Don't Feed the Animals

Snow Daze
November 24, 2010, 4:41 pm
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Good news: I made it through at least one Snow Day without eating my young!┬áBad news: Everything is just as icy and closed down today as it was yesterday, and that same young has spent the past two hours whining (he wants to eat cherry cordials for breakfast! he wants to go to the tooooooyyyyyy stoooore!) and it’s only 8:30 in the morning.

I am sharpening my knives.

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November 23, 2010, 4:26 am
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We had a few inches of snow here today, which meant the roads turned into a carnival ride—or maybe I mean a rodeo. A rodeo in which each individual driver was a hapless cowboy/cowgirl trying to stay on that bucking bronco/bull/something-less-than-domesticated-farm-animal for more than eight seconds. NO ONE HERE KNOWS ABOUT TRACTION TIRES, is what I’m saying.

Gage insisted on going to school, so he and I took the bus/walked there and back. We were feeling pretty smug about our clever use of public transit…

…until the bus we were waiting for this afternoon was a no show.

And we had to walk like forty blocks home, and it got dark while we were walking, and our hands and feet and arms and legs fell off.

One of us collapsed in a heap after that, while the other one bounced merrily around the house for several hours before finally going to bed. Guess which one of us did which.

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November 8, 2010, 5:35 pm
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So we’re renting a tiny weekend cottage in Port Townsend. (The right opportunity just kind of fell into our laps: relatively inexpensive, all utilities + yard care included, furnished down to linens and silverware.)

You know what else the place comes with? Neighbor kids, ages 6 (boy) and 4 (girl). We can kinda sorta see into their backyard from our upstairs window, which is how Gage met them.

We heard him having a shouted conversation out the window, and the next thing we knew, he was streaking down the stairs to get his boots on and flying out the door. We stuck our heads over the fence to meet the parents, and then the kids were…gone.

I mean, we could hear them—pretty sure the whole town could hear them—and we could see them if we wanted to, but ONLY IF WE WANTED TO.

When Scott finally went to collect Gage for dinner, the little neighbor boy gave him a detailed schedule of his playtime availability, which pretty much boils down to EVERY DAY AND EVERY WEEKEND.

That sound you hear? Would be the Hallelujah Chorus.

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School lunch
November 4, 2010, 4:59 am
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I had lunch with a certain special someone today.

Which went well…

…until things took a turn…

…as they so often do.

So then I came home…

…and continued to (cough) “manage” this situation. Someone has to eat all that candy before it “goes bad,” right? And it probably shouldn’t be the five-year-old, right?

In all, not a bad way to spend the noon hour.

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November 1, 2010, 5:54 pm
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Did I ever show you guys The Flash?

He’s had his costume ready to go since August.

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Stop Motion
October 14, 2010, 5:34 pm
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I don’t always bring my camera to the park. I don’t want to be THAT PARENT. You know, the one who can’t let a moment of her super-special snowflake’s life pass by undocumented. HOWEVER. When I don’t bring my camera, there is usually quite a bit of whining from my particular (attention-seeking) snowflake, along the lines of “Mom, take a picture, take a picture!” Me: “I don’t have my camera.” Him: “Why?!?!?!?!?” Rinse, repeat. So…

Sometimes I bring my camera.

Killing Me, Part 2: Birth of a Pig Farmer
October 6, 2010, 2:31 pm
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Him (standing in the middle of the kitchen, casually eating a dinner roll): Mom, why do people work?

Me (scurrying around, making all the standard morning preparations, trying to get us headed toward the door): To get money. Money to pay for things like a house, clothes, that roll you’re eating.

Him: Well, I’m not going to work when I get older. That would wear me out.

Me: Then I guess you better plan on finding a giant pile of money lying around somewhere.

Him: Hmm, maybe I’ll work part of the day, then part of the day—not work.

Me: Then you better find a high-paying job.

Him: Yeah, I think I’m gonna be a pig farmer.


Him: Hey Mom, can you put some socks on my feet?

Gage’s Cookie Sandwich Recipe (pictured above)

  1. Take one chocolate-chip cookie
  2. Spread with Nutella
  3. Attach second chocolate-chip cookie (better yet, get your mom to do it)
  4. Carry out to your backyard for a “cookie sandwich picnic”


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