The little one has a collection of Mickey Mouses (Mickey Mice) of all different sizes. She likes the life size Mickey the best, well it is her life size.
She holds him and pretends like they are dancing. She even refers to him as 'my king.'
Well good luck with that. If he hasn't committed to Minnie in 80 years, I am not sure he is ever going to be anybody's king. We are talking about a mouse with serious commitment issues. Of course, his best friends are a duck with equal commitment issues and a very tall, dorky dog with a speech impediment.
Mickey is perpetually twelve years old. He needs to grow up eventually and join the real world. But then again, he is filthy rich! Maybe if you are that rich, you don't have to grow up.
I'd still live in a clubhouse, if I was stinking rich.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
He can do it!
My in-laws are staying with us this week. I get along great with them so it is not that much of a hardship. My pa-in-law also likes to fix things....added bonus.
A cabinet didn't close perfectly. Grandmom said "Maybe Grandpop can tighten that screw."
Nicole (3) says "We'll get Grandpop to screw it up."
Out of the mouth of babes.......
A Danish friend of my family says only children and drunks are completely honest.
A cabinet didn't close perfectly. Grandmom said "Maybe Grandpop can tighten that screw."
Nicole (3) says "We'll get Grandpop to screw it up."
Out of the mouth of babes.......
A Danish friend of my family says only children and drunks are completely honest.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I AM SOMEBODY!
Man, I feel important.
Since Sunday, I have been called by Hillary twice, Barack once, Bill C. once and Chelsea C. once.
I realize that now all political people are stuck up. They wouldn't even answer my questions. I tried to be nice to them, but they wouldn't listen.
Since Sunday, I have been called by Hillary twice, Barack once, Bill C. once and Chelsea C. once.
I realize that now all political people are stuck up. They wouldn't even answer my questions. I tried to be nice to them, but they wouldn't listen.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Makeovers....
The little one looks at me yesterday while holding one of her dolls and says "she needs a makeover."
Right then it hits me how our television watching has changed. TLC, HGTV, A&E, Discovery, and the Food Network are our only safe havens. Gone is any semblance of violence or sex.....Darn. Maybe, we ought to shoot the tv all together, we only watch it from 8-10 at night on most days anyway. Of course, I tell my wife we watch The View everyday.
I am interested in one thing about the doll makeover --- What will she do with the molded plastic hair?
Right then it hits me how our television watching has changed. TLC, HGTV, A&E, Discovery, and the Food Network are our only safe havens. Gone is any semblance of violence or sex.....Darn. Maybe, we ought to shoot the tv all together, we only watch it from 8-10 at night on most days anyway. Of course, I tell my wife we watch The View everyday.
I am interested in one thing about the doll makeover --- What will she do with the molded plastic hair?
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I am Ironman.......
Taxes, homework, deadlines, lining up gigs, potty training.... I hate when real life gets in the way of fun. I haven't blogged for a month. Kept meaning to, just didn't. No excuses (other than the ones listed above).
I love superheroes. Mostly movies and an occasional cartoon. Don't read the comic books anymore since they don't cost 25 cents. I am pumped about Ironman. Been singing the Ozzy song and cheering for the trailer when it rolls on tv.
Kid conversation in the car Thursday.
"Does Ironman sew?", said my three year old.
"What," said Mr. Clueless.
"Does Ironman sew? she repeated.
"Honey, I don't understand what you are asking," says Professor Potty (me).
"Does he sew or just iron?", said Super Pee-Pee Girl.
I almost wrecked the car in my laughter. She wanted to know what I was laughing at. I told her I just remembered a funny joke. I can't bear the thought of laughing at her. That shouldn't bother me, since some day she will be laughing at my dress socks with sneakers. Or my tube socks with the colored hula hoops around the top. Or my.........
I love superheroes. Mostly movies and an occasional cartoon. Don't read the comic books anymore since they don't cost 25 cents. I am pumped about Ironman. Been singing the Ozzy song and cheering for the trailer when it rolls on tv.
Kid conversation in the car Thursday.
"Does Ironman sew?", said my three year old.
"What," said Mr. Clueless.
"Does Ironman sew? she repeated.
"Honey, I don't understand what you are asking," says Professor Potty (me).
"Does he sew or just iron?", said Super Pee-Pee Girl.
I almost wrecked the car in my laughter. She wanted to know what I was laughing at. I told her I just remembered a funny joke. I can't bear the thought of laughing at her. That shouldn't bother me, since some day she will be laughing at my dress socks with sneakers. Or my tube socks with the colored hula hoops around the top. Or my.........
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
We are different.....
Our little star says "But Mommy lets me."
I reply sarcastically, "Do I look like Mommy?"
She says, "No, she has long hair."
I am glad she noticed. Being follically challenged, I am glad she gave me some credit. She could have said "No, she has hair."
I reply sarcastically, "Do I look like Mommy?"
She says, "No, she has long hair."
I am glad she noticed. Being follically challenged, I am glad she gave me some credit. She could have said "No, she has hair."
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Education of a Three Year Old
She was ready to get up from dinner. I knew this because she yelled "I am ready to get up" as Mommy and I talked about the day at the table.
I sternly told her "you need to learn patience." Her answer gives me hope......
