Sunday, May 31, 2009
So next week is the boys' birthday. What would be cooler than having Elmo come visit? So we looked for a place that rented Elmo costumes. No luck. Tried Ebay, but apparently people selling Elmo costumes on Ebay are insane: http://cgi.ebay.com/ELMO-CHARACTER-SUIT_W0QQitemZ250432774387QQihZ015QQcategoryZ86207QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
OK seriously. If Bizarro Elmo showed up at our house can you imagine the trauma? So the search continues... And if anyone knows what happened to Prairie Dawn, will you please let me know?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
We are really sick of the rain here in the QC. It poured all afternoon, which meant yet another afternoon of couch jumping, block throwing, pots-and-pans banging, crayon munching, and dancing. The Kahn boys love to dance. And they are really impressed with my dancing skills. I don't want to brag, but I'm damn good at the hokey pokey these days. And the chicken dance. I was flapping my wings around this afternoon, and Cooper disappeared for a minute and when he came back he presented me with his stuffed Big Bird. I hope that he thinks Big Bird is a chicken, and not that I look like Big Bird.
Speaking of big yellow things (well, kind of), Charlie's new favorite word is "lellow." It's funny the words that they pick up on and use the most. Every sauce that comes out of a plastic container is "see-whup" -- syrup, ketchup, squirtable jelly, whatever. If they aren't asking for "mah see-whup" during breakfast, they are chanting for "tees" (cheese) or "see-wall-bahs" (cereal bars). Or "kee-kees" (cookies). But by far, the most popular phrases in our house are "NOOOOOO," "uh oh," "OH!!!" and "oh no oh no." The other day I heard Charlie squealing from the other room "OH!!!!!! SUES!!!" (I had left a box of new shoes on the ottoman. He was very excited to find them. So excited that it scared me a bit.) It's really the the "uh oh's" and the "oh no's" that I have to worry about. And I hear them far too often. The other day I followed some hushed "oh no's" to the cat flap in the basement door. Two little heads were peering through the hole to the basement stairs. They had thrown half their toys and their snack down the hole. "Oh no" was right. And the most recent "uh oh's" revealed the boys soaked in Diet Coke. They had taken a can out of the box, shaken it up, and some how popped a hole in it. The can was alive, spraying all over the boys and all over my dining room. Uh oh, indeed.
The only thing worse than an "uh oh" or an "oh no" is silence. It quite possibly means that someone is tearing the last pages out of that book you haven't quite finished or has a mouthful of catfood.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Zach had a particularly gross diaper this afternoon, and, as luck would have it, the doorbell rang just about the same second that I started cleaning him up. I could tell from where I was kneeling that there was a nicely dressed man on our porch who looked vaguely familar. Not wanting him to leave (I figured it was one of Brian's coworkers or a neighbor), I cleaned Zach up as quickly as I could, and left him diaperless. I'd be right back, after all. I opened the door and realized it was Jason Stoogenkie (a local TV news personality) and a cameraman standing on my porch. He said he was doing a story on the flood down the street and wanted some neighbor reaction. My honest reaction was: WHAT flood? I'd been stuck in the house with the boys all day long because of the rain, and had apparently missed the excitement. He told me not to worry, he would just ask me questions about prior flooding on our street. OK sure, go ahead. I answered his questions (worrying all the while about the fact that I was in my gym clothes and most likely had a snot stain on my shoulder). But what I SHOULD have been worried about was the fact that during the interview, Zach and his brothers had wandered up to the front door, and were hanging out by my knees. Zach was quite literally hanging out, in all his glory. Sure, he had a shirt on. But no pants, and no diaper. (For some reason, I think I would rather that he was naked, than just bottomless.) When I noticed him standing there, I looked up at our visitors, and all I thought to say was the obvious: "Sorry. He isn't wearing any pants." Duh. Kind of like "I carried a watermelon," if you get that reference.
Anyway, I'm sure the reporter found it odd, but the camera guy assured me Channel 9 was a "family friendly" station. Phew.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
And while I am venting about things I have no time for... I need to sound off for a second about phantom poops. I really have no more time for phantom poops. Cooper is very good at telling us when he has pooped -- sometimes even before the smell leaks out, he comes up to us tugging at his diaper and complaining. Well, now Cooper thinks he needs a new diaper when he has gas. And so he comes to me, grabbing his pants and smelling pretty awful, so I haul him off to get changed. Silly Mommy. The possum strikes again.