I was just finishing up a project after spending the wee hours of the morning driving down to Gramma and Papaâ€™s house. I signed off, â€œWithout further adoâ€¦â€
â€œDonâ€™t you mean adieu?â€ inquired Gramma J.
Did I? Ah, mother. â€œWhen you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.â€ (Apparently from Shakespeareâ€™s â€œMuch Adieu About Nothing.â€) Perhaps this called for a song to appropriately end a conversation of such foolish or unnecessary talk. â€œSo long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu. Ado, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yoooâ€¦â€
I rolled up to preschool, prepared to wrap up the week with what would ideally be a quick trip â€“ minimal accident/incident reports and less than a crooked number of potty-related costume changes.
Destroy was sitting sullenly against the playground fence. He didnâ€™t move when he saw me, which could mean only one thing. Time out.
One of the teachers solemnly approached me. â€œDestroy is in trouble for calling our friend a VERY bad word. We had a long talk about it and now heâ€™s sitting down to think about what he did wrong.â€ Continue reading
Happy Friday. Itâ€™s time for the latest installment of the honest truth â€“ toddler style. Continue reading
Recently the wildfires that seem to be an annual occurrence in the hills and valleys around my childhood home once again reared their ugly head. I messaged my mom over chat. Continue reading
Search and Destroy are talking up a storm. Pretty much every other comment is bloggable. I have a feeling this will be a recurring series here â€“ a toddling stream of conscious if you will.
Two and half years old. As they discover the world.
So letâ€™s kick things off with a November holiday sampling. We were home to visit with my parents, who have equally awesome contributions. Continue reading
Mahi Mahi was on the menu for dinner tonight. Both muppets chowed down in a serious teenage-boy-in-training fashion, while Finding Nemo played in the background.
(Yes, I fed my children fish while their anthropomorphized dinner just kept swimming on the screen. I know. Mother. Of. The. Year.)
Itâ€™s crazy how big they are now. Theyâ€™re like real little people. Itâ€™s just completelyâ€¦ Continue reading
Disclaimer: Yes, I know the boys arenâ€™t *technically* in preschool. Theyâ€™re in the toddler class at daycare. Prior to having kids I was just as judgey about parents using â€œschoolâ€ for where the tiny tots spend their days. But they are *at* a school. And thatâ€™s just easier to say. Plus, preschool worked better for the title of this post.
Also, this post contains language inappropriate for family-oriented audiences. Itâ€™s all in pursuit of accurate reporting on the muppetsâ€™ development. They said it. Not me.
The muppets are babbling away. In addition to his standard greeting of, â€œAi!,â€ Destroy has commenced growling. (Sounds odd – but I assure you,Â I am not alone in this experience.) Search continues to discover his voice, chattering, â€œbahbhabah,â€ repeatedly and (unfortunately for those within earshot) mimicking his brotherâ€™s shrieks.
Not only are the muppets conversing with us, they continue to share secret squirrel information with each other. Iâ€™m pretty sure they are plotting with the dogs too. (Search, the future e*Trade spokesbaby, is on a mission to ride the dog like a small pony in his never-ending quest to procure my iPhone.) Language skills are very important in our household.