She said "I'll learn on Monday."
WooHoo, only three more days till she learns patience.
I sternly told her "you need to learn patience." Her answer gives me hope......
She said "I'll learn on Monday."
WooHoo, only three more days till she learns patience.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Super Science Thursday- Beer Streamers
Super Science Thursday- odd ramblings on science topics. A new topic appears every Thursday (that's why it's called SS Thursday)
Where do beer streamers come from?
Beer is a lovely liquid that gives many men the ability to dance, or at least try. Beer also offers several lessons in science. Pour beer into a glass and watch the bubbles form. The bubbles will form beer streamers, tiny rising rivers of bubbles that will originate from a few points inside the glass. Their mesmerizing dance as they rise to the surface captures our attention. What causes them and why do they rise?
The bubbles are formed when carbon dioxide molecules begin to form invisible microbubbles at imperfections on the inside wall of the glass, or possibly at dirt particles inside the glass. Once enough of these microbubbles join forces, they will begin their hypnotic rise to the surface. These imperfections are in the glass are called nucleation points. The bubbles actually grow in size as they rise since the pressure from the liquid decreases. And of course, the bubbles rise because they are gas, which is less dense than the liquid. The same observation can be seen in champagne and clear sodas. The formation of these bubbles is similar to clouds forming by water vapor condensing around dust particles.
An interesting note, beer bubbles rise slower than champagne bubbles. This was first studied by Leonardo DaVinci in the 1600’s as he studied bubbles rising in various liquids. The streams of bubbles will cease when the beer becomes flat. The study of beer bubbles would be a perfectly reasonable graduate school topic. I mean if DaVinci could get away with it, we ought to be able to. You could even get a PhD in Physics someday by studying rising beer bubbles. You can even see a rarer phenomenon, falling bubbles of beer, if you drink enough……
Where do beer streamers come from?
Beer is a lovely liquid that gives many men the ability to dance, or at least try. Beer also offers several lessons in science. Pour beer into a glass and watch the bubbles form. The bubbles will form beer streamers, tiny rising rivers of bubbles that will originate from a few points inside the glass. Their mesmerizing dance as they rise to the surface captures our attention. What causes them and why do they rise?
The bubbles are formed when carbon dioxide molecules begin to form invisible microbubbles at imperfections on the inside wall of the glass, or possibly at dirt particles inside the glass. Once enough of these microbubbles join forces, they will begin their hypnotic rise to the surface. These imperfections are in the glass are called nucleation points. The bubbles actually grow in size as they rise since the pressure from the liquid decreases. And of course, the bubbles rise because they are gas, which is less dense than the liquid. The same observation can be seen in champagne and clear sodas. The formation of these bubbles is similar to clouds forming by water vapor condensing around dust particles.
An interesting note, beer bubbles rise slower than champagne bubbles. This was first studied by Leonardo DaVinci in the 1600’s as he studied bubbles rising in various liquids. The streams of bubbles will cease when the beer becomes flat. The study of beer bubbles would be a perfectly reasonable graduate school topic. I mean if DaVinci could get away with it, we ought to be able to. You could even get a PhD in Physics someday by studying rising beer bubbles. You can even see a rarer phenomenon, falling bubbles of beer, if you drink enough……
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Another candle.......
A year older as of yesterday for me. Too many candles to be safely lit except in the parking lot of a fire department. Even then they would need a pump truck at the ready. The problem is that I don't feel old and have to do simple math to calculate my age.
As you age your ideas of fun change.
A raucous party, no.
Too many beers and a pounding head, no.
Full contact mixed martial arts with the boys, no.
Three hours of loving, touching, squeezing, no.
Birthday at my age........
A family trip to Horton Hears a Who. The advantage to being my age and watching the movie is I know all the words to 'I can't fight that feeling.'
Movie question.....
Who has a bladder large enough to hold an entire 300 ounce large soda? Are 300 ounce sodas part of a sinister movie plot to get you to see the movie twice. I just know that I am going to have to pee at the crucial plot twist.
As you age your ideas of fun change.
A raucous party, no.
Too many beers and a pounding head, no.
Full contact mixed martial arts with the boys, no.
Three hours of loving, touching, squeezing, no.
Birthday at my age........
A family trip to Horton Hears a Who. The advantage to being my age and watching the movie is I know all the words to 'I can't fight that feeling.'
Movie question.....
Who has a bladder large enough to hold an entire 300 ounce large soda? Are 300 ounce sodas part of a sinister movie plot to get you to see the movie twice. I just know that I am going to have to pee at the crucial plot twist.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
SST- Ear and Nose Hair for Men
Super Science Thursday.
A new feature will be the SST. A question followed by the best science answers known to mankind. And if I can't find a good answer, I'll just make one up. A new topic will appear each Thursday.
For men-----Why hair will eventually grow out of your nose and ears?
Well actually hair has been in those places all along. Nose hair serves as a filter for the air we breathe in. In a dust storm, we could easily close our mouths. But closing your nostrils is downright hard. So nature built in a little air filter. Ear hair also is designed to keep junk out of the ear canal. Most men just realize that their head holes will become full of hair as they age. We pluck, we trim, we cut, we tweeze, and it just keeps growing back. You can have permanent hair removal done, but most guys won’t. The amount of medical research into ear and nose hair is surprisingly scant, so I’ll just give you my two theories. If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with…..
