What's in a Name?

6.18.2010

..but dull he is not

Yesterday Alex received a card from a preschool girl who says that she is his girlfriend.  Alex is already a ladies man, and he loves when we talk about girls (and more specifically his girl friends).  So I started teasing him that Brooke wasn't his girlfriend because I was his girlfriend and he was mine all mine (with all the appropriate cuddles and kisses being given as I was saying this).  Alex told me that I couldn't be his girlfriend, and I asked him "why not"?  I was expecting any number or responses from him; "Because you are my mom", "Because you're too old", etc. 

Alex said, "Because you are clearly a loser."

I laughed so hard that I didn't even reprimand him for being fresh.  Wonder where he heard that one...

6.11.2010

flip flop addiction

I have a problem.  This is not something new or really all that new or unique, but it is my problem nonetheless.  I am addicted shoes; flip flops to be exact.  In the past I could mask justify my shoe addiction by simply purchasing a variety of shoes for the different seasons one faces in New England: summer - flip flops, spring - cute sneakers, fall - cool boots, winter - gore-tex clogs.  However now that I am in the South, there is really little justification in purchasing the multitude of flip flops that I have acquired.  I have sporty flip flops, dressy flip flops, flip flops that look best with jeans, flip flops that stand up to the chlorine and salt water of summer and even the adorable leather flip flops with the huge flower on them that I have been eyeing for months (drool).


They are fantastic!  I am sometimes good about purging the old flops, but often times my increase in 'stock' does not match my 'shrinkage'.  After my most recent purge, I now own eleven pairs of flip flops.  The sad thing is that my shoes for the winter months are really quite pathetic.  If only I could live in my flip flops year round. 

6.03.2010

little girls are evil


Sure they look cute enough, but underneath the princess costumes and the giant smiles is pure evil.  It started out innocent enough, with Isabel and her little friend (age 3) playing at our house today.  But these little ladies vacillated between happy tranquility and nastiness all morning.  They went from bickering over toys and slamming bedroom doors to singing songs and playing with princesses.  One minute they were playing at the kitchen in the toy room (while I was cleaning the real kitchen) and the next I heard the front door open.  As I was sprinting to the door to retrieve the two little ladies, I slipped on a discarded princess outfit and crashed to the floor, slamming into the closet door jam.  And there I lay.
I had a moment where I really thought I was going to have to call another grown person to come and take care of the kids.  I had Alex get the little girls back into the house and lock the door (which had been locked before..) and I assessed the situation.  Huge bruised lump on the left shin.  Imprint of a door jam on swollen right knee.  Right hip pain.  Swollen right hand.  Then I realized that the impact of the fall was so hard that it made me pee my pants.  Seriously?  I have nearly peed my pants from laughing, and Lord knows I needed to do a zillion kegels after having three babies, but... seriously?? 
So I did what any parent does when they realize that they are completely defeated.  I put Dora on the TV for the pretty little demons, changed my clothes, iced my injuries and started to reclaim my dignity.  Might be time to put a chain on that door. 

6.02.2010

scheming...

Devin was musing today on how great it would be if he could create a robot or a droid that could do his homework.  It started with his math homework, then he added the spelling.  Before I knew it he was scheming to create a blonde, almost seven-year-old droid that could pass for him at school too.

Think he's ready for the school year to end?