...and another one bites the dust.

We were at the library today when a little girl, about 3.5-4 years old, runs up to J and gives him a great big bear hug. She didn't let go...she still didn't let go...and so finally (about 10 seconds--a long time when you're two) J gets bored and tries to squirm out of the hug. She still held on, and the struggle ended when they both fell over, and J got up laughing. Over the course of the next 5 minutes or so, the girl chased J several times trying (and usually succeeding) to hug him again while J laughed hysterically. The girl's mom came in while she had J pinned, and was subsequently mortified. She chastised her daughter and apologized profusely to me. I laughed it off, explaining that J thought it was a grand time. She apologized again, bemoaning the fact that she knew what her daughter (also a J)* was likely to do, because as soon as they spotted us in the library, J-female apparently confided in her mom "I'm going to hug that boy."


* I won't say her name, partially in case anyone recognizes it, and partially because, in my mind, the name epitomizes everything I hate about modern "naming": it has no recognizable etymology, is ambigendrous, and suffers the indignity of having a superfluous 'y'.

Well, he does love VeggieTales...

While I was doing the dishes earlier, J walked up to me and announced that he was 'yucky'. I told him to go to the bathroom. He balked, so I said he could bring a toy, and he ran off. I dried my hands, and went into the bathroom to find this:

Thank you, Rick.

I just caught J pinching his confused sister's nose while repeating, "gotsano, gotsano".

Pumpkinland!

Yes, we took the small ones to Pumpkinland today. There are lots of of animals to look at and/or pet, like bunnies and puppies and chickens and geese and goats and sheep and a pony and llamas, not to mention, of course, the massive pumpkin patches. Want to guess what J saw?


The little girls' playhouse.

It wasn't a complete waste, though. We did convince him to pet the puppies, and Dave and I came away with fudge bars and pumpkin bread, as well as a pretty white pumpkin. We do, of course, intend to gut the pretty white pumpkin this weekend and make more yummies out of its viscera.
I love fall.

He's not sleeping anytime soon.

So, the other night Dave gave me the idea of dipping Fareway's awesome honey-wheat pretzels into almond bark. And this evening, I did.
Leaving them to dry on the counter, I started to go about the business of putting the small ones to bed. After he prevented B from falling and staying asleep, I finally got J leave us alone for a bit. Soon I realized he was being very quiet. B now being asleep, the apartment was almost silent....except for the barely audible sound of crunching. I went into the kitchen  just as J stood on his tiptoes and placed the last little bit of pretzel on the counter, and told me, "All gone."

Monkey Cheese!

I've come the the realization that a two-year-old's mind works in very interesting ways. Aside from the now-well-circulated "monkey cheese" [shredded coconut] proclamation, J has come up with other interesting ideas.

"Earth. Kind of moon?"

"Dragon. Kind of dinosaur?"

While watching StarGate with me: "Water door!"

Furiously trying to open a box of cake mix: "Cake! CAKE!!! Openit!"

After using trying each of his new markers exactly once: "Want more."

While watching VeggieTales: "What happened?"  
(turns and points at Dave) "Don't know."  
(turns and points to me) "What happened?

After seeing me place a bowl of Spaghetti-os on his tray for supper: "Cookie, okay?"

The Bad Beginning

Heyo! I've decided to start this blog for two reasons:
Reason the first: To give the grandparents somewhat regular updates on the exploits of the children, without clogging up my relatively-sparse-by-choice Facebook profile.
Reason the second: To provide a place for my husband and me to keep track of the humourous/touching/bizarre events that occur while supervising our spawn.

If anyone else is amused, distracted or otherwise entertained, that is a bonus.
:D