First theory, the adult body has a certain amount of hair follicles for its entire life. As you age, follicles migrate. Some inner working of the body causes you to lose hair on the top of your head and gravity causes it to migrate south. As it migrates south, it ‘vacations’ in warm, moist places like the nose and the ears. This is similar to going to the beach when you were younger, a wet, warm place to hang out. So the nose and ear are like going to the French Riviera for hair follicles. Only the lucky follicles get to hang out at the beach, until they get attacked by a giant weed eater called a nose hair trimmer. The problem with this theory is that the hair follicles also migrate to your back, which would be more like the dessert. Of course in the US, many old people move to Arizona, Vegas, and Palm Springs. So maybe the hair follicle migration theory makes sense.
Second theory, warm moist areas grow hair better. The nose and the ear are both, so they make fertile area for growing hair. Most plants grow best in warm moist areas, so this makes sense. You can think of back hair as cacti and aloe plants. The warm moist theory postulates hair will always grow in the nose and ears, it just becomes noticeable as we age. It was always present, but our thick head of high school hair distracted people away from focusing on it. Each day our head gets baked in the sun and dries out a little. The warm moist hair just keeps growing along. As we lose hair on our scalp, the hair growing from the nose and ear becomes noticeable. By mid-life, it is far more noticeable because of less competition.
The actual reason of shifting hormone levels isn’t nearly as much fun as making up theories. Any professional research scientist reading this might want to consider writing a grant to study this offensive hair. You can start with my two theories. Until then, I’ll be tweezing away on the forest of hair growing from each nostril.
Some people tweeze, cut, or use miniature weed eaters to attack the hair. A few just let it grow. My grandfather was comfortable enough in himself to just let it go. You reach an age where holding your water till you reach the bathroom is far more important than trimming unsightly hair. Younger people letting it grow can be thought of as ‘nose hair hippies.’
A new feature will be the SST. A question followed by the best science answers known to mankind. And if I can't find a good answer, I'll just make one up. A new topic will appear each Thursday.
For men-----Why hair will eventually grow out of your nose and ears?
Well actually hair has been in those places all along. Nose hair serves as a filter for the air we breathe in. In a dust storm, we could easily close our mouths. But closing your nostrils is downright hard. So nature built in a little air filter. Ear hair also is designed to keep junk out of the ear canal. Most men just realize that their head holes will become full of hair as they age. We pluck, we trim, we cut, we tweeze, and it just keeps growing back. You can have permanent hair removal done, but most guys won’t. The amount of medical research into ear and nose hair is surprisingly scant, so I’ll just give you my two theories. If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with…..
First theory, the adult body has a certain amount of hair follicles for its entire life. As you age, follicles migrate. Some inner working of the body causes you to lose hair on the top of your head and gravity causes it to migrate south. As it migrates south, it ‘vacations’ in warm, moist places like the nose and the ears. This is similar to going to the beach when you were younger, a wet, warm place to hang out. So the nose and ear are like going to the French Riviera for hair follicles. Only the lucky follicles get to hang out at the beach, until they get attacked by a giant weed eater called a nose hair trimmer. The problem with this theory is that the hair follicles also migrate to your back, which would be more like the dessert. Of course in the US, many old people move to Arizona, Vegas, and Palm Springs. So maybe the hair follicle migration theory makes sense.
Second theory, warm moist areas grow hair better. The nose and the ear are both, so they make fertile area for growing hair. Most plants grow best in warm moist areas, so this makes sense. You can think of back hair as cacti and aloe plants. The warm moist theory postulates hair will always grow in the nose and ears, it just becomes noticeable as we age. It was always present, but our thick head of high school hair distracted people away from focusing on it. Each day our head gets baked in the sun and dries out a little. The warm moist hair just keeps growing along. As we lose hair on our scalp, the hair growing from the nose and ear becomes noticeable. By mid-life, it is far more noticeable because of less competition.
The actual reason of shifting hormone levels isn’t nearly as much fun as making up theories. Any professional research scientist reading this might want to consider writing a grant to study this offensive hair. You can start with my two theories. Until then, I’ll be tweezing away on the forest of hair growing from each nostril.
Some people tweeze, cut, or use miniature weed eaters to attack the hair. A few just let it grow. My grandfather was comfortable enough in himself to just let it go. You reach an age where holding your water till you reach the bathroom is far more important than trimming unsightly hair. Younger people letting it grow can be thought of as ‘nose hair hippies.’
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
iTunes......
The best commercial on tv right now is the Viagra commercial filmed in Nashville at 1:22 AM. It makes me laugh, is believable and has a catchy song.
Viva Viagra,
Viva Viagra..........
The catchy song got stuck in my head and I like to sing out loud. I suck, but I still sing. Yesterday, Nicole pipes up with her rendition of the song as we are driving somewhere. Not good. Not good at all. I can just imagine her busting loose with that song somewhere to embarrass me. I need to find a new song. Any ideas?
On a related note, why do the words erectile dysfunction make most guys laugh? Actually some laugh....and some are taking a pill.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Ready or Not.......
