if you don't have your boyfriend's phone #?
D.A.- WE ARE JUST STARTING TO LEARN HOW TO BE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND.
D.P.- Well maybe you should ask someone who knows how to do it (looking at me)
Mom - Don't ask me...I would recommend waiting until you are 30 to start learning about boyfriends.
D.A.- Someone fell and hit their head at school today.
Mom- What happened?
D.A- J was running at PE and tripped over his shoe that was untied.
Mom- Is he ok?
D.A.- He hit his head on the concrete. His mom took him home.
Mom- I hope he will be ok.
D.A.- Me too since he is my boyfriend!
D.P.- You should call him when you get home to see how he is.
D.A.- I DON'T HAVE HIS PHONE NUMBER. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.
D.P. - What kind of girlfriend are you if you don't have your boyfriend's phone #?
D.A.- WE ARE JUST STARTING TO LEARN HOW TO BE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND.
D.P.- Well maybe you should ask someone who knows how to do it (looking at me)
Mom - Don't ask me...I would recommend waiting until you are 30 to start learning about boyfriends.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Eavesdropping...
D.A. is lying in the bathtub talking to her rubber duck named Farty (long story). Apparently, her duck has decided to "sneak away to New York City". As I continue to listen to her conversation with the duck, she encourages the duck to "find (her) dreams" in the city. I can't help but wonder if this is some kind of premonition for my sparkly daughter...
Notice the cute wrinkles on her toes from being in the tub so long!
Shame on her dad for wanting to throw away all of her bath toys because he thinks she is too old to play in the tub.
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