Archive for June, 2011

That’s So Random

Posted on June 30, 2011. Filed under: The Parenting Thing |

I sure don’t want to insult Demi Lovato (not that she would ever read this blog), but I have to say “That’s So Random” is waaaayyy funnier now that they’ve changed up the format.  It is not a true skit show aimed at teeny boppers, but with humor adults can get.  Frankly, I think their skits are better than SNL’s have been for years.  So, if you want a little guilty pleasure, check it out.  It’s on the Disney channel.

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Sheep Dog

Posted on June 26, 2011. Filed under: The Parenting Thing |

The fam and I were taking in a bit of AFV this evening.  There was one particular vidoe that showed a bunch of sheep crossing a road and then a dog.  I explained to ChickenFried that one of Grandma’s dogs, Millie, is a sheepdog and would do that.  Big D then added, “yeah, but she’d need to lose 20 pounds.”

There was a dramatic pause and ChickenFried gave BigD a really confused look …. kind of like ‘you did not just say what I think you said?’

I clarified that BigD meant Millie and not Grandma 🙂 By the way, BigD did agree that’s what he meant!

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And now, another episode of boys vs girls

Posted on June 14, 2011. Filed under: Elemental Memories, The Parenting Thing |

ChickenFried participated in a sports camp the other day.  That night we told him ti hit the showers.  His response …. “why?  The sweat is all dried up now.”

Punk volunteered to vacuum.  She discovered it’s easier to vacuum the kitchen floor while sitting.  Apparently being closer to the object, lets you see what you need to vacuum a lot easier.

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The truth …. hurts?

Posted on June 1, 2011. Filed under: Mommy Moments, The Parenting Thing |

Tonight, Punk learned a few lessons ….. ok, hopefully learned a few lessons.  You see, Punk likes to tip her chair.  Yes, I realize every child ( and a few adults) go through this.  And, inevitably, what tips, must fall.  Punk chose tonight to make that happen.   Let me set the scene for you –

Punk has dance practice and tonight is special because they are going through their whole routine on the stage.  This is a big deal.  She’s all snazzed up in her cute purple fairy dance outfit.  But before we go, she needs dinner.  She wants spaghettios.  I hesitate, because as I mentioned, she is in her cute purple fair dance outfit.  I acquiesce and wrap a large dish towel around her to protect the outfit.  She asks if she can sit at the counter in the tall chair and watch cartoons.  Since ChickenFried is at baseball, I again acquiesce realizing she doesn’t get the tv all to herself very often.   Then, while I’m picking up laundry amazingly still on the floor from this am, I hear the crash.  I don’t need to hear the scream to know it’s bad …. I’m already moving to the kitchen.

First I hold her.  Then check her face, and I see some blood coming from her mouth.  Since one our friend’s children recently knocked out her two front teeth, I am thinking the worst.  I inspect everything and determine teeth are firmly in place, but she has a nice gash to the top lip and on her top gum from the counter edge, and a pretty good knock to the cheek.   She will live, but not be very happy about it.  So I make a decision to not sugar coat it.

“Mommy – it’s bleeding.   Baaaaad.”

“Yes honey – it is.  You split your lip and cut your gum.”

“It hurts Mommy.   Baaaaaaaad.”

“Yes honey – it’s going to.  You split your lip and cut your gum.”

“Am I going to have a fat lip.”

“Yes, you already do.  And you’re going to probably have a bruise on your cheek, and your mouth is probably going to hurt.”

“Ok.  (pause)   Can we go to dance practice now?”

“Yes.  But first tell me if you are ever going to tip your chair again.”

“No.  Can we go now?”

I am happy to report there was no spilling of the Spaghettios, or blood, on the cute purple fairy outfit.  She went to practice like a trooper.  She lived through the blood, fat lip, sore cheek and gum, and hopefully will never tip her chair again.

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