Nicole has really gotten into hide and seek lately. Several times a day we have to play for ten minutes. She covers her eyes and starts counting. The trick is you never know what number she will stop on. Sometimes she only gets to three before she is off to find me.
Last night was even funnier. She played with a giant stuffed Pooh. She would hide Pooh around a corner then return to the room. She covers her eyes and counts away. She would then search for Pooh. Shocking fact is she always found him. My daughter is a genius. I can't wait till she starts playing tag by herself.
Last night was even funnier. She played with a giant stuffed Pooh. She would hide Pooh around a corner then return to the room. She covers her eyes and counts away. She would then search for Pooh. Shocking fact is she always found him. My daughter is a genius. I can't wait till she starts playing tag by herself.
Friday, March 14, 2008
V-8 causes hair to grow?
My wife loves V-8.
I can't stand the stuff. Makes me want to scratch my eyes out and I don't have fingernails.
My daughter is taking after her mom. I now treat V-8 like desert. You can have some after you finish your peas...............it's still working. I do wonder if it will still work when she goes to school. Some evil kid is going to break the news to her. Santa and V-8 tasting good will be history.
Yesterday while watching Star Wars 2: Attack of the Clones, my darling piped up with 'Obi-Wan has hair just like Mommy has'. He does have a full head of hair. To me, it looks like a white Oprah hairdo in the movie.
The Star Wars movies are actually very kid friendly except for Revenge of the Sith. It is too dark for a kid.
I can't stand the stuff. Makes me want to scratch my eyes out and I don't have fingernails.
My daughter is taking after her mom. I now treat V-8 like desert. You can have some after you finish your peas...............it's still working. I do wonder if it will still work when she goes to school. Some evil kid is going to break the news to her. Santa and V-8 tasting good will be history.
Yesterday while watching Star Wars 2: Attack of the Clones, my darling piped up with 'Obi-Wan has hair just like Mommy has'. He does have a full head of hair. To me, it looks like a white Oprah hairdo in the movie.
The Star Wars movies are actually very kid friendly except for Revenge of the Sith. It is too dark for a kid.
Bumper sticker I spotted recently
Come over to the dark side.....
We have cookies!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
First Dates!!!!!!!!
I fear the day that my daughter starts dating........
At two and a half, I had my first real scare. We were out to eat at that four star kid’s restaurant McDonalds, when she looked across the aisle at a little blonde four year old boy. The next words to escape her lips will haunt me for life—‘he’s cute’. My life flashed before my eyes as I instantly saw her grow up. Images of a sixteen year old boy trying to unhook her bra scared me. I decided at that point that she was never going on a date without me. We’ll double date with her until she is thirty. The problem with that theory is that means she will probably live home forever.
A conversation started with the four year-old’s dad over the next thirty minutes. We might be the only people under the age of sixty to ever spend that much time in Mickey D’s. The two kids played together on the play equipment and had a great time. Nicole was chuckling at everything Logan said. My god, she was flirting with him. Do some women leave the womb with the ability to flirt? HELP. We had a lot in common with the parents and set up an adult triple date. I realize now we are enabling her.
The six of us went out for pizza later that week. I swear my little girl was asking Mommy for makeup as we dressed. The courtship started as soon as Logan showed up. Nicole looked at him but wouldn’t say a word. He was crushed. He did everything to get her to talk. Not a word. She was playing hard to get!! I don’t understand women, matter of fact, no guys I know understand women. After having a daughter, I realize that women are just born different. Not just the equipment is different, but their brain is different. Women have the innate ability to reel us into their clutches. Nicole was a spider and Logan was the fly. At least that is the way it started.
That all changed later that night. We went back to our house. A house is no longer the appropriate term; we went back to our 2600 square foot toy box. Logan and Nicole played together and were having a great time. I better get used to this, since we will go on all dates with her. A grand time was had by all until Logan said the words that have haunted my dreams ever since. Logan said “I want to take you somewhere you have never been.” My god, I used those same words at my prom to entice an unsuspecting fly into my web.
At two and a half, I had my first real scare. We were out to eat at that four star kid’s restaurant McDonalds, when she looked across the aisle at a little blonde four year old boy. The next words to escape her lips will haunt me for life—‘he’s cute’. My life flashed before my eyes as I instantly saw her grow up. Images of a sixteen year old boy trying to unhook her bra scared me. I decided at that point that she was never going on a date without me. We’ll double date with her until she is thirty. The problem with that theory is that means she will probably live home forever.
A conversation started with the four year-old’s dad over the next thirty minutes. We might be the only people under the age of sixty to ever spend that much time in Mickey D’s. The two kids played together on the play equipment and had a great time. Nicole was chuckling at everything Logan said. My god, she was flirting with him. Do some women leave the womb with the ability to flirt? HELP. We had a lot in common with the parents and set up an adult triple date. I realize now we are enabling her.
The six of us went out for pizza later that week. I swear my little girl was asking Mommy for makeup as we dressed. The courtship started as soon as Logan showed up. Nicole looked at him but wouldn’t say a word. He was crushed. He did everything to get her to talk. Not a word. She was playing hard to get!! I don’t understand women, matter of fact, no guys I know understand women. After having a daughter, I realize that women are just born different. Not just the equipment is different, but their brain is different. Women have the innate ability to reel us into their clutches. Nicole was a spider and Logan was the fly. At least that is the way it started.
