Nov. 18, 2009 OK, Where is my coffee?
B was giving "A very Bad Concert." his description, in the kitchen, I was making the pizza dough for tonight's supper, when I lost my coffee. M was grinning at me, so of course I suspected a gag, but no, I had set it in the sink. I must be loosing my marbles.
A very friendly green and red blob just oozed up to my ankle for patting: M is one contented boy today.
Blobs grow up to become Energy Griffons; they also love babies. This one is lonely because K fell asleep finally, and is not available to play right now.
Oh, there goes the kitchen timer, the "Very Bad Concert," is almost over. He is up to the chromatic scales now. |
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Oct. 11, 2009 Our Sore Shoulder Scale
when M wants a shoulder/neck rub like Daddy's at lunch before heading back to work, he asks me, "How many customers do I have?"
Really tight neck = two cranky customers and the boss was annoyed at you
so- so tight neck that takes a while to loosen up = one customer
not too bad neck = half a customer, it's so embarassing to have asked for a back rub if you had no problem, I call it half to save face.
I wonder if M knows what customers actually are? I
Tightest shoulders in the family lately? K at 1:40AM Friday, after crying for half an hour when Mommy just did not understand that no, she did not want music, or nursing, or cheerios, or raisins or lotion on her ectzema spot...but the infant massage was nice, especially when the gas passed...Momma needs telepathy.
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Jul. 7, 2009 Where is my Porridge?
M just reported, "They let me sit in the machine, and touch the controls."
"What did it feel like?"
"Warm and Comfortable, I'm going back to watch some more. And B took pictures, 3 pictures." His eyes are shining like Christmas.
He had run to ask permission to sit in the back hoe, he's been watching the sidewalk work all morning. Of course I said yes, and I sent B to photograph it too. I couldn't go my self as I was feeding K and trying to settle her for her nap.
The first thing this morning, M went onto the front porch to watch the back hoe.
 K was watching out the window.
He couldn't hear me call that breakfast was ready, so I brought him his oatmeal out there.
   Someone must have teased him, because when I came back for the dishes, he asked me what is porridge. I imagine one of the workers said, "Hey, where is my porridge?"
After breakfast, M threw his boots on over his pajama bottoms, and took up position in the garden. I've heard explanations about how to make sure things are strait lines, and when things don't need to be really strait, and how much exercise it takes to be strong enough to do construction work.
 M has not been bored once this morning.
 "Momma, I liked those workers. They let me do things if the safety measures and um, permissions were there, and also they answered my questions. Did you know that they have a place on standby where they can get concrete bricks? No one teased me about porridge, I just wanted to know what the word meant."
    There goes my title. Oops.
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Jun. 24, 2009 M is thinking about patterns
"Mom," M said at breakfast,"Did you know that if you add 2 to an odd number, you get an odd number? Then if you keep on adding 2, you keep on getting odd numbers."
Just now as he was drawing, he said, "If you keep on adding three to numbers, you get the same pattern we have now; even, odd, even, odd..."
I would get out the Miquon book and let him do some odd and even pages to follow his enthusiasm, only right now he is cheerfully taking pictures of me at the computer with the old digital camera that we thought was broken, and any cheerful occupation is a blessing with busy M. |
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M and I were just practicing writing the lowercase cursive letters on the white board with their sounds (these are the only letters he knows so far). With travel and sickness, he's forgotten a lot, so today was review to hopefully ease his frustration with himself.
When I demonstrated z, which doesn't come up too often in spelling lists, he cooed, "That's a baby mountain with a blanket pulled over his head, and a Daddy mountain snuggling him."
I added, "And they are both making z's because they fell asleep and are snoring 'zzzzzzzzzzzzzz'?"
"Yes." he nodded.
"Can I put that on my blog?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered, "And I even want you to put that on your blog."
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May. 20, 2009 Sleeping Bags
The sleeping bags we've borrowed from my Mom are in the boy's room. M played with one on his bed, then eyed the brighter red one.
"Um Mom, what do you call those transportation bed thingies?"
"Gurneys? stretchers?" we guessed, thinking he referred to the hospital scenes in the classic Battlestar Galactica we've been watching on Hulu.com lately.
"No, that's not it. The ones you borrowed from Grandma, can I have the red one?" he answered.
sleeping bag/transportation bed. I kind of like his version better.
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Apr. 21, 2009 Dinner Conversation
"Uh, Mom?" asked B, "Next time you make this salad, would you use a little less vinegar?"
"I think it has too much vinegar too." I agreed.
"Oh?" said DH, "I like it."
"I LOVE it!" announced M.
Full of gratitude I looked at his beaming face, then glanced at his plate, "But M, you didn't eat any of it."
When the laughter died down, I said, "OH, that's bloggable, can I record this guys?" heads nodded.
"Bloggable, Is that a new word?" asked DH.
M cleared his throat, "Mom, if it's a new word, than would you de-blog the part about...?"
I'm off to search the archives for the ... bit. Can't let my sources dry up.
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Apr. 19, 2009 It Must be allergy Season
| It must be Allergy Season, because just before church tonight, M said to me, "Momma, my nose feels pins and needles, no, it's more like sparks and pickles." |
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Apr. 13, 2009 Bionicle Griffon Mar. 13, 2009 M's Birthday Jan. 23, 2009 The gold tooth book
M asked for stories out of "the gold tooth book," last week.
I had to blink for a bit to know what he means. The replacement book was printed about 16 years later than the ones I inherited from my grandparents, so it's guilding hasn't worn off yet. I used to say the missing book was like a missing tooth, when the book came in the mail I joked that it was like a gold tooth to replace the missing one. I guess M was listening to me.
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Jan. 7, 2009 I See the pile of bedding is really bothering you M...
| "No Mom, it's Joyfulling me!" From the way he was moonwalking in circles on the piles of quilts, comforters, pillows and stuffed animals, I'd say he was. Bedtime was interrupted by a cascade of chai tea, wetting both bunk beds. It was left on B's bed this morning when he woke up with a sore throat and a sweet by not very sensible Mother thought it would do him good to wake up with a hot drink in bed. |
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Dec. 20, 2008 Overheard in the Kitchen: Dec. 11, 2008 M's spelling remarks |
decorate your own (M liked marzipan for frosting
Is it time for cake YET?
