Stating the Obvious

The Dad: Oliver, do you want to say the prayer this morning?

The two year old: No, you say it!

The Dad: Okay. (Still trying to get some participation) What should I say?

The two year old: Say a prayer!

quelques petits mots

My oldest is in the children's community play this summer. She plays a dalmatian puppy who, along with her 14 siblings, is captured by a mad woman intent on killing them for their fur.

My daughter recently added a line to her previous two line repertoire. When we asked her what the new line was she repeated it for us with a look that said "I don't really know what this means."

It took a second for Ben and I to figure it out.

"They're going to do a sin!" was what my daughter said. In actuality the line reads: "They're going to do us in!" She hadn't been given a script, the director had simply told her the line.

You may conclude, as I have, that both lines mean essentially the same thing.

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When we went to see Harry Potter last week a couple sitting in front of me brought in a small buffet complete with sandwiches. Sandwiches with a lot of onions on them. I found the smell extremely annoying. It's a good thing I am not pregnant. I fear I might have done them harm.

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I have a stack of books waiting to be read. And then, though my budget is slim and my nightstand is full, I went to a book sale a bought many many more.

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I have a chocolate truffle bar sitting across the room from me. Should I eat it now or later?

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I hope Lance Armstrong rocks the time trial tomorrow in the Tour de France. There are certainly things I do not admire about the guy, but it's fun to watch him on a bike. Ben and I spent an hour last night watching some old Tours on YouTube. Really amazing.

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I working on a post in my head about Greek poets and social media. If I ever get it done, it will be profound, I'm sure. Well, mildly entertaining anyway.

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And now that this blog post has simply degenerated into a series of Twitter-esque asides, I shall bid you all farewell for the evening.

The More We Get Together

Yesterday Ben and I drove the kids out to Nana's house. Nana is my mom. We dropped the kids off, then we gathered up 5 of my siblings, four of them currently living at Nana's house and headed to the movie theater to meet up with another sibling. We listened to a Harry Potter soundtrack on the way. The eight of us sat together in a row towards the back and got set to watch the sixth Harry Potter movie.

After the movie we hashed out what we liked and didn't like, authoritatively pointing out obvious errors in judgment the screenwriter and director made in adding or eliminating certain elements. Once I got home I proceeded to re-read book six so that I could continue my assessment of things the movie did right, and what it did wrong. It was thoroughly enjoyable.

But the really fun part was the group I went with. My kids are really too young for movie theaters (I have strong opinions on this) and I rarely go to the movies anyway. But when I do, I absolutely LOVE going with my brothers and sisters and, of course, Ben. They are my very favorite people in the whole world. So while Hermione's emotional moment may have been overplayed, listening to my thirteen year-old brother giggle at the previews was totally worth it.

1000 Words

Woman Sleeping by Mary Ferris Kelly

Light * Hearted

My baby girl is a sweetheart. She's not really a baby any more. Except that she is the baby of the family. So for now, still my baby.

Her language development has hit the place where the words me and you are confused and interchanged. It is not uncommon to have her come up to me with hands raised and say "Carry you! Carry you!"

The other day she was practicing naming body parts. Pointing to the different parts of my head she said "My eyes. My nose. My ears." Then suddenly with a twinkle in her eye and a rush of affection she simply pointed at me and said excitedly "My mama!"

It was very sweet.

Grrrrrrrr.

With so many things to get done, as well as a recently installed internet connection, one would think that blogging would immediately jump to the front of the line. Because nothing says procrastinate like blogging. Unless it's Twitter, which is also really great at saying procrastinate and other like words.

But the truth is my neck and back are a little bit achy, and I am in a pissy mood. Yes, pissy. It's not a word I like--I don't think it's very proper, and I am a big fan of decorum-- that said, there are some days when it is simply the word that fits.

I think I am in said mood because I am tired and overwhelmed. And whenever I start to sink under a deluge of tired-and-overwhelmedness, I sometimes use anger as a life jacket to stay afloat. It's not a great idea, and I don't suggest it. In fact getting some good quality sleep is probably the best solution to all the problems listed within this paragraph.

And so I think I shall take a long hot bath, and then go to sleep.

And I will have to post again soon for two reasons: a) I have so much to do, and b) If one is attempting to be somewhat decorous, then that one should not leave such a post up too long without following up with something more light-hearted and cheerful.

Cheers.

Here Today

Well, the internet is up and running at my very own house.  Which is an exciting prospect.  I will now celebrate by going out of town for the 4th of July weekend.  

As for a rundown of my life: my kids have colds, they are tired from the move, and they will be tired by the little vacation.  Two of my kids have developed mild to moderate separation anxiety, and the oldest has decided to take this time and become a mouthy teenager, even though she is only seven.  But I'm trying to give everybody some slack.  Moving is disruptive.  

The kitchen is coming together nicely, if a bit slowly, with cabinets installed.  Countertops, flooring and a new range are on the horizon along with a tiled back splash.  I'll post pictures when I can.

My room is in a constant state of flux in an attempt to unpack and organize.  But someday that will be better.

I'm hoping by Christmas I have everything pulled together.

That's really not too far away, right?   Right.