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Dominoes
Keeghan was the first to fall, but I’m sure we can trace this back to preschool if we try.
Keeghan woke up feverish and glassy eyed yesterday. By bedtime, Ian also had a fever and a very charming runny nose. This morning, I have reached the fever plus runny nose stage. 007 has either escaped, or is due for his fever in approximately 12 hours. Wish us luck!
When Daddy Dresses Me
On today’s edition of When Daddy Dresses Me, we find out what happens when The Dudes are left to their own sartorial devices.
IN FEBRUARY.
See if you can identify
The moment at which The Dudes were seized by a sudden, burning desire to become Shriners.
Tonight on Stupid Sibling Tricks
I will demonstrate how I can make my brother hand me my bottle using only the power of my mind.
Also, I will take throwing things on the floor to the next level, and use the legs of my high chair to affect the bottle’s trajectory.
Speculation abounds
Obviously what actually happened here is under the heading of “unknowable,” but, here’s what I can tell you. This bird has no head. And The Dudes have a couple of theories.
Ian: Mommy, why is that bird not moving?
Me: Well, it’s dead, sweetie.
Ian: What happened to it?
Me: Well, since it has no head, I’m going to guess a bigger bird came and ate its head.
Michael: A bigger bird? How much bigger? What kind of bird would that be? This bird is plenty big.
Ian: Just, a bigger bird, Daddy.
Michael: What, like a bald eagle? A pteranadon? What are we talking about here?
Ian: Daddy, there are no such things as pteranadons any more.
Later on in our walk, we happened to pass an illustration of a bald eagle that had a shield with the stars and stripes on it. Ian took one look at that picture and said, “That Eagle of the United States of America came and killed that other bird.”
Mark Your Calendar
Ian is wearing shoes that are neither white nor Stride Rite!
Overheard
Me: (to Michael) Sophie has been trying to teach Keeghan to say, “monkey see, monkey do.”
Ian: No, Mommy, it’s “Monty SEE, Monty DO.”
Me: Monty? Who’s Monty? It’s definitely “monkey see, monkey do.”
Ian: No. There’s no monkey.
The Fly in the Ointment
What should have been a flawless, delightful afternoon turned into a Teachable Moment today thanks to some Mean Kids.
I had somehow failed to notice that there is now a huge, sandy area near the playground, so I didn’t pack any of Ian’s digging toys. (they are calling this a “sand volleyball” area. Also known as several square yards of preschooler HEAVEN.)
Unfortunately, the kids who HAD brought an entire toy aisle worth of beach toys were not merely uninterested in sharing them, they were really enjoying the opportunity to deny other kids something they wanted. My uber-friendly kid just didn’t understand this, so I was really proud of him when he finally accepted that, although he knew them, he should move on. It was a good opportunity to discuss the fact that not everyone wants to be friends, and that even normally friendly people don’t always behave in a friendly way.
As for the kid who rode his bike right into my friend Danette, I don’t think we learned anything there except that dodging is a good skill.
And I will start keeping sand toys in the trunk, since apparently we’re going to keep having spring days in February.
My Valentine’s Eve dinner date
