Monday, October 18, 2010


“An elegant [conversation] for a more civilized age…”

My youngest son is the one who can play all day with action figures, making up dialogue, background music for special scenes, and mobilizing them into the coolest and sometimes oddest positions (remember Luke Skywalker in the Freezer, aka, Hoth).

This morning, I sat eating my breakfast at the kitchen counter, listening for the babies to wake up, thinking about something probably like nuclear fusion, and sort of listening to Isaac playing with his action figures.  This morning, it was the Star Wars crew.  Apparently, Cody, one of the only Clone Storm Troopers with a name, Boba Fett, and a no-name Storm Trooper, have all buddied up.  They do everything together including scaling book walls, hanging upside down, and no doubt, cart wheels and summersaults. 


Today, the dare-devil activity was to jump off of one of the kitchen chairs, “Chair Cliff” and land safely on the brown carpet.  None of them landed on their feet, in fact all of them fell on their stomachs or backs in one contorted pile.  It was at this point that I heard Isaac say, in the voice of Cody Clone/Storm trooper, “Excuse me, could you please get off of me, I’m getting squashed.”  After which Dak says, “O.k., sure, just a minute.”  Dak then gets up and stands aside as he watches his friends get up from their falls.  It’s moments like that that I have the hardest time not laughing my head off but I try with all my might, to hold it in and listen for more.  Sadly, that was the end of their conversation and they resumed their play with Star Wars music sung by Isaac and sound effects to accompany leaping and falling.


Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Meow…Captain Crunch?

Mama’s Losin’ It challenge #4…
4.) Share a photo that represents how you see yourself.

If I’d been the photographer in this picture, I’d be the one that the kittens are looking up at.

I am, of course, the half-awake gorgeous Snow White princess and instead of 7 dwarves, I only have 5.  You can almost hear them saying, “What’s for breakfast?  Who ate the last of my Lucky Charms?  Grumpy kicked me!

This would be me having a wonderfully peaceful and priceless moment with one of my babes.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

“I see.”

I really do depend on my minivan, especially the powers bequeathed upon the brilliant entity, the spirit of the minivan, known as Dr. Minivan.  The in-car therapist, listener, and sometimes victim, Dr. Minivan, is always there, waiting to bring out our darkest, silliest, and most embarrassing moments.  A crazy turn, a red light, a lunatic driver, or sometimes just an afternoon drive to church, is all that is needed for the Dr. to get to work on pulling out and reawakening our dormant and most entertaining thoughts. 

This afternoon, it was Reed’s turn to share, while sitting in the back center seat of the van-office which was moving at about 45 miles an hour.  It began with the doctor’s some-time assistant, the younger brother Isaac, who has such effective techniques of persuasion that one could almost call them torture.  This same Isaac was sitting on Reed’s right and giving him unwanted kisses on his ear.  Reed freaked out from the grossness of such a thing and yelled at his brother.  With Dr. Minivan’s coaxing, we the parents, advised Isaac, and all others in the session listening, that we should never give people kisses unless they ask for them.  This bit of advice awoke what had been a dormant memory of Reed’s from his previous year of school, which he, on a whim, unwisely blurted out for his fellow patients and Dr. to hear:

“I kissed a girl  on the cheek at school and got in trouble.  It was during math.  I had to pull a card.”  (similar to getting your name written on the chalk board).

I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, and not in an unkind I’m-laughing-at-you way, but in a my-boy-is-so-stinkin’-adorable way.  Reed gets so easily embarrassed about the smallest things that sometimes he even gets a little teary eyed.  In this situation, however, all he did was say, “see, this is why I don’t tell people anything.”  Yes, the Dr. certainly has amazing wheedling skills. 

Here are a few photos of our own, sans Dr. Minivan.  Chris pulled up a weed barrier in a planter area and discovered a creepy-crawly fun house operating at full power.  Bugs, bugs, bugs, and none of them could say “what’s up doc?”

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