Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
Mama! We gotta get a kitty!
I know!
and this morning walking to the bus, passing a discarded black tennis shoe, that from a distance, we both thought was a kitty curled up sleeping on the sidewalk:
Jude, don't you wish we could have ears coming out of the top of our heads like cats and dogs?
Mama! But those are only ornamental. You can't really hear out of those ears!
What?
^^@
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Monday, December 21, 2015
A talk with Santa
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| What would you like for Christmas? An Apple Laptop Okay... I'll see what the elves can do... have you been a good boy? Yes Have you been brushing your teeth? Yes. Making your bed? Uh.... Been helping mom out? She doesn't need my help. |
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| Oh, I think mom could use all the help she can get. Thanks Santa. :o |
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
In Canada, Kakabeka Falls, some 120 feet or so
"Jude! I don't think Mama would survive that. Look how tall those are. Look where they go!"
Even I, once fearless, cannot get too close to the edge. He does. Sizes it up.
"I double dare you!"
Jude!
"Okay... you can wear a life jacket!"
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Mama?
Why do you get those three lines up there, he says, pointing to my forehead, when you are talking strict?
Monday, May 4, 2015
upon waking and walking downstairs at 6:30 am
Mama, you know those president heads?
Mt Rushmore, you mean?
Yeah...
"Mama went there before you were born when I drove here from Seattle..."
So anyway... Well... there's a secret base inside Lincoln's head.
Really? I didn't know that. What do you mean a secret base?
You know.
What's a secret base, Jude?
Well... it's... you know. People live in there and can see out his eye.
Wow. How do you know that?
Someone in preschool told me.
Mt Rushmore, you mean?
Yeah...
"Mama went there before you were born when I drove here from Seattle..."
So anyway... Well... there's a secret base inside Lincoln's head.
Really? I didn't know that. What do you mean a secret base?
You know.
What's a secret base, Jude?
Well... it's... you know. People live in there and can see out his eye.
Wow. How do you know that?
Someone in preschool told me.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
mama, how do you make water?
Is it because we've spent the past hour trying to finally figure out the Icee Maker, which we do, but after hard cranking we don't get much slushy. We get a sort of cherry juice slop.
But it's fun. As a reward, he for reasons I don't understand, wants to hang out on YouTube watching the most boring, white, large, salesman dude infomercial his "I-talian Ice." He keeps saying how cheap it is to make because the main ingredient is sugar, which goes for 0 cents. ?
Later, at Lunds, always in the middle of pandemonium. "Mama, where does water come from?"
"Um...?" Okay. I'm tired; is this a trick question? "Well honey... "
"Yeah?"
"Well... it comes from the sky."
"Yeah, but how do you make water?"
"That is water, honey. Rain is water." Right? Isn't it?
"I know, but how do you make it?"
It's one of those questions that begs a better answer. "Honey..." I talk about the rivers and oceans and streams and springs and hope to God no one is listening to me because, really, I have no idea. "You know," I say, "they make it into water by filtering it and stuff..."
Okay. That'll do for now.
Later in bed that night I am vindicated by The Hobbit, which we are reading at bedtime. Before the dwarves and Bilbo the hobbit and the wizard Gandalf set off on their merry way into danger once again, the Goblin hating shape shifting Beorn (?) who I think is also half-bear and has a house full of lovely animal servants like hind leg walking dogs serving up platters of goblin flesh, meade and the merry like to their jolly house guests, send the troop off into the dragon mountains with nuts, everlasting bread, and canteens shaped out of animal skins to hold the water until it runs out... and if it does, "there are other springs along the mountains from which to fetch more water."
Jude is almost asleep at this point, but I am so excited I knock over the light. "DID YOU HEAR THAT HONEY? SEE? WATER COMES FROM SPRINGS!"
But it's fun. As a reward, he for reasons I don't understand, wants to hang out on YouTube watching the most boring, white, large, salesman dude infomercial his "I-talian Ice." He keeps saying how cheap it is to make because the main ingredient is sugar, which goes for 0 cents. ?
Later, at Lunds, always in the middle of pandemonium. "Mama, where does water come from?"
"Um...?" Okay. I'm tired; is this a trick question? "Well honey... "
"Yeah?"
"Well... it comes from the sky."
"Yeah, but how do you make water?"
"That is water, honey. Rain is water." Right? Isn't it?
"I know, but how do you make it?"
It's one of those questions that begs a better answer. "Honey..." I talk about the rivers and oceans and streams and springs and hope to God no one is listening to me because, really, I have no idea. "You know," I say, "they make it into water by filtering it and stuff..."
Okay. That'll do for now.
Later in bed that night I am vindicated by The Hobbit, which we are reading at bedtime. Before the dwarves and Bilbo the hobbit and the wizard Gandalf set off on their merry way into danger once again, the Goblin hating shape shifting Beorn (?) who I think is also half-bear and has a house full of lovely animal servants like hind leg walking dogs serving up platters of goblin flesh, meade and the merry like to their jolly house guests, send the troop off into the dragon mountains with nuts, everlasting bread, and canteens shaped out of animal skins to hold the water until it runs out... and if it does, "there are other springs along the mountains from which to fetch more water."
Jude is almost asleep at this point, but I am so excited I knock over the light. "DID YOU HEAR THAT HONEY? SEE? WATER COMES FROM SPRINGS!"
Monday, April 13, 2015
but I don't want to go to the adult party
why not, Jude? It's by Lake Calhoun. It'll be nice.
Who's going to be there?
Family! You'll get to meet and talk to family...
No. I don't want to go. I don't want to stand around with adults and go blah blah blah blah blah. And blah blah blah blah blah. Why does there have to be so much blah blah blah blah all the time?
Who's going to be there?
Family! You'll get to meet and talk to family...
No. I don't want to go. I don't want to stand around with adults and go blah blah blah blah blah. And blah blah blah blah blah. Why does there have to be so much blah blah blah blah all the time?
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