I'm posting again? Wow!! You are all so lucky. That is, if anyone still bothers to check in. I fear I may have lost my already paltry reader base. Just in case no one is actually reading this anymore, I'm not going to waste precious brain matter on this post. Here, in no particular order, are some random funny things that the kids said or did or whatever...just--here!
I told Alison yesterday that today would be the first day of spring so she insisted on wearing her summer nightgown with the short sleeves. She wore it while watching Sesame Street and eating breakfast this morning. Her arms and legs felt like ice cubes, but she insisted she was fine.
Earlier this week I got out the tee ball for the kids to play with. Alison took a few good whacks at it, as did Oliver. The wind picked up, and the ball wouldn't stay on the tee anymore, so Oliver dismantled it and started using it as a gun. He pretended to shoot birds, inanimate objects, and his sister. I feel like this is one of those innate 'boy' things, like making car noises. Si doesn't hunt, we don't own any guns, and I don't recall Curious George demonstrating how to use one on TV. I'm pretty sure I'd remember that.
Si asked Alison how I looked while getting ready to run with my new shoes. Alison said "sexy". Considering I was wearing drawstring pants, a T-shirt, and my brand-spanking new running shoes, I'm sure she has no idea what it means. However, and in the interest of full disclosure I'll just say that every bad word or phrase Alison has learned she's gotten from me, I don't routinely use the word 'sexy'. That didn't stop Silas from immediately blaming me. I, in turn, blamed listening to the radio.
Continuing with the subject. We're eating supper, there's a rare quiet moment. Alison looks at me seriously and says "Mom, remember when you said freakin' this morning? That's a bad word. You shouldn't say that."
And here's to hearing your words repeated back to you in the voice of a 4 year old girl. Once again, we were eating supper. Silas and I are trying desperately to tell each other anecdotes from our days without getting interrupted by the kids. Alison: "Mom! You shouldn't talk with your mouth full!" I dutifully stop talking. A few seconds later Silas starts talking to me. Alison raises her hand, puts up her pointer finger, waves it at him, and says "uh-uh-uh!" You know, each 'uh' higher than the previous one...you get the point.
Well, that's all for now. Maybe next I'll actually post some pictures. Well, I'll only do that if I am sure there are signs of life here. So, comment. Please? I'd really like to know if there is anyone still checking this before I go and start using my brain again.