That all changed later that night. We went back to our house. A house is no longer the appropriate term; we went back to our 2600 square foot toy box. Logan and Nicole played together and were having a great time. I better get used to this, since we will go on all dates with her. A grand time was had by all until Logan said the words that have haunted my dreams ever since. Logan said “I want to take you somewhere you have never been.” My god, I used those same words at my prom to entice an unsuspecting fly into my web.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Rainy days and toy-nadoes
Rain sucks, unless you are a duck, or a plant, or a fish, or a carpenter (you get the day off), or a gutter salesman, or an umbrella salesman, or Noah, or a.......
Okay, I give up. Rain doesn't suck after all. Being stuck inside all day has caused my living room to get hit by a toy-nado (Thanks for the name Jared (Dadthing)). A whirling, spinning, Tasmanian Devil that I call my daughter. She can absolutely destroy our house in a manner of minutes. I think she will make a good building imploder when she gets older.
I beg my relatives and friends....no more stuff for her toy kitchen. I know the super cute 110 piece package of kitchen goodies looks like a great gift on the shelf. But after I step on 104 pieces in my bare feet, the goodies look like hell and my feet hurt. I almost dread the day when she gets into Legos.....
When I was a kid, Legos came in five varieties and you had to use some imagination. Legos come in 12,245,764 different shapes now. You just follow the directions now and build everything. If you don't believe me on the number of different pieces, go to Toys r Us and look at all the kits and add up the toy pieces.
Okay, I give up. Rain doesn't suck after all. Being stuck inside all day has caused my living room to get hit by a toy-nado (Thanks for the name Jared (Dadthing)). A whirling, spinning, Tasmanian Devil that I call my daughter. She can absolutely destroy our house in a manner of minutes. I think she will make a good building imploder when she gets older.
I beg my relatives and friends....no more stuff for her toy kitchen. I know the super cute 110 piece package of kitchen goodies looks like a great gift on the shelf. But after I step on 104 pieces in my bare feet, the goodies look like hell and my feet hurt. I almost dread the day when she gets into Legos.....
When I was a kid, Legos came in five varieties and you had to use some imagination. Legos come in 12,245,764 different shapes now. You just follow the directions now and build everything. If you don't believe me on the number of different pieces, go to Toys r Us and look at all the kits and add up the toy pieces.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Another snot jingle!
Country version- I've got friends with runny noses, where the mucus drowns and the tissues chase the snot away.........
My book is here!
The first copy of Quarterback Dad: A Play-by-Play Guide to Tackling Your New Baby showed up in the mail today!!!! The book was two years in the making, but it is finally here. The publishing business can be maddeningly slow at times, but holding your book is almost like holding your baby for the first time........an indescribable joy. Writing the outline, finding an agent (the world's greatest by the way), finding a publisher, haggling over contract issues, rewrites, and a ton of nervous wait time to see it in print.
Coming soon to a bookstore near you! Take a peak at http://www.quarterbackdad.com/ to see more. Quarterback Dad is your perfect guide to go from rookie father to Hall of Fame Daddy! Tell all of your friends. Awww heck, tell everybody in the free world. Let's even tell people in the non-free world. Do they play football in China?
The first review came a few days ago. It will be in the June issue of a major pregnancy magazine. It is great, but I promised the editor I won't print it until the issue ships.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
3 gallons of snot and blog politics
The little one is under the weather. Full speed one minute and down for the count the next minute. It is amazing the amount of snot that can come out of a three-year-old's nose. My gosh, if there was a market for this stuff all parents could be rich. We are talking Bill Gates rich! Please, if anyone has a use for snot (or dirty tissues), just let me know. We can go into business together.
It could be fun to write the jingle for our snot company.
Nostalgic (based on an old tv ad)- You may think it's butter, but it's snot.
Happy (sung to the tune of Raining Men)- It's raining snot, hallelujah, it's raining snot.....
Religious- Amazing Snot, how sweet the sound, that blew a nose like me.........
I better quit before the lightning strikes!!!!! I'll come up with a few more for next week.
Politics
Reading other blogs, it amazes me that people think they can sway your vote by attacking another candidate. My momma always said 'you catch more flies with honey then vinegar.' Name calling worked in the third grade, but aren't legal voters older than that? Be nice and explain why your candidate is better and then we can have a discussion.
It could be fun to write the jingle for our snot company.
Nostalgic (based on an old tv ad)- You may think it's butter, but it's snot.
Happy (sung to the tune of Raining Men)- It's raining snot, hallelujah, it's raining snot.....
Religious- Amazing Snot, how sweet the sound, that blew a nose like me.........
I better quit before the lightning strikes!!!!! I'll come up with a few more for next week.
Politics
Reading other blogs, it amazes me that people think they can sway your vote by attacking another candidate. My momma always said 'you catch more flies with honey then vinegar.' Name calling worked in the third grade, but aren't legal voters older than that? Be nice and explain why your candidate is better and then we can have a discussion.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Singing Crayons
Singing Crayons, sounds like a great name for a 1980s punk band.
