Hello loyal blog readers, all three of you! You may have noticed that the contest announced several weeks ago has dragged on a bit longer than it sounded like it would. Not to fear, I haven't forgotten it. Since there were only two entrants, I have decided...drumroll please...to give both of them prizes! Heroic Autobot, and you know how are, your darling little M will receive a Beelzebubbles onesie, unless you choose something else made by our friend Tina.
Speaking of Tina, she is the other winner! Tina, now you have to have lunch with me, darnit. I'm paying.
Now, please, join me at the new address of this blog, mypeeislikeashootingstar.wordpress.com.
If you visit the new blog, you will see that the caterpillar pictured a couple of posts back has become a butterfly.
Strange images that seem normal to me
Older son felt tired mid-hike.
Here, I think that the pennies are suppose to be like icebergs. 
And we're growing butterflies!
This year once again we are raising a Monarch caterpillar. Yesterday it made its cocoon, see above. Hard to take good pics through plastic, sorry.
Today we're having butterfly air around here
Mom: "Boy, it's muggy today! Not so hot, but really muggy."
Son: "Muddy? Where?"
Mom: "Nope, muggy. It means the air feels wet. Mug-gy, instead of mud-dy. When the air feels kind of thick and wet like this."
Son: [thoughtful pause] "I see. It's sort of like butterfly air."
Mom: [thoughtful pause] "Oh, you mean the air in the butterfly exhibit at the museum?"
Son: "Yes."
Mom: "Yes, that's muggy!"
Son: "Muddy? Where?"
Mom: "Nope, muggy. It means the air feels wet. Mug-gy, instead of mud-dy. When the air feels kind of thick and wet like this."
Son: [thoughtful pause] "I see. It's sort of like butterfly air."
Mom: [thoughtful pause] "Oh, you mean the air in the butterfly exhibit at the museum?"
Son: "Yes."
Mom: "Yes, that's muggy!"
Mom, I can count in "Spanish"!
Last week: "This is all of the Spanish I know, Mom. Nacho, cinco, seis!"
This week: Counted from one to ten in Spanish perfectly, except mis-pronounced ten as "dien" instead of "diez."
Not sure which I preferred, nacho, cinco, seis! was pretty hilarious.
He now uses "Spanish" to refer to any foreign language, and makes up bizarre "Spanish" words. I cannot transcribe any of them here, they are too bizarre and long. They sound like a sentence from some Polynesian language, or sometimes a cat coughing up a hairball.
This week: Counted from one to ten in Spanish perfectly, except mis-pronounced ten as "dien" instead of "diez."
Not sure which I preferred, nacho, cinco, seis! was pretty hilarious.
He now uses "Spanish" to refer to any foreign language, and makes up bizarre "Spanish" words. I cannot transcribe any of them here, they are too bizarre and long. They sound like a sentence from some Polynesian language, or sometimes a cat coughing up a hairball.
A real minion
This hilarious commercial is almost unwatchable, until the very end.
It is also somewhat reassuring, in that I don't think either of my sons is quite this bad. Okay, I know, it's come very, very close with the older one sometimes. But he isn't even as old as the boy in the commercial, yet.
It is also somewhat reassuring, in that I don't think either of my sons is quite this bad. Okay, I know, it's come very, very close with the older one sometimes. But he isn't even as old as the boy in the commercial, yet.
Something special
From my friend, with her hilarious daughter:
Daughter: I love sparkly clothes! Love, love, love. Why aren't all clothes sparkly?
Mom: I think because if they were all sparkly, the sparkles wouldn't be special.
Two days later....
Mom: I was very proud of your behaviour at the Kite Festival. It was so much fun to be with you when you were doing such good listening. It was a special day.
Daughter: If I did good listening all season, it wouldn't be special.
Daughter: I love sparkly clothes! Love, love, love. Why aren't all clothes sparkly?
Mom: I think because if they were all sparkly, the sparkles wouldn't be special.
Two days later....
Mom: I was very proud of your behaviour at the Kite Festival. It was so much fun to be with you when you were doing such good listening. It was a special day.
Daughter: If I did good listening all season, it wouldn't be special.
Making the gas station cashier laugh
On the way back from grandma and grandpa's yesterday, we stopped at a country gas station. If you have travelled much in the rural upper Midwest, you will be familiar with this particular type of gas station. It was a combo convenience store, truck stop, gas station, "family restaurant" (I never know what that means exactly--no strippers?), and place to shop for kitschy hunting and country type household goods and random objects.
The convenience store was...a little overwhelming in its display of unrelated, weird, and useless consumer goods. For instance, just to give you the flavor of it, when you walked in the front door, just about knee level to your left was a shelf with a display of: dinosaur head puppets (or possibly masks for children? it wasn't clear and I didn't investigate that closely), two somewhat frightening baby dolls in apparently handmade doll clothes, and a box of hunting-themed lighters.
My son was momentarily stunned by that shelf. Finally I got him to follow me in a little further, looking for the restrooms, and just as we passed the cashier, he shouted out, "See mom, I told you! This place is like a fun house!"
The cashier laughed and she and I exchanged a knowing glance. She said, "Well, that's one I haven't heard before."
When we finished our restroom business, we got some junk food snacks, and went to check out. In front of the cashier station was a tall stand of coonskin caps. They appeared to me to possibly be made of actual coonskin, though once again I declined to investigate too closely. My son was just standing there holding his items, but suddenly he saw the caps.
