I recently tried to tell Clark that it was not a good idea to let Boogie watch the Spider-Man movies... He replied, "But he already saw the first one and wasn't scared at all!" I said that I still thought it was a bad idea, since it is a PG13 movie and all... Well, last night, I got the last laugh... The following is Clark's post to his gamer group's board:
... kids pick up the most innate things:
About 2 weeks ago, the Boy and I watched the first Spider-man movie - you guys know, he loves Spider-man. We had a good time and he really enjoyed the movie even though he was playing around for most of it.
Now, last night, I was tucking him into bed and giving him a hug and kiss. When I leaned in to give him a kiss, he started sticking his tongue out ... I backed away and was like "Dude, what are you doing? That's not how you give kisses!" The little bastard says, "Well that is how that girl kisses Spider-man in the movie..."
So ... now you have proof - he's always paying attention whether or not you think he is ...
/shudder
Hahahahahahaha... When the boy tried to stick his tongue in my mouth the other day, I just told him to knock it off and stop being silly... I didn't bother to ask where he'd seen that kind of kissing... (Quite frankly, I was sure he must have snuck up on Clark and me recently, but I digress)... Now, we know that I was right, and Clark is scarred for life as a reminder... I win -- one to nothin'! Teeheehee... Later days...
I want to make six of these. In the next six weeks! (it's a hat...)
is never a good thing.
On Tuesday mornings I babysit two very sweet children for a few hours. They moved here (with their parents, of course) from England around the same time we moved here. Anyway, for lunch their "mum" left some bagels, avocado (to be spread on the bagels), and a can of sardines. Both children wolfed down their lunches, along with some cantelope and blueberries I had brought along. (Littleman wolfed down his PB&J and didn't look twice at the sardines.) I truly admire their tastebuds. These two little wonders also eat pickled onions, tuna salad made with peas and tomato sauce, and hot peppers! If only I had been more creative in my offerings to Littleman...
Anywho, I was very careful to not touch the sardines, using a fork to serve them. I was also careful about wiping up the kiddies afterwards...but somehow that little 18 month old thwarted me! As I left I could smell sardine on me. My hands were scrubbed, but alas the smell was lurking somewhere else on my being. When we leave this particular house on Tuesdays, if Littleman has been good, he is rewarded with 45 minutes at a McDonald's playland before his nap. SO, I sat in McDonalds, TRYING desparately to write in my journal, but unfortunately sniffing my entire upper body until I located the spot on my shirt where the little guy must have clung before he was adequately cleaned. After numerous attempts with wipes, I still reeked of fish until after 3:15 when Littleman FINALLY fell asleep for his nap and I could jump into the shower. (Yeah, yeah, it's going to be a late night - MIL is coming over for dinner, so I guess that will work out fine.)
Although it was mere two hours of smelling like pickled sardines...they felt like a small eternity. Come on, people - you know how I am about smells!!!!!! Hey, at least it wasn't spilled milk or worse, YOGURT! ACK! Can't even think about it....
A few more tidbits:
I can confirm that I will never be the mother of more than two. Of course, now that I have typed that, I am certain I will be blessed with twins or that accidental "third" child someday down the line. Watching three kiddies on Tuesday mornings, for a mere four hours is like being part of a three ring circus. My head spins. Okay...granted, if I had three they would not all be toddlers/preschoolers at the same time, still...it's A LOT to keep organized in ones head. Don't get me wrong, I could do it. But do it well??? Hmmm...let's just see how I fare with two.
Speaking of the #2 - I am sure you are all wondering how my little secret/vow is going. Well, not but two days after I posted that blog, Papabear opens up a dialogue about "our family's future." I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my excitement at bay. He let on that he knows #2 arrival is imminent and he is making mental plans for it. I said I will continue to not talk/stress about it...until September, when my birth control prescription runs out and I don't plan on refilling. So there's that.
And finally, I am getting babysitting jobs left and right!!!! It's pretty awesome. I signed Littleman up for preschool (two days a week, for 2.5 hours, starting in September) and the director came out (overheard me chatting up the secretary, go figure!) and asked me for my resume!!! We are going to try and work something out where I'd work when Liam's in school (different class, of course). I'd get paid and half off the tuition...I'll let you know how that works out.
