Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Eye On The Prize

I think that both my kids are destined to be IV drug users. They just sat through their flu shots without flinching.
Of course, when the nurse asked who wanted to be first, Niamh said in her best supportive big sister voice, "Finn, you can get to be first! Go ahead!" I said, "Oh, No, Niamh. First Born, First Immunized. Have a seat."  I just told them to stare at the plate of Tootsie Pops that they would earn after their shots. That was it, easy as pie. They were even being funny with the nurse. We were out of there in 10 minutes with Tootsie Pops in mouth.
Don't worry, Friends, the below photos do not represent any known side effects of the Seasonal Flu Vaccine. These kids were like this before we went to the clinic.

As I'm Typing....

As I'm typing, Niamh is sitting next to me singing "Mama, if you weren't here, I could make all my own decisions, until Daddy got here. I could watch tv, I could have all your money, I could have all your clothes, I could have all your shoes, I could eat all the cookies, and most important, I could have your iPhone."
I'm sure she'd miss me, once she took posession of everything I own.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

They're Alive!

Remember when you thought that your toys came to life while you were sleeping? That they could really see and hear you? That they really had feelings? When I got to a certain age I stopped undressing in front of my Teddy Bear...weird, I know. I asked my mom to return the Cabbage Patch doll she bought me because I didn't want that same Teddy Bear to get jealous. There is a photo, somewhere in the archives, of me at a Cabbage Patch slumber party. I am sitting on the end of a long line of 7 year old girls holding their Cabbage Patch Dolls. I am the only one without a Cabbage Patch doll, but Teddy represented the classic loved toys that those brats threw aside for a doll that came with a birth certificate. That was the same party where I woke up in the middle of the night with vomit in my hair and in my Little House on the Prarie sleeping bag. But I digress......
Finn called me in to his room tonight after he had been "lights out" for about half an hour. The real reason he called me in was because he had boogers on his fingers and he wanted to wash his hands. So, after some soap and water, I put him back in bed and he noticed the arrangement of his toys on the floor next to his bed. See photo below.

He asked me to "move his helicopter so that the train doesn't crash it tonight."

So I moved it like this.

Then he said, "No, now my truck won't be able to back up."

This is how we left things arranged so that all his vehicles could drive around while he was asleep, all construction with the diggers could continue on schedule, and the rescue helicopter would be ready in case one of the Lego People fell off the shelf in the middle of the night.

Then, since we were up late taking photos, he wanted to take a self portrait.


After dropping Finn off at preschool this morning, I overheard 2 of his school mates talking as they were putting away their shoes.
"Its not 'vainga', its 'BUH-gina'."
I love those kids of nurses and doctors. No cutesy names for body parts. Just call things what they are, even though the girl she was correcting was the right one with "va-" not "buh-". I grew up saying "birdie"! Where in the world did that one come from, Mom?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Things Change

How quickly things can go from this....

To this...

Still At It

Its been a while (as far as we know), but I guess once a hoarder, always a hoarder. Under Niamh's pillow tonight, we found a small stash of gingersnap cookies and my hair clip. She actually argued with us to let her keep them.

Someone's Got A Secret

There is a commercial on the radio for Sleep Country that goes like this:

"Thousands of people in the Northwest have a little secret in their bedroom. Their mattress and box spring don't match."

It came on the radio in the car yesterday and from the back seat Niamh says, "I have a little secret in my bed too. My sheets and comforter don't match!"

A lady knows to keep her bedroom secrets to herself, Missy.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

All About Me, By Niamh

Click on the paper to make it bigger to read.

I can't wait for more of these projects. I love her answers.