Nicole spent all day yesterday walking around holding a crayon like a microphone. Immediately after her nap, she wanted to know where her 'singing crayon' was. She picked it up and started belting out a tune. She also stacked up a set of foam floor pads and made a mini stage. She makes us laugh.
She also judges all dresses by how good they are at twirling. She puts on a dress and twirls around, often corkscrewing herself into a pile. She then says "this is a good twirling dress." Do we have the next American Idol on our hands? Or the next Britney Spears? I think I'll let her do this at home, but never encourage her to hit the stage. The bright lights haven't been to kind to Britney.
Operation Wee-Wee Day Two
Three hits
One Miss, but she spent most of the afternoon in diapers because of an extra long nap and we went out to eat. Not brave enough to let her pee on the restaurant chairs.
Nicole spent all day yesterday walking around holding a crayon like a microphone. Immediately after her nap, she wanted to know where her 'singing crayon' was. She picked it up and started belting out a tune. She also stacked up a set of foam floor pads and made a mini stage. She makes us laugh.
She also judges all dresses by how good they are at twirling. She puts on a dress and twirls around, often corkscrewing herself into a pile. She then says "this is a good twirling dress." Do we have the next American Idol on our hands? Or the next Britney Spears? I think I'll let her do this at home, but never encourage her to hit the stage. The bright lights haven't been to kind to Britney.
Operation Wee-Wee Day Two
Three hits
One Miss, but she spent most of the afternoon in diapers because of an extra long nap and we went out to eat. Not brave enough to let her pee on the restaurant chairs.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Operation Wee-Wee
Day one of hardcore potty training began. We have tried a few times before, but let her go back to diapers after a few hours. She would scream and ask (no, she was demanding) for diapers. We have decided to go cold turkey, other than sleeping hours. Since she sleeps with us, that may be awhile. No Potty Training for Dummies Books for us. We just decided to do it on our own.
Yesterday's scorecard
2 Hits
8 Misses
1 Load of Laundry
Man, this kid pees alot!!! How can a thirty pound kid create so much bodily waste. I thinks she peeed her entire body weight. How do you spell the word 'peeed'? That can't be right, but it looks cute.
I have heard that there exists plastic panties that contain the offensive liquid, but have been unable to find any. She just keeps leaving puddles all over the floor. I am glad we have hardwood floors.
Yesterday's scorecard
2 Hits
8 Misses
1 Load of Laundry
Man, this kid pees alot!!! How can a thirty pound kid create so much bodily waste. I thinks she peeed her entire body weight. How do you spell the word 'peeed'? That can't be right, but it looks cute.
I have heard that there exists plastic panties that contain the offensive liquid, but have been unable to find any. She just keeps leaving puddles all over the floor. I am glad we have hardwood floors.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I'm no Martha Stewart
I am not a very good cook. I can follow directions, but I have no flare. My brother has flare, He can throw things in a pot and come out with a great meal. If I throw things in a pot, we would just save time to throw the entire pot out before anyone is forced to eat any.
Tonight's menu
Home made chicken soup and home baked bread. All done by yours truly.
Kicker......
Soup is a prepackaged mix that was home made by someone else. Although I did cook the chicken and put it all in the pot, thank you very much. The bread was also a prepackaged mix that came from the store. Although I did put it in the bread-maker and turn it on, thank you very much.
On the household front, Nicole was helping Mommy "orgarize" her books today. We laughed and figured anything to help her put her books away was good. The kid has more books than your local library!
Rainy days suck......................, unless the little one takes an extra long nap.
Wink, Wink, Say no More.
Tonight's menu
Home made chicken soup and home baked bread. All done by yours truly.
Kicker......
Soup is a prepackaged mix that was home made by someone else. Although I did cook the chicken and put it all in the pot, thank you very much. The bread was also a prepackaged mix that came from the store. Although I did put it in the bread-maker and turn it on, thank you very much.
On the household front, Nicole was helping Mommy "orgarize" her books today. We laughed and figured anything to help her put her books away was good. The kid has more books than your local library!
Rainy days suck......................, unless the little one takes an extra long nap.
Wink, Wink, Say no More.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
House Cleaning
Nicole (3) grabs the dustmop and says "I like cleaning".
Dad grabs a camcorder and records that saying. I figure I can use that in a few years when I ask her to clean her room.
I wonder if I could play it at night when she is sleeping and subliminally send her a message. If that works, I will add "I like homework, Science is my favorite class, and Always ask Mom for money."
Then when she turns twelve I'll add "I don't want to date till I'm nineteen". I worry that the no dating strategy might backfire and leave her living in our basement when she is thirty.
Dad grabs a camcorder and records that saying. I figure I can use that in a few years when I ask her to clean her room.
I wonder if I could play it at night when she is sleeping and subliminally send her a message. If that works, I will add "I like homework, Science is my favorite class, and Always ask Mom for money."
Then when she turns twelve I'll add "I don't want to date till I'm nineteen". I worry that the no dating strategy might backfire and leave her living in our basement when she is thirty.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Living in the dog house...
I'm in the dog house again.
Nicole said "I have boogers in my nose."
Dad answered "Boogers live in your nose, we could actually call your nose a booger house."
