She wouldn’t. Would she?
So, every time a birthday or holiday comes up, I tend to be the parent that teases the kids, with the, “Oh, do people get presents on their birthday? I’ve never heard of such a tradition.”
Or my favorite, “Honey, did you pick up the Hello, kitty underwear for the boys? Did you get pink or purple? I think S would like purple.” This, of course, is perfect because they’re at the age where underwear is funny and girl stuff is gross.
My kids, of course, have figured me out and now say things like, “Oh, you’re just teasing. You wouldn’t do that.”
Well…I hate to disappoint.
And this, my friends, made my year.
I’ve got to figure out how to one-up myself next year.
(If you need an explanation, I wrapped three sets of BOY underwear and gave it to Felicity, then gave a pack of GIRL underwear to each of the boys.) (This was not all they got. The pile of presents was waiting just off camera. I just made them open these first.)
Three things about our three-year-old, so…
1. She likes to follow the rules, as long as they suit her. For instance, we require all our children to ask to be excused before leaving the dinner table. (It helps to rein in the chaos.) She enjoys doing this, especially when her brothers might have forgotten.
2. She has been adding the word “So” at the end of a lot of her sentences. It will make you start adding it to the end of all your sentences, just for the comedy factor. “This chicken is good, so….”
We may have a low standard for comedy, so…
3. She is our first child to really relish tattling. I was possibly better at putting the kibosh on it with the boys. And, also, we think it’s kind of funny.
Which brings us to the other night when she said, “Talvin not say ‘may I be ‘scused, please’…so…”
I know this is getting old but….
I know this blog is just becoming one long sarcastic complaint about the weather, but….
Seriously?!
Dear Texas,
It’s January!
Get yourself together, man!
At least some frost!
Sincerely,
Displaced Northerner
I am so dreading this summer.
Disclaimer: This post brought to you, free of charge, by the ad council for Tourism in San Antonio. We encourage you to visit before summer hits in February.*
*Just kidding. I mean, the ad council didn’t not pay me to do this post. It is true that summer starts in February, though.
Filed under Moving is my hobby, Playing the Tourist
Happy New Year, better late than never, right?
Here, Ethan practices his smolder.
We all know who’s most important around here.
I decided to try to get a picture of all the kids today.
I’d had one taken professionally and she ended up sending a print where the baby was screaming. (Deep breath.) (let it out slowly.)
So, with the bar set so high, I figured I could probably get at least one shot.
Test shot.
A little over-exposed maybe.
A close-up of the bubs.
The whole group.
Ahh, Molly. You’re messing it all up.
She was a bit distracted by the neighbor’s dog that came out during the photo shoot. She and neighbor’s dog like to bark at each other. A lot.
Molly! Come here and sit. Sit Molly.
Uhh. Good Doggy?
Alright. That’ll do pig. That’ll do.
Reminds me of the time when Molly had to have emergency surgery. Mr. French was telling his manager that he had to leave early to go pick up his dog. And his manager looked at him strangely.
“You have a dog too?
What? like we can’t handle this much ego?
Filed under The Dog
Explain this to me
This:
PLUS
this:
= a year
BUT
the difference between this:
and this:
and this:
is about a week and a half.
The vultures descend
I say this once a week. Or once a day depending on how bad it is.
We’re at the dinner table eating a delicious meal.
Felicity announces that she’s not hungry/too tired/food is too spicy/she doesn’t want it, when she actually has quite a bit of food left on her plate.
Suddenly, boys with forks are crowding around her plate.
And then she’ll say, “No. Daddy.”
To his great delight.
There are benefits to having someone wrapped around your finger.
Black Friday: Part 4 “Oh, how soon we forget”
I’ll the end the suspense right now.
No, I did not go shopping on Black Friday. Or Crazy Thursday for that matter.
Or as our grandparents used to refer to it, Thanksgiving Day.
I teased Mr. French about it all day though. I’m sure he appreciated that.
On Wednesday though, I was driving slowly through a busy parking lot, on my way to a store to return something. I started to approach Best Buy and thought, Oh, they must be having a sale on tents. They’ve got them all set up.
Does Best Buy sell tents?
And then I saw the sign.
The Line Starts Here.
Air quotes
I was sitting in the car at a red light when the radio announcer started talking about the weather. I wasn’t paying close attention until I heard,
So get out your coats…
Hold on.
….Might be freezing.…
Really? Are we going to have another “cold” front?
….overnight.
Wait. Really?
…Low of 48 tonight and might be freezing in the Hill Country.
Oh, I get it!
You can’t see air quotes on the radio.
It’s going to be “long” “cold” “winter”!
I need to find my “coat”.