In his most disgusted voice, he said loudly. "Mom! Look at this! Who did this! You know how I feel about dead animals!"
The cashier really got a kick out of him.
The convenience store was...a little overwhelming in its display of unrelated, weird, and useless consumer goods. For instance, just to give you the flavor of it, when you walked in the front door, just about knee level to your left was a shelf with a display of: dinosaur head puppets (or possibly masks for children? it wasn't clear and I didn't investigate that closely), two somewhat frightening baby dolls in apparently handmade doll clothes, and a box of hunting-themed lighters.
My son was momentarily stunned by that shelf. Finally I got him to follow me in a little further, looking for the restrooms, and just as we passed the cashier, he shouted out, "See mom, I told you! This place is like a fun house!"
The cashier laughed and she and I exchanged a knowing glance. She said, "Well, that's one I haven't heard before."
When we finished our restroom business, we got some junk food snacks, and went to check out. In front of the cashier station was a tall stand of coonskin caps. They appeared to me to possibly be made of actual coonskin, though once again I declined to investigate too closely. My son was just standing there holding his items, but suddenly he saw the caps.
In his most disgusted voice, he said loudly. "Mom! Look at this! Who did this! You know how I feel about dead animals!"
The cashier really got a kick out of him.
Gardening with grandpa
Two funny anecdotes from older son's gardening adventures with grandpa this weekend.
#1
They were planting amaryllis bulbs. My dad undoubtedly was telling my son very specific information about the nature of amaryllis bulbs, their appropriate growing conditions, etc. A neighbor walked by and my son shouted out, "We are rich in rhizomes!"
#2
Not too long after that incident, my son was back inside. We decided to go for a little trip to the store. On the way we passed grandpa, still on his knees out in the garden.
"Oh!" I said, a little surprised. "Did grandpa say he didn't need your help anymore?"
"Oh no," said my son. "He said he still really needed my help."
"But you went in anyway?"
"Yes, I told him I was too tired from all that work!"
#1
They were planting amaryllis bulbs. My dad undoubtedly was telling my son very specific information about the nature of amaryllis bulbs, their appropriate growing conditions, etc. A neighbor walked by and my son shouted out, "We are rich in rhizomes!"
#2
Not too long after that incident, my son was back inside. We decided to go for a little trip to the store. On the way we passed grandpa, still on his knees out in the garden.
"Oh!" I said, a little surprised. "Did grandpa say he didn't need your help anymore?"
"Oh no," said my son. "He said he still really needed my help."
"But you went in anyway?"
"Yes, I told him I was too tired from all that work!"
Morning fun in our yard.
There was recently a bizarre news story in our town, about the sighting of a black bear near a busy shopping mall. I told my older son about it, since he loves all things animals.
Today, we were working in the yard. Well, I was working, baby strapped to my chest. My son was running around making holes, poking things, chasing the dog, etc. Suddenly he shouts out, "Mom, I saw a bear in our yard!"
"Oh, really?" To be honest, this didn't even phase me, it's the sort of thing he says a lot.
"Yes!"
"Where is it?"
"Um, it just climbed up a tree! We have to get ready for it!"
"Why? What do we need to do?"
"We have to kill it. Here, take this." He tries to hand me an imaginary knife.
I shake my head. "Oh no, I am not going to help kill it."
"But it's mean! It might eat me!"
"Bears would rather eat rabbits, and berries and stuff. They're usually not man-eaters. Anyway, God just made them that way, they can't help it."
"Well, I'm going to kill it."
"Okay. But I'm going to have to defend it."
Long pause. "What does defend it mean?"
"I'm going to protect it from you if you try to kill it."
"Oh." Pause. "Okay, mom! We have to protect this bear when it comes out of the tree!"
Returns to running around, poking holes in the earth with sticks, hitting the garage and random trees, destroying garlic mustard, etc.
That's it, this isn't really a funny story, just a snapshot of our life! I hope everyone else is enjoying the beautiful springtime as much as we are.
Today, we were working in the yard. Well, I was working, baby strapped to my chest. My son was running around making holes, poking things, chasing the dog, etc. Suddenly he shouts out, "Mom, I saw a bear in our yard!"
"Oh, really?" To be honest, this didn't even phase me, it's the sort of thing he says a lot.
"Yes!"
"Where is it?"
"Um, it just climbed up a tree! We have to get ready for it!"
"Why? What do we need to do?"
"We have to kill it. Here, take this." He tries to hand me an imaginary knife.
I shake my head. "Oh no, I am not going to help kill it."
"But it's mean! It might eat me!"
"Bears would rather eat rabbits, and berries and stuff. They're usually not man-eaters. Anyway, God just made them that way, they can't help it."
"Well, I'm going to kill it."
"Okay. But I'm going to have to defend it."
Long pause. "What does defend it mean?"
"I'm going to protect it from you if you try to kill it."
"Oh." Pause. "Okay, mom! We have to protect this bear when it comes out of the tree!"
Returns to running around, poking holes in the earth with sticks, hitting the garage and random trees, destroying garlic mustard, etc.
That's it, this isn't really a funny story, just a snapshot of our life! I hope everyone else is enjoying the beautiful springtime as much as we are.
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