However before I get into that, it is halftime at the Orange Bowl and this bowl finally got halftime entertainment done right!!
ZZ Top played the entire time I viewed and jammed 'Sharp Dressed Man' without the network pushing for them to end the song ASAP!!!
Back to g.imp: I picked her up on the way home from work (another 200+ mile day) and I was juuuust a little tired and cranky and she meets me at the door of the babysitters to tell me that the back of her head hurt because boy.imp had jumped on her back and pulled her down so that their heads knocked together (at least two times) today.
This brings up a point to emphasize the difference between boys and girls.
I gave girl.imp a new helmet for riding her TRIKKE (I will be flogging this as the world's greatest invention all year) and she fusses with the helmet for a moment or two and declares that it will fit better with a ponytail.
I gave boy.imp a new helmet for riding his new bicycle and he fusses until the chinstrap is strapped on and immediately begins running head first into our hall walls and continues until we go outside!
Anyway, g.imp 'forgot' to complete her homework while at the sitter's so that was her task before eating dinner (she did 3 questions wrong and had to redo them--NOT HAPPY). Then She and boy.imp bumped heads again...MORE TEARS
I decide this is a good time to retire to the porceline throne in the 'Reading Room' and girl.imp is teased by wife.imp about how she hogs the blankets in bed at night leaving boy.imp to curl in a fetal position hoping to be warmed by her breath as she sleeps the night through...STILL MORE TEARS
SO I decide it is time to lighten the mood and I re-emerge from the 'Reading Room' and announce:
"One of my pooplets was shaped like an almond!"
Both imps fall over laughing and wife.imp gives me a 'WTF' look and wanders off to the kitchen. But there is no need to explain as my goal was accomplished! I gather both imps into my arms for a hug aaaaaaand they bump heads again...EVEN MORE TEARS
Sometimes a person can't win for losing!
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Girl.Imp had a bad day after her 1st day of school - post holiday break
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Great story. It's so easy to entertain my boys. Just mention poop, butts, or Uranus.
Um, pooplets?
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Ah, misdirection. A parent's bestest friend.
I had long hoped that Liv would not be fascinated with fecal matter or jokes about it.
And then she proted (farted, family word, long stupid story) at the dinner table and instead of saying "excuse me" she said, "James in my class says that if you light a match to a prote it will throw flames."
I told her that we will never really know, WILL WE?? And that she needed to excuse herself please.
She excused herself and looked over at Bing. They grinned at each other like two spies.
This can only be a bad omen.
yep...might bring new meaning to it when bing tells you she's 'got your back'...
:)
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