Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Names are changed to protect the innocent

Hi guys, well, after two years of writing, and keeping myself unsearchable, in the interest of family privacy, I am going to allow my self to be searchable...mainly b/c I have been asked by several friends who have tried looking at my blog but can never find it!
Before I could do that however, I had change all of our names...this thanks to my ever concerned MIL that brought to my attention that wacko's could get info about my family and do some damage if they wanted. After waking up many nights in a cold sweat (j/k mom) I changed our names through out our blog!
In figuring out what to rename my lovely's I thought long and hard...I could use funky names like Fester or Sigmund...or maybe nicknames? Nah....something better! Then it came to me! Children are like forces of nature. Unmeasurable, uncertain, sometimes beautiful, other times frightening, but always to be respected and always to be now my children are:
Perfect....lets publicize!
Thanks guys!
Oh, and a ps my hubby is now just DH!

Its a plane, its a train its a.....

Oh that one of mine! When a momma looks back to all the ages, trying to decide which age she loves best, I would venture to guess, this time is a favorite among mommys! Kids are learning and discovering. There are huge milestones as far as speaking, potty training, big kid beds, preschool! There is a ton. But I have come to really enjoy my conversations with my little boy!
The latest was as follows:
Well first off, lemme back up a bit! I have decided that the foyer(pronounced foy-yay, thank you very much DH!!) in our new house will be decorated in crosses! I have also asked for a table (with legs...again for you DH!) to go in said foyer. On this lovely table, which will once a year hold my Christmas and Halloween villages (not at the same time mind you) I would like to have a photo book of religious icons in America. Right now I reside within close proximity a mecca of mission style churches! So I have dragged my family on more than one road trip in search of these wonderful landmarks! This past weekend was no exception! We loaded kids in the car and headed south to a few towns with more old churches in them! As we were driving in one particular town, there was an accident in the middle of the street (it was, after all MEMORIAL DAY!!! LOTS of traffic EVERYWHERE!) What comes with accidents, like 5000 cops and a few other emergency personnel...ambulance, all that fun stuff!
So I'm trying to get the attention of aforementioned middle child, and I say, "Look lil man! Police car"
Of course this gets his attention... doesn't it get all little boys' attention? and as we pass, he says to me,
"Mom! Look! a FIREBUS!"
Now who is going to correct that??? Not I says the mommy relishing in her childs "isms"
Till next time!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

A conversation with my son

We have taken to doing puzzles before bed time. Hurricane knows the routine (finally) and he knows there are two puzzles in particular that we do.
So that time comes this evening, and we sit down to do our puzzles.
Our first one was the transportation puzzle, which consists of trucks, trains, a car...that kinda thing.
Anyway, we go thru our typical conversation of wanting to drive particular vehicles...the big red truck (we may have to talk some very generous family into a field trip to their yard when we get back) the garbage truck (I'll have to talk him out of that one)....onto our next puzzle which is flying things.
Usually he is fascinated by the hot air balloon on this one but not tonight.
"Mama...wat dis one?" says a very pensive Hurricane
"That's a helicopter goes right here" me pointing to the space on the puzzle where that piece fits.
Pause.... " heh-wa-caw-wa?" Hurricane trying to wrap his tongue around such a big word.
"Good job buddy! A helicopter" Me slowing down this time so he can really hear the way its pronounced.
"Mama...Hurricane dwive heh-wa-caw-wa." Please note that the word gets quieter with each syllable so by the time we get to the "wa" its a whisper.
"So you want to be a pilot Hurricane?" I say.
"No." he says dismissively..."Hurricane dwive heh-wa-caw-wa with mom"
"Well the person that drives the helicopter (enuncating every syllable) is called a pilot."
"No. Hurricane dwive heh-wa-caw-wa uppa dere (pointing up) uppa awr uh mom" (Hurricane drive helicopter up there, up in the air with mom)
"So you want to be a pilot buddy?"
"You wanna drive the helicopter?"
Well alrighty then, glad we settled that one!
Stay tuned for the next mind boggling convo with a two year old!

About Me

My photo
Hmmm....well I have definitely done things in my life. My favorite of all is being mommy and wife. I am very content in the skin I am in but it took 30 years to get there!