Grant just hurt himself running through the house (3rd time tonight.) “Stop running in the house!” “Stop running!” “Stop running!” “Grant! Stop running!” Grant runs by a chair and hits his foot on it. There is howling, crying, clutching of the foot…. I sit him down and remind him that the reason he bumped his […]
Transcripts from the last 3 minutes…
As I am fixing Grant his lunch… “Thank you that you’re making a sandwich.” “Good job making that sandwich.” “And you can pour milk.” “I like pudding. The brown pudding that’s over there.” (pointing to the fridge) “We have pudding on this planet.” “You can get the sun in your eyes and in your eyebrows.” […]
Am I being Punk’d? So bad it’s funny… or at least it will be someday.
My day yesterday: 6:15: wake up and go back to sleep 6:30 wake up and go back to sleep 6:45 drag ass out of bed 7:00 make coffee 7:15 start chugging coffee 7:29 (note to self: do not go to bed with wet hair) 7:30 put hair in hot rollers to get rid of “Medusa” […]
Driving me up the wall. Really.
Scene: morning; our living room. Mom: Grant, please go take off your pajamas, get dressed and put your pajamas back in their drawer. Grant: OK (exits, stage left.) A few moments go by. Mom: Grant? Did you get dressed? Grant: Not yet. Mom: Get dressed please and put your pajamas away where they go. Grant: […]
Butterflies are beautiful, but don’t stand underneath them.
Grant has a bunch of plastic bugs. I don’t know where they came from (I know I didn’t buy them!) but they’re scattered all around in the toy bins. The only one he plays with at all is a butterfly. We’d like to think he’s pretending it’s Mothra, but probably not. The butterfly’s name was […]
First base! Second Base! Third base! Home! (No? OK, just spin around or pick dandelions or something…)
We signed Grant up for T-ball. His team is made up of 4 and 5 year-olds. The phrase it’s like herding cats absolutely applies here. Here are some of the things I heard myself saying to Grant yesterday: Stop spinning! Listen to your coach! There’s no crying in baseball! You don’t need any crackers right […]
No Scooby-Snacks for Conner.
Last night Conner informed me that the dogs had knocked over the dog food container and food was all over, and they ate it all. I got the distinct impression that we were now out of dog food. I called Rich and asked him to pick some more up on his way home. This morning, […]
Great Best Man Speech.
OK, I haven’t seen this before, and I usually don’t believe the “LMAO” claims when someone sends me something. I don’t know if I laughed my ass off, but my jeans are fitting a bit better after watching this. http://www.freakybestmanspeech.com/
Three big brothers wield big influence
I don’t know any other 5 year olds who can sing along with the Rolling Stones and recognize Paramore when they are on the radio. I don’t know any other 5 year olds who say things like, “Dude! That’s tight!” I don’t know any other 5 year olds who would rather sit through almost 3 […]
Gramma O’s Boy.
Scene: the kitchen. Mom and Dad are in there as Grant enters the room. Grant: Mom, you forgot to make my toast.Dad: I’ll make your toast for you.Grant: And when I say toast, I mean chocolate. ….What’re you guys laughin’ at? Gramma O will be so pleased.