Monday, March 17, 2014
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Sports: from my kids' perspective
(Katie) They have to be in really good shape, huh, Daddy?
(Daddy) Yep, they have to run a lot.
(Katie) They have to be careful when they fall! When do they win?
(Daddy) When the time is over.
(Katie) You mean they have to keep playing?
(Daddy) Unless the coach subs them out.
(Andrew) Or until their lunch is ready!
(Katie) Why are their feet squeaky?
(Daddy) Because their shoes stop quickly on the court.
(Katie) Why did he fall?
(Andrew) He double-crossed him, I guess.
(Katie) Daddy, you know that game where they hit the ball with the stick and then run? Can we watch that?
Ah, that's my girl.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Apologies for my long absence. . .
But, obviously, since I am now posting this, I have had my memory refreshed thanks to the technical support of Mark and my husband.
I cannot promise that I will post more frequently than in the past, but at least I will now be able to do so when the mood comes upon me.
Hmm. I can't help but wonder how many of my friends will read this and if they do, how long it will take them to get here?
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Christopher Robin & The White Birthday
What do you do when your three-year-old insists on speaking with a Christopher Robin accent? "Mummy, are we going to chuch today?" "May I have a cracka?" I mean it is fairly normal for our two-year-old to have trouble with his "l" and "th" sounds: bwue is his favorite color and he finks he should play wif his car now. . . but a British accent from his sister?!
Did you know that all birthdays are supposed to have a color theme? Apparently all kids know this. Last year my daughter informed us about a month before her third birthday that she wanted a Pink Birthday. We were a bit amazed, but we strove to please: pink balloons, pink napkins, pink cookies, even pink whipped cream for the strawberries! This year we have been told that she needs a White Birthday. That shouldn't be too hard, right? I have to admit that I laughed when she proceeded to inform her daddy that he needed a Black Birthday this year!
Friday, September 29, 2006
It Happened in Brooklyn. . .
Apparently, Helen Hunt is directing a movie down there and Colin is in it. My friend watched them film one scene about fifty thousand times. I admit that I would not have stayed that long, but she is nothing if not determined. When the shoot was over, she did need a nudge from her husband, however, before she got up the courage to intercept Colin, who was a little grumpy after a long day of filming the same scene over and over, and gush out that "Pride and Prejudice" was the greatest movie ever made! That earned her a smile and Colin agreed to autograph the dvd.
I heard from my friend again last night and the crew will be filming again next Monday and Tuesday. . . she wants me to come. I looked over the schedule and I don't think I will be able to go, but wouldn't it be fun?
Friday, June 02, 2006
Pickles, Band-Aid's & Crayons
Andrew "ordered" the hotdog while Katie preferred the grilled cheese. Andrew calmly extracted the hotdog from the bun and devoured only the meat. Note: this is standard procedure for my kids - they don't understand hotdog buns yet. This was made evident by the fact that when we next noticed Andrew he was gleefully dipping the bun into the ketchup mound on his plate (intended for the fries) and then eating it.
Katie, on the other hand, daintily ate her sandwich, being very careful not to ingest any of the dreaded crust. She then ate all of her pickles. It is funny to watch the difference between Andrew's and Katie's eating styles. Andrew stuffed as many pickle slices into his mouth as possible. Katie ate each slice in two bites - I may have imagined it, but I think she even had her "pinkie extended."
All day yesterday, Katie had been trying to convince me to put a Band-Aid on her finger. She insisted that there was an "owee" on it. I spent all day trying to convince Katie that since there was no blood in sight, a Band-Aid was not needed. (She has gone through almost an entire box of Band-Aids since the beginning of May.) At the restaurant last night, she remembered her hurt finger and soberly, with much theatrics, wrapped her entire hand in a napkin. Apparently doctors have underrated the healing powers of napkins, because about five minutes later, she pronounced the wound "all better" and removed the napkin. Amazing breakthrough in medical technology!
Andrew, meanwhile, was engrossed in the crayons (or "cray-rons" as he calls them) that restaurants such as this give out with the kids' menus/worksheets/scribble sheets. He discovered that if he took the straw out of his plastic cup, the crayons would fit into the hole in the lid. So the blue and green crayons took a swim in the dregs of his apple juice. At some point, he fished the crayons out of the cup, because we noticed that he was a bit disgusted at the soggy wrappers and solemnly stripped them off the crayons.
By the time we left the restaurant, both children needed to be washed - Andrew would have benefited from a pressure wash.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Hey, y'all want some so-wus?
My three years of Southern living still show up sometimes, too. Typically I have trouble pronouncing the word "I." It frequently comes out "Ah." There is something so comforting and welcoming in the soft South Carolina accent.
I really hope people don't think I am making fun of them: I'm not. I have decided that since I am from the West Coast and there really aren't any native accents out there, I tend to pick up bits of every accent I am around. You should have heard me talk in South Carolina. At the school there were people from New Zealand, Wales, Texas and Canada, to name a few. I don't think anyone there knows how I really talk. Don't ask me to put on different accents when you are with me, though. I only talk like the people I am with.
We are now living on Long Island. In our church, there are Irish, Italian, Indian (via Guyana), transplanted Southerners, etc. You should hear me now.