A dirty look ensued from my wonderfully charming wife. The look that puts me in the dog house (for at least a few minutes). I actually think it would be funny if she called it a booger house in school. I think even the teacher would laugh and the world needs more laughing teachers.
Kibbles-n-Bits, I'm gonna get me some Kibbles-n-Bits...............
Nicole said "I have boogers in my nose."
Dad answered "Boogers live in your nose, we could actually call your nose a booger house."
A dirty look ensued from my wonderfully charming wife. The look that puts me in the dog house (for at least a few minutes). I actually think it would be funny if she called it a booger house in school. I think even the teacher would laugh and the world needs more laughing teachers.
Kibbles-n-Bits, I'm gonna get me some Kibbles-n-Bits...............
Friday, February 8, 2008
Silly Walks and Other Ramblings
Been silent on the blog front due to grad school, book writing, and baby-watching.
Silly Walks-
Nicole just started walking around differnt ways this morninga s she was picking up her toys. My god, she was actually picking them up. Usually Hurricane Nicole works in the opposite direction. She usually destroys the house in a manner of minutes, but today she was putting her play kitchen food away while amusing herself (and me) with funny walks. She would quickly stomp on one trip, tiptoe on the next. I tried to get her to moonwalk, but that didn't work. Her funniest was the extremely long steps, she almost fell over. But it worked to get her to clean up her toys. I will definitely try that again. I also might need to call the Ministry of Funny Walks.
Joking Me-
All week long whenever I get her laughing she says "You're joking me." I know she is missing a few words, but I like the way she says it.
TV Watching-
I saw a KD Lang ad for her new CD. I like her music, but in the ad she looks just like Johnny Cash six months before his death. Now if she would just sing Ring of Fire I would love it.
I fell into a burning ring of fire...........
Silly Walks-
Nicole just started walking around differnt ways this morninga s she was picking up her toys. My god, she was actually picking them up. Usually Hurricane Nicole works in the opposite direction. She usually destroys the house in a manner of minutes, but today she was putting her play kitchen food away while amusing herself (and me) with funny walks. She would quickly stomp on one trip, tiptoe on the next. I tried to get her to moonwalk, but that didn't work. Her funniest was the extremely long steps, she almost fell over. But it worked to get her to clean up her toys. I will definitely try that again. I also might need to call the Ministry of Funny Walks.
Joking Me-
All week long whenever I get her laughing she says "You're joking me." I know she is missing a few words, but I like the way she says it.
TV Watching-
I saw a KD Lang ad for her new CD. I like her music, but in the ad she looks just like Johnny Cash six months before his death. Now if she would just sing Ring of Fire I would love it.
I fell into a burning ring of fire...........
Friday, February 1, 2008
Let's take a walk.......
"Is this a walking road" asked Nicole.
"No, it's called a sidewalk", said Dad.
"I think I will call it a walking road", she answered.
Stubborn (but cute), she gets both traits from her Mom. Stubborn and cute from Mom, no rhythym and a love of ice cream from me.
"No, it's called a sidewalk", said Dad.
"I think I will call it a walking road", she answered.
Stubborn (but cute), she gets both traits from her Mom. Stubborn and cute from Mom, no rhythym and a love of ice cream from me.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Snow Dream and Dancing Girls
Growing up in Florida, I have to admit I like snow. Of course, I live in NC, not upstate NY. I find myself this time of year addicted to the weather websites looking for a chance of snow. They may predict it ten days from now and I get my hopes up. The meteorologists are always right aren't they????
From watching the weather websites, I realize why we have a home mortgage problem in this country. It is all because of the annoying, ugly, uncoordinated dancing girl that haunts my computer. Anyone who clicks on that link to get a mortgage is guaranteed not to understand their ARM terms. The entire mortgage crisis is due to a cheesy dancing computer girl created by a nerd-boy who has never had a date.
Solution to the mortgage dilemma is to get a nerd-boy a date. Congress needs to get this boy a date. No more home mortage problem. People can continue to max out their credit cards, because house values will continue to rise. The economy will run great. Of course, this also means that we buy more Chinese toys made with lead paint. China gets richer and our kids develop brain damage. On second thought, I just need to put up with the idiotic dancing girl (or take an economics class).
From watching the weather websites, I realize why we have a home mortgage problem in this country. It is all because of the annoying, ugly, uncoordinated dancing girl that haunts my computer. Anyone who clicks on that link to get a mortgage is guaranteed not to understand their ARM terms. The entire mortgage crisis is due to a cheesy dancing computer girl created by a nerd-boy who has never had a date.
Solution to the mortgage dilemma is to get a nerd-boy a date. Congress needs to get this boy a date. No more home mortage problem. People can continue to max out their credit cards, because house values will continue to rise. The economy will run great. Of course, this also means that we buy more Chinese toys made with lead paint. China gets richer and our kids develop brain damage. On second thought, I just need to put up with the idiotic dancing girl (or take an economics class).
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Early Geometry Lessons
We were playing yesterday (while learning about shapes) when my star unequivocally states that "a square is a baby rectangle". That is a neat concept and if I ever teach math it will be a concept I use.
Right now, we are in the mommy, daddy, and baby phase. Everything must be in groups of three. Then she proceeds to name them. We have mommy banana slices, daddy banana slices, and Nicole banana slices. She does this with everything. How do I explain to her that some babies have two mommies or two daddies?