Finally, and MOST importantly - I should have posted this FIRST - the smell of fish overpowered me. My dear, dear friend, SH, had a little boy, CFH, on Friday, July 18. 6 pounds 11 oz. Healthy and happy are mom, dad, and baby. It kills me to be so far away - she was right there when I had Littleman and really supported me when Papabear was away at school. I am finding it difficult to not call her every five minutes to see how it's going. (Don't worry, I've only called her twice since Friday....) Anyway, I'm so happy for her and her family...and I will see her next week when I go to NY...but it won't be the same...ug. (Not to mention, her having her baby has done NOTHING to quell my "baby-on-the-brain" syndrome....)
Nap time is abruptly over. :( Off I go....
What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by Maretta.
I miss the energy I had. Having summer completely off - being able to go outside early in the morning and play and run around until late in the evening. Reading nonstop. Riding my bike and testing the boundaries of how far I could go on my own. Climbing my tree.
What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by Maretta.
The obliviousness -- I very much lived in my own little world . . .
Don't stroke that I'm actually posting the lyric of the day ON the actual day. But this one fits and has been in my head for the last couple hours...
I'm through
With doubt.
There's nothing left for me to figure out.
I've paid
A price
And I'll keep paying.
I'm not ready to make nice.
I'm not ready to back down.
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time to
Go round and round and round.
It's too late to make it right.
I probably wouldn't if I could.
Cuz I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should.
I know
You said
Can't you just get over it?
It turned my whole world around
And I think I like it.
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind saying
It's a sad sad story when a mother will
Teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world can the words I said
Send somebody so over the edge that they'd write me a letter
Saying that I'd better shut up and sing or my life will be over?
- Dixie Chicks, "Not Ready To Make Nice"
I was thinking about this last night as I watched the first part of Iron Chef (it was a Bobby Flay episode, so the secret ingredient was Something Easy To Grill.) I generally wander off unless the ingredient is something awesome. I'm still waiting for the secret ingredient to be something like cinnamon, or dandelions.
Anyway, it always starts with "a delectable tradition etc. etc." And it got me to thinking about the word "delectable," because from how it looks and the way you'd expect English to work, doesn't that mean that this is food you could potentially "delect?"
But "delect" isn't in the dictionary. The closest we get is "delict," which is sort of a minor offense or misdemeanor. Anyway, not the point.
"Delectable" would logically mean "able to be delected" in the same way that "paintable" should mean "able to be painted." Only it doesn't, because it's a treadmill word. A pointer back to an action that isn't an action.
Huh.
Listened to it on my way back from the beach on Saturday. I like that Christina can sing...
When a female fires back
Suddenly target don't know how to act;
So he does what any little boy would do -
Makin' up a few false rumors or two.
That for sure is not a man to me;
Slanderin' names for popularity.
It's sad you only get your fame through controversy
But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say.
This is for my girls all around the world.
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth.
Thinkin' all women should be seen,
Not heard.
So what do we do girls?
Shout louder,
Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground
So lift your hands high and wave em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud,
Never can.
Never will.
Can't hold us down!
- Christina Aguilera, "Can't Hold Us Down"
Seriously excellent movie. DON'T MISS IT. Those who have been over-hyping Heath Ledger's performance? Were underestimating it. It's really that good.
Boogie has always enjoyed playing in "kiddie" pools, but he has never been too sure about going into "real" pools... We even ended up getting a life jacket, but that didn't seem to bolster his confidence when we were in the pool at Sulcata's parents' house... This weekend, though, Boogie started swim lessons... The local high school has a program with several sessions per year, and we're finally going to be around for enough of the classes to make it worthwhile... Boogie was a little sketchy about getting in the pool without Mommy and Daddy, but he adjusted pretty quickly after they talked him in... He especially loved the 1-on-1 time with the girls who taught the class! He was messing around a few times and ended up going under water, when he slipped off the bench thingy, but he came back up laughing every time... At the end, he even went under water on purpose! I am so proud, but I also feel just a little bit old to see my baby turning into a competent, confident swimmer... [I'm in the process of uploading my pics here]... Later days...
