Dash found a fuzzy brown caterpillar. I decided to play the role of "good mom", and told him we could keep it in a jar. Sure enough, the little guy spun a cocoon. So now we check on it daily...rather hourly sometimes. He probably has some type of Shaken Caterpillar Syndrome from all of the jar shaking that occurs. But I digress...Stinkerbell was checking on it the other day.
Me: What are you doing?
Stinkerbell: I'm looking at the rac-racoon.
Me: You mean the cocoon?
Stinkerbell: (With a look of 'duh' on her face) No, I mean the rac-racoon.
Imagine her confusion when we read a book about a racoon at the library story time.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Right wing
The firstborn watched the presidential debate last night. A few minutes in, he questioned why McCain was on the left side of the screen. Since Republicans are called right wing, shouldn't he be on the right side?
Shoes
So it's an unusually beautiful day and I persuade Dash that riding his bike would be a good idea. We go outside. Stinkerbell decides she wants to come too. Dash gets his helmet on, tries to run over a grasshopper and takes off.
Stinkerbell comes out holding a pair of shoes, realizes she doesn't have her shorts on and heads back inside to get them.
Dash rides some more, wrecks once, gets back on.
Stinkerbell comes out, shorts in hand, and needs help putting them on. (still no shoes on) We put her shorts on...Dash is still riding...she goes out to the sidewalk and says she needs help with the shoes. We put the shoes on. They are pink summer sandals with velcro straps. We put them on; she tells me they don't feel right. (Dash is still riding his bike.) Of course they don't feel right, because I put them on the CORRECT feet. She messes with the straps a bit and then decides they might be ok.
Dash finishes riding his bike and comes up to the sidewalk to play hopscotch. While, Stinkerbell is telling me I drew the hopscotch wrong, Dash is picking a rock. Stinkerbell then decides the shoes don't feel right afterall; so she heads back inside to get another pair.
We've been outside for 15 minutes now and Stinkerbell still hasn't played or done anything other than debate the merit of her shoes. She comes back out with another pair and puts them on. She gets up to walk and then announces that she needs socks on with them. So she goes back inside. I suggest that she wear her Crocs, which she informs me hurt her feet. She goes inside and gets them anyway. She comes back out with them, tries them on and decides they don't hurt her feet anymore. She's finally ready to play.
They head to hopscotch and discover a bee...which is their cue to run inside yelling about the bee. Stinkerbell takes her shoes back off and finds a doll to play with inside.
Stinkerbell comes out holding a pair of shoes, realizes she doesn't have her shorts on and heads back inside to get them.
Dash rides some more, wrecks once, gets back on.
Stinkerbell comes out, shorts in hand, and needs help putting them on. (still no shoes on) We put her shorts on...Dash is still riding...she goes out to the sidewalk and says she needs help with the shoes. We put the shoes on. They are pink summer sandals with velcro straps. We put them on; she tells me they don't feel right. (Dash is still riding his bike.) Of course they don't feel right, because I put them on the CORRECT feet. She messes with the straps a bit and then decides they might be ok.
Dash finishes riding his bike and comes up to the sidewalk to play hopscotch. While, Stinkerbell is telling me I drew the hopscotch wrong, Dash is picking a rock. Stinkerbell then decides the shoes don't feel right afterall; so she heads back inside to get another pair.
We've been outside for 15 minutes now and Stinkerbell still hasn't played or done anything other than debate the merit of her shoes. She comes back out with another pair and puts them on. She gets up to walk and then announces that she needs socks on with them. So she goes back inside. I suggest that she wear her Crocs, which she informs me hurt her feet. She goes inside and gets them anyway. She comes back out with them, tries them on and decides they don't hurt her feet anymore. She's finally ready to play.
They head to hopscotch and discover a bee...which is their cue to run inside yelling about the bee. Stinkerbell takes her shoes back off and finds a doll to play with inside.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Stacy...or is it Staci???
So, Stacy has come to live at our house. I'm not quite sure if she spells her name with a "y" or an "i"...or perhaps even an "ie." I haven't ever actually talked to her, but she moved in without my knowledge apparently. She is Stinkerbell's imaginary friend.
We don't have any close friends named Stacy, so I'm still not sure how she came up with that name. Although I find the fact that Stacy is always busy with her boxing lessons to be a little bit more perplexing. But she must be well-rounded because Stinkerbell just came out and told me that she and Stacy were going to the PTO meeting.
We don't have any close friends named Stacy, so I'm still not sure how she came up with that name. Although I find the fact that Stacy is always busy with her boxing lessons to be a little bit more perplexing. But she must be well-rounded because Stinkerbell just came out and told me that she and Stacy were going to the PTO meeting.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
So "Dash" comes home from school and tells us he got in trouble for talking.
"What were you supposed to be doing?"
"Taking a test."
"Well you can't talk during a test. You might be cheating."
"Well we would NEVER do something like that!" (with a look that tells me he's amazed I would even think such a thing)
"You can't talk during a test."
"Well, she never told us that. But I've learned my lesson!"
OK, I'm sure his teacher probably never specifically said "don't talk during tests". I'm sure she thought the "no talking when you aren't supposed to be" rule would fit all situations. Besides, who has ever heard of taking a test the in kindergarten...in the first couple weeks nonetheless.
Wow, kindergarten is going to be very interesting!!!
"What were you supposed to be doing?"
"Taking a test."
"Well you can't talk during a test. You might be cheating."
"Well we would NEVER do something like that!" (with a look that tells me he's amazed I would even think such a thing)
"You can't talk during a test."
"Well, she never told us that. But I've learned my lesson!"
OK, I'm sure his teacher probably never specifically said "don't talk during tests". I'm sure she thought the "no talking when you aren't supposed to be" rule would fit all situations. Besides, who has ever heard of taking a test the in kindergarten...in the first couple weeks nonetheless.
Wow, kindergarten is going to be very interesting!!!
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