Right now, we are in the mommy, daddy, and baby phase. Everything must be in groups of three. Then she proceeds to name them. We have mommy banana slices, daddy banana slices, and Nicole banana slices. She does this with everything. How do I explain to her that some babies have two mommies or two daddies?
Monday, January 21, 2008
Percussive Maintenance.....
Our house is possessed. The smoke detector from hell is at it again. It starts chirping in the middle of the night about every minute. The problem is that it quits during the day. And it doesn't do it every night, just when I am trying to sleep. We have new smoke/carbon monoxide detectors, the chirping one is the 1990 version that was built into the house (and not needed). And it is hard wired into the house, no batteries. It even gives you a written warning that it won't work if the power is off. That makes me feel real safe. It's kept me awake since 4 and if it wasn't for a sleeping toddler, I would have already taken a 6 pound sledgehammer to it. Let me think, metal hammer and live electricity, sounds safe to me.
To Do List for Monday
1. Whack the piss out of the smoke detector once Nicole is awake.
2. Take a nap while Nicole is sleeping.
I realize that if I could write like Stephen King, I could turn this into a book and a movie deal. I'll post tomorrow, if I survive.
To Do List for Monday
1. Whack the piss out of the smoke detector once Nicole is awake.
2. Take a nap while Nicole is sleeping.
I realize that if I could write like Stephen King, I could turn this into a book and a movie deal. I'll post tomorrow, if I survive.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Snow, Snow, Go Out in the Snow!
Watching a three year old enjoy the snow for the first time was a blast. We haven't had snow for four years, so it was a blast for ma and pa too. She ran out all bundled up and bent down to grab a handful. It was cold, wet and fun to throw. Built an eighteen inch high snowman that was more fun to knock over than build. We built three and all three got knocked over by her. I already knew she was into demolition, just take a look at our living room!! A few trips on the sled brought howls of laughter. But, the thing she liked the best puzzled me. She plopped down on her side and slowly rolled down the hill. Over and over, laughing all the way. We came in, warmed up, and went back out an hour later. Whee, I hope we get more today!!!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
The last baby shower gift.
Our little superstar turns three next week. What a great three years it has been. Three and a half years ago, I was just an ordinary guy. Within a few months, I was transformed into Super Dad (superhero noise). Three days before her third birthday, we also passed another milestone. We dressed her in the last of her baby shower gifts! A cute little long sleeve 'Life is Good' shirt. It was a gift from my best friend. He is the greatest, but he was very clueless in the kid department. He is starting to understand kids as he watches my star grow, but he still probably can't pick the right size clothes. But at least he will finally get to see her in his baby gift.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
The ultimate football baby toy!!!
I went shopping tonight for a friend whose daughter turns one next week. He is an absolute football nut. He might even top my love of the game. I found his daughter the perfect gift. It is called The Touchdown Rider. It is a stand-up-scoot-along-the-floor-with-your-feet-toy. But the kicker is.......it looks like a giant football. Ages 1-3, so it is perfect for his little quarterback. My wife gave me grief and said it was more for Matt than Hana. I don't think so, Matt is too big to ride it!! My star actually turns three next week or she would have one. I may go back and buy them all for gifts to future quarterback dads.
Monday, January 7, 2008
You're a mean one...
My little star looked at me this morning and said that I was the big Grinch and she was the little Grinch. She the proceeded to tell me she was the cartoon Grinch.
This doesn't surprise me based on what she has said the last few days. Every time she did something wrong in the last few days, I would correct her. She would then explain to me that she was "bad just like the Grinch". Of course, I would explain that the Grinch became good eventually. So, maybe she will never again do any bad things.
I personally like the cartoon grinch better, but she made the choice already for me. I sure wish I knew all the words to the Grinch song.....................
This doesn't surprise me based on what she has said the last few days. Every time she did something wrong in the last few days, I would correct her. She would then explain to me that she was "bad just like the Grinch". Of course, I would explain that the Grinch became good eventually. So, maybe she will never again do any bad things.
I personally like the cartoon grinch better, but she made the choice already for me. I sure wish I knew all the words to the Grinch song.....................
Thursday, January 3, 2008
A New Year and a Trip Back to the Tree Farm
A new year has somehow happened. We had company New Year's Eve and they have a three year old, so it was a little different than a traditional party. We blew noise makers and hooted and hollered at 9, in case the girls fell asleep. They made it to 12:01 with a little prodding. I made it till 12:02.....................
Yesterday, we told Nicole we were going to take the Christmas tree down this weekend. She looks at us and ask if we are going to take it back to the tree farm. I had to explain to her that the saw only works one way. We would put it out by the street to be recycled. She still wants to take it back to the farm. Does super glue work on trees? I know it works on fingers. And If I took it back, would they give me $45.
Yesterday, we told Nicole we were going to take the Christmas tree down this weekend. She looks at us and ask if we are going to take it back to the tree farm. I had to explain to her that the saw only works one way. We would put it out by the street to be recycled. She still wants to take it back to the farm. Does super glue work on trees? I know it works on fingers. And If I took it back, would they give me $45.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
