Friday, November 28, 2008
This, being my most favourite time of the day, I tend to try and prolong it by asking more and more questions. Try as I may to have it seem to be a nonchalant, natural communcation between mother and son, it occasionally becomes more of an investigation style interview. As soon as the boy has detected this, it's game over, with any further questioning to be answered with the typical ' I dunno...'
Here's a snippet of yesterdays daily review. You'll see why I'm so captivated.
Gabe- 'We had a supply teacher today. Her name was Mrs. Pranger'
Mommy-'Ohh, did you like her?'
G-'yup, she was nice.' 'I told her about my scab.'
M- (snapping my head in his direction, nearly spilling a wave of juice on my lap) 'Oh? which scab?'
G- 'You know the one in my ear..'
M- (oh my goodness) ' oh ya. What did she say?'
G- ' she said 'oh'.' 'Then I told her how scabs are Gods bandaids.'
M- 'mmm, I bet she was delighted.'
G- 'She was, she even looked in my ear'.
What would life be like without these little people in my life?
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Hollowed by this bulging forearm...be still my heart...
And the grand finale. Mr. FBI himself. At every door we went to he said " FBI agent at your service!"
So thar's me man and I. I liked this photo so much, I ordered it in a 20x20 size. It turned out nice, but I haven't the slightest idea where I'd hang such a large photo of myself and the hubs. If it was in the front entrance, it may act as our greeting party...perhaps I could record my voice to say "C'mooooon In!" Admit it though, you'd be freaked. The best would be if I could get my mouth to move.
Or I could hang it over the fireplace, but anytime I was sitting enjoying a fire, I'd feel not only the heat from the flames but also the heat from my little beady eyes burning into my flesh.
I think maybe I'll just cut the eyes and mouth out of it and use it as a life size mask. I'll hide behind it watching people then suddenly stick my tongue out of the mouth hole and scare the pants off them.
Ha. Getting my scissors...