People Who Get Hurt

"People who get hurt all over their body don't have to eat their dinner."

The other day Roman was rolling up the rug at the front door and getting crap all over the floor in the process. So I told him he needed to clean it up, meaning sweep up the mess.

Next thing I know, he's outside, crying. Hard. I go out to investigate and he's lying stomach-down on the sidewalk with the rug crumpled up underneath him. He's crying hard enough it's evident he's still trying to catch his breath and I'm nervous to move him- but then he gets up on his hands and knees and he crawls/I pull him into my lap while he cries, trying to catch his breath and tell me what happened. 

Poor kid had been trying to shake off the rug for me- while standing on the rock wall at the front of our house about 4 feet up from the sidewalk- and lost his balance and fell. 

Fortunately, all he wound up with was a scrape or two and a minor headache which faded pretty quickly. 

So at dinner that night, which was broccoli and cheese soup with rice and tomatoes- which I admit didn't look terribly appetizing but wound up being quite delicious with some s&p and Parmesan cheese- he wasn't terribly interested. In fact, he asked if it was leprechaun poop. So when informing me that it looked "lucky" ( his word for "yucky", and as it happens here, the perfect pun- which of course cracked me and my simple little mind up) didn't sway me from insisting he eat at least three bites of dinner, he brought out that little gem.

"People who get hurt all over their body don't have to eat their dinner."

written by: Sheen

Local to the Max!

The entire second grade at Avril's school put on a production- a full on song and dance and play and everything. Each class did a Hawaiianized fairy tale. Avril's class did "Willi Waikula & the Three Mongooses".  (I think that was her name.) It was positively adorable. I think my favorite lines were Papa Mongoose and Baby Mongoose:

Papa: "EH! Somebody's been sittin' in mah rock-a!"

Baby: "Somebody sat in MAH rock-a and dat buggah wan' break it all up!"

Isn't she so cute?

You'll Shoot Your Eye Out, Kid!

Derek just got glasses to reduce eye strain.

He broke them two days after he got them playing soccer. Took a ball to the face. Tried to head it.

I taped 'em up myself, good as new. 

Naturally, Roman needed to try them on for size at church today. It was so cute I snapped a few pics when we got home.

I call this look "geek chic". 

Derek's dad, Wayne, just remembered that when Derek was a kid everyone told them that he looked like the kid in "A Christmas Story"... seems like Roman fits the bill, too!

Oh how I love this little boy!

Like Father, Like Son

Feasting on the Word

Yeah, I just went there. 

Apparently, when I was a young whelp, oh, say about 7-9 months old, I got a hold of my mother's scriptures. They looked similar to mine now. 

Thanks, Max. 

Just so you know, what goes around, comes around. 

Top 'O Tha Mornin' To Ya, Lass!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I haven't ever done much for St. Paddy's Day, but this year I really have been wanting to do some little extras for the various smaller holidays. I didn't grow up with much by way of St. Paddy's traditions, aside from wearing green and pinching, or at least I don't really remember any.... 

so thanks to Pinterest I've discovered all sorts of fun little things.

Like leprechaun traps.

We spent Friday working on our leprechaun trap, but didn't quite finish before the kids had to go to bed. We discussed how to finish and I promised I would take care of it myself. 

We were pretty excited at the prospect of catching a leprechaun and imagined all sorts things we might wish for when we got him. 

Unfortunately, our trap wasn't as secure as we thought it was. We caught a leprechaun alright-- but he made off with most of the gold and pretty much wrecked our trap in the process!

He found the box's one weakness and went to town on it, the little stinker. 

Then the little rascal went and peed in our toilet!

Avril made that discovery and called everyone to see.

All in all, though, we made off pretty well. I heard some leprechauns got really mischievous, toilet papering kitchens, leaving footprints all over, making messes. I hope we get another mild-mannered one next year.

Ours even left us green milk! That's good luck for a whole YEAR, you know.

Oh and this is my one decoration. Cute subway art I downloaded from a pin on Pinterest. Love it!

Super fun holiday. Easter's next!

Max Updates

Oh, before I forget-- Max is officially crawling! He started this week and is pretty much a pro by now. Time to get out the baby gate!

He's also figured out how to pull himself up to stand in his crib. That was terrifying when I discovered that. His bed was up pretty high, so the top of the rail was about up to his belly. He's top heavy. 

Fortunately I freaked out in time and saved him from a certain, possibly imaginary trauma. His mattress is now much, much lower. He can still pull himself up, though. And he hasn't figured out how to get back down. Bad news for naptime at our house.

Well, Baby, that's what you get for crawling. Maybe you shoulda stayed my little snuggly baby after all. I hate to say "I told you so."

Well, ok, that's not true. I love saying "I told you so".