We have an awesome babysitter I'll call C. She's not here in NYC this summer, but at home with her family and working with a reptile show. She popped in earlier this summer when visiting NYC and showed us the bite the baby gila monster gave her. I know, right? I trust my kids to someone with a baby gila monster scar on her forearm. Cool.
Anyway, I sent her an email this morning about setting up a recurring babysitting night (gym night for me - huzzah!). And she has her "out of office" message on. I about spit out my coffee laughing at this one:
Greetings! I am nowhere near a computer. I am, in fact, exposing
myself to hantavirus. I will get back to your email on or around July
15, assuming of course that I don't die of any mouse-born diseases.
I would normally say you can text me if necessary, but, I won't have
my phone at all. Try smoke signals! It could work.
Via con dios,
C
Monday, July 6, 2009
How did YOUR Monday start?
(to be sung to the tune of "Camptown Races")
Monday mornings really suck, doo dah, doo dah
Covered in poop that's just my luck, oh doo dah day
Gonna wash all day, gonna wash all night,
But my daughter's gonna poop again, eh it'll be allright....
Both 'Bean and stroller need a bath, doo dah, doo dah
My friends are really gonna laugh, oh doo dah day
Gonna laugh all night, gonna laugh all day
When I tell 'em the poopsplosion, happened as we went on our way....
Bugaboos they really are neat, doo dah, doo dah
But right now I need to wash the seat, oh doo dah day
Disassembly is a snap, I think I need a nap
I just wish it wasn't all covered in crap....
Monday mornings really suck, doo dah, doo dah
Covered in poop that's just my luck, oh doo dah day
Gonna wash all day, gonna wash all night,
But my daughter's gonna poop again, eh it'll be allright....
Both 'Bean and stroller need a bath, doo dah, doo dah
My friends are really gonna laugh, oh doo dah day
Gonna laugh all night, gonna laugh all day
When I tell 'em the poopsplosion, happened as we went on our way....
Bugaboos they really are neat, doo dah, doo dah
But right now I need to wash the seat, oh doo dah day
Disassembly is a snap, I think I need a nap
I just wish it wasn't all covered in crap....
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Pig on a Post.....aka a lost toy. 1st in a series...
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Saturday, July 4, 2009
Rollin', rollin' rollin', keep those doggies rollin'
Jellybean is mobile. She's not even 7 months old, and no she hasn't learned to crawl (yet), but MAN can she roll.
Side to side, over and around obstacles, this way and that. If she wants to go somewhere, she just rolls.
Today she rolled over M's foot. He was busy playing xBox and focused on the task at hand (killing mutant something or others...you know, precisely what you expect a Ph.D. to do with his free time! cough cough FINE I LIKE THAT GAME TOO). So, he didn't flinch and just let her roll over his foot.
I think she wanted some attention. Because when he didn't react to her rolling over his foot, she scooted around to gnaw on it. Yummy.
Side to side, over and around obstacles, this way and that. If she wants to go somewhere, she just rolls.
Today she rolled over M's foot. He was busy playing xBox and focused on the task at hand (killing mutant something or others...you know, precisely what you expect a Ph.D. to do with his free time! cough cough FINE I LIKE THAT GAME TOO). So, he didn't flinch and just let her roll over his foot.
I think she wanted some attention. Because when he didn't react to her rolling over his foot, she scooted around to gnaw on it. Yummy.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Requiem for a dinosaur
This past weekend we went to a birthday party for one of Monkey's best friends. His parents put up not one, but TWO kiddie pools in their backyard. Monkey had so much fun I thought we might need to live in their basement, as she was never ever going to want to leave.
But, R's parents made parting such sweet sorrow (instead of teeth-grinding temper-tantrums), by handing out goody bags to the kids as they left. So, you don't wanna leave? OK, no problem, no gifts for you........and lo and behold! Away those kids went! Such smart parents.
Monkey's bag was full of little plastic dinosaurs. Which are now about her most favorite posessions in the world. I think only her books and ABC blankie come first....
This morning she begged to take them to school. She had all of them in a bag, ready to go, and was very sad to be granted permission to only take two. She's such a haggler! I said one, she said "THREE" (while holding up her hand with three fingers....like that unbearably cute demonstration might sway me...oh crap, fine, it worked and she got two. What can I say, it was cute!).
Once we got to school, Monkey wanted to hold the elevator open to "help" out. Of course, her body is in the way so everyone is squeezing in and out and it's chaos. But hey, she's helping! And polite! and OH NOOOOOOOOO one of her little dinosaurs fell into the crack between the elevator and the building floor.
It had plummeted to its death. Tears were streaming down Monkey's cheeks and she was taking little, hitching, breaths as she told me what happened in between these sad little sobs.
I decided not to brush this off. We got to the next floor, and after everyone emptied out of the elevator, I took her hand and said "Monkey, let's take a moment to grieve and say goodbye. Your dinosaur has fallen into the center of the earth and won't be coming back."
Monkey leaned forward, looking down the crack as if she could see that teeny dinosaur at the bottom of the elevator shaft, waved, and said "bye bye dinosaur." It would have been hilarious if it wasn't just so sad!
But, R's parents made parting such sweet sorrow (instead of teeth-grinding temper-tantrums), by handing out goody bags to the kids as they left. So, you don't wanna leave? OK, no problem, no gifts for you........and lo and behold! Away those kids went! Such smart parents.
Monkey's bag was full of little plastic dinosaurs. Which are now about her most favorite posessions in the world. I think only her books and ABC blankie come first....
This morning she begged to take them to school. She had all of them in a bag, ready to go, and was very sad to be granted permission to only take two. She's such a haggler! I said one, she said "THREE" (while holding up her hand with three fingers....like that unbearably cute demonstration might sway me...oh crap, fine, it worked and she got two. What can I say, it was cute!).
Once we got to school, Monkey wanted to hold the elevator open to "help" out. Of course, her body is in the way so everyone is squeezing in and out and it's chaos. But hey, she's helping! And polite! and OH NOOOOOOOOO one of her little dinosaurs fell into the crack between the elevator and the building floor.
It had plummeted to its death. Tears were streaming down Monkey's cheeks and she was taking little, hitching, breaths as she told me what happened in between these sad little sobs.
I decided not to brush this off. We got to the next floor, and after everyone emptied out of the elevator, I took her hand and said "Monkey, let's take a moment to grieve and say goodbye. Your dinosaur has fallen into the center of the earth and won't be coming back."
Monkey leaned forward, looking down the crack as if she could see that teeny dinosaur at the bottom of the elevator shaft, waved, and said "bye bye dinosaur." It would have been hilarious if it wasn't just so sad!
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