And I Walked to School Uphill Both Ways

Today, Cameron and I were driving in the car and listening to the radio. (It was really funny -- he thought Garrison Keillor was hysterical but found Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me less entertaining.)

"Hey, mommy?  Rewind that part, okay?" he asked.

"I can't rewind it," I answered.  "It's the radio."

"WHAT?  You can't rewind it?  What, does the radio only play stuff live?" he asked, incredulous.
"Well . . . yeah, pretty much.  You can't rewind it or fast forward it."

"Whoa!" he said.  "Good thing the TV isn't like that.  That'd be awful."

Welcome to my childhood.

Running Out of Ideas

More snow, more cold, more rain.  And I am digging deep for ways to keep these boys occupied!  We made tie-dyed flowers this week, decorated our window with shamrocks, colored, listened to books on CD (Currently in our CD player:  Simon Bloom and the Octopus Effect), and labeled each other.  Matthew was very literal with the labels.  He was dissatisfied with the placement of the "leg" label on Cameron's jeans and tried repeatedly to pull up clothing to place the labels directly on the appropriate part.

I showed the boys how to build a house of cards and Cameron decided that Post-It notes allowed for more flexibility.

And now, thank goodness, it's the weekend and Daddy is home to help entertain!  Here's our version of the three man bobsled. 

Here's hoping that spring gets here soon because I am quickly running out of ideas to interest a 2-year-old and a 6-year-old.

Need to Work of My Frow

Matthew loves football -- LOVES it.  If he had his way, we would stand in the hallway and throw the football back and forth all day long.  Although I'm a college football fan (GO BLUE!), I've never been much for the NFL.  With Matthew's love of the game, however, we HAD to watch the Superbowl.  He cheered and provided commentary and reenacted his favorite plays -- "Den he frowed it like dis!  And den de other guy fell down like dis!  Den, TOUCHDOWN!"

When great grandma and great grandpa sent Matthew money to buy a Superbowl shirt, he was thrilled.  His New Orleans Saints Champion t-shirt arrived in the mail last week and Matthew immediately put it on, repeatedly shrieking, "I can hardly believe it!  I can hardly believe it!"  I can hardly believe that a 2-year-old would be so excited about a football shirt!

He now prefers to wear his Superbowl shirt when we play football in the hallway.  Yesterday, I said to him, "Keep your eye on the ball, Matthew!"  So he did.

When he missed another catch, I said, "Hold your arms out so you can catch it!"

"Mama," he replied indignantly, "I can't catch it if you keep frowing it bad!"

He does make a good point.

No Pants, No Picture

Cameron brought home his school picture day order form yesterday, and it has me a bit concerned.  I mean, "Pants Recommended?" Really?

I went to a school with uniforms so maybe I'm just oblivious to what kids wear (or don't wear, apparently!) to school.  Or perhaps it's that old, "The Times, They Are A-Changin'" thing and I'm out of touch.  I have noticed some changes in "style" since my days in school.  Boys who belt their jeans around their knees, girls who mistake washclothes for tops, but this whole pantlesss trend . . .  I don't want to sound like an old stick in the mud, but I think pants should be required!   

Olympotent

My apologies if you were looking forward to seeing Lindsey Vonn and Shaun White compete last night, only to find that their events had been cancelled.  You see, I was at my writing class and apparently the boys were not being good listeners.  It depends on who you ask, but Cameron either had an uncontrollable urge to cough OR made a rude noise with his mouth when Daddy told him to get his PJs on.  As a result, Matthew tells me sorrowfully, "Daddy cancewed the Owympics."

Alert the Media

You know how every once in a while you see a newspaper article about how someone found a Cheeto that looks exactly like George Washington's profile?  Or a blueberry pancake that is unmistakably an image of the Virgin Mary?  Which are so totally obviously messages.  (Interpretation:  George Washington was a total cheesehead.  And the Virgin Mary loves syrup.)

Well, Cameron went to a birthday party this past weekend and made a tie-dye t-shirt.  On Valentine's Day, after the dye had had 24 hours to set, we followed the directions for washing and drying the finished product.  Cameron put it on, proud of his creation. 

And then, I spotted this . . .

Oh. My. Gosh.  What could it mean, people?  I'm buying a big ol' bag of Cheetos in the hopes that it clarifies things.

Don't Forget Haiti

We've all been proudly wearing our "Pa Bliye Ayiti" bracelets.  What does "Pa Bliye Ayiti" mean, you ask?  It means "Don't Forget Haiti" in Haitian Kreyol.  Want a cool bracelet, too?  Click on the link below or the "Bracelets for Haiti" button!

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