Saturday, April 14, 2007

We're off to see the Manatee

... the wonderful Manatee of Dallas.

How can I be up at the same stinkin' time I'm always up, but it seem soooooooooooo much earlier because it's a Saturday? I think my brain is playing tricks on me.

I'm taking some of my Science Club members to Dallas today. They've been selling snacks before school and doing other fundraisers all year, and this trip has been the major goal. So, after I juggled the school calendar and finally found a date that might not conflict with the zillion other clubs/athletic teams/etc (I even politely asked the theater teacher to move her cast party -- she was wonderfully gracious and said it really wasn't a big deal to push it to next week)... we are going to the Dallas World Aquarium and the Palace of Wax/Ripley's Believe it or Not.

I've been to both of those places when we were living in Dallas, and they're both cool. I actually took huge groups of students to the aquarium on field trips for three years running (like 200 students at a time). I look back on those field trips and just shake my head like What was I thinking!?!? Today's trip should be much more fun -- less stress. Because ask me how many kids I'm taking. Go ahead.

SIX. Out of 22 kids in my science club, only six decided to go. So, it's me, six kids, the Bible teacher, and one parent. I think it'll be a BLAST. Fewer kids = easier time deciding what to do for lunch, etc.

Knight and Jet have the whole day to themselves; the testosterone should be oozing from the cracks in the house by the time I get back at 9:00 tonight. I say that with glee for them -- Jet needs this kind of time with his daddy. I know they'll have a great day together.


Thursday, April 12, 2007

You should call it...

Jet was in the bath this evening. I had my back turned, and he said, "It has balls in it!"

I was only half-listening to his chatter, but this caught my attention. I quickly recalled that he doesn't have any ball-shaped bath toys.

"What?" I asked as I turned around.

Yep, you guessed it. He was ... um... exploring. He repeated what he had said, and I immediately wondered who had taught him that word for his parts - a friend at daycare, maybe? Knight was in Jet's room across the hall, and joined the conversation.

K: "What did he say?"

D: "You heard him."

Meanwhile, Jet continues to describe his new discovery by repeating himself over and over. I could tell that Knight had been thinking the same thing I was.

I'm big on Jet knowing the proper words for things. I'm kinda worried that someday he'll have to describe where he's hurting to an emergency room doctor who wouldn't be able to interpret nicknames if somehow I wasn't standing right there. It's also important to us that he learn to not say offensive things if he overhears them.

Clearly, though, this was an innocent discovery because, well, um, they ARE just as he described them, and I could tell by the way he was saying it. I turned to Jet and told him that those words weren't the ones to use; he should call it his "scrotum".

J: "Scroto?"

D: "Scrot-UM."

J: (matter-of-factly) "Scroto."

From the other room, K: "Scroto Baggins?"

J: "Yeah! Scroto Baggins!"

All I could do was giggle... and sigh about the things they don't teach you when they say "It's a BOY!" in the delivery room.


Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Because I want to post...

... but don't want to think. I stumbled on this on another blog (that I also stumbled on), and thought it was rather insightful, except for the "truly adventuresome" part.

You Are a Warrior Soul
You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.You don't give up. You're committed and brave.Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.
You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.
Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul


Monday, April 9, 2007

Funny babies

I know I should be working, but I stumbled on a post on another site listing funny baby videos. I had to share a couple of them!!

This baby is cracking up at his daddy playing golf on his Wii. This one laughs like an old man, and makes me laugh out loud every time. If you haven't seen this one with the powder toot, you're just behind the times (pun intended)!

Just in case you needed to laugh on this Monday-after-a-three-day-weekend, too. :-P


Sunday, April 8, 2007


Today was a great Easter. It was the first Easter wherein Jet actually "got" the whole Easter-egg thing. We're working on the spiritual aspect, too, but I think he's a little young for the nuts and bolts of the Resurrection.

I went a tiny bit overboard on getting things for his Easter basket, and decided to put some things away for later, namely, the three coloring books, four canisters of play-doh, five of the six bottles of bubbles (What? They come in packages of six, okay!?!), and a couple of other things that I can't remember right now.

I picked out some Easter eggs for Jet that were sports-themed, patterned like soccer balls, baseballs, footballs and basketballs. I had gotten the same ones for him last year, and he played with them for months. I finally cleared them all out after we moved into our new house. In October.

I bought some Smarties candies to put in the eggs, because he really likes those. I also bought some Miniature Reese's Peanut Butter Cups to put in the eggs because I really like those. :D Also, did you know that you can buy bags of just black jellybeans?!? Eww. I bought some for Knight because he really likes them, but... just... eww.

I felt like an eejit, though, when I got ready to put the candy in the eggs because... guess what? Full-size Smarties rolls are approximately 1/4" longer than your average Easter egg. Doesn't seem to matter how you squoosh the roll, it just. doesn't. fit... unless you pulverize the candy in your frustration to jam the dumb roll into the blasted egg, reveling briefly in your triumph before realizing what poor kid wants to crack open an Easter egg to find a crumpled Smartie wrapper and Smartie-candy powder? What? You didn't need this advice?

Anyway, he had a good time finding all the eggs this morning. Knight had to be at church early for worship team rehearsal (he runs the sound board), so he missed out. I kinda feel bad about that, but I also wasn't interested in rousing the youngster at 6:30 this morning to do it before he left.

Is not liking Peeps genetic? Does anybody actually eat them or do they just go stale on pantry shelves in every house in America? I've never liked them. Jet doesn't either, apparently. He bit the ear off one bunny and promptly opened his mouth, letting the offending fluffiness fall directly on the carpet. For the record, I actually tasted them this year, for the first time since I was about 10. I'm almost 30 now, and I still think they're gross. Only, I actually swallowed my ear, because, you know, tactful people do that.

I think the sure sign that the boy had too much candy was when he ran no less than twenty laps around our living room after church. Not even kidding. Then he refused to take a nap (which really isn't anything new). Instead, he ran ten more laps. He ran a few more after dinner, then passed out in his PaPa's lap at 7:30.

I've hardly known what to do with myself since then. It's been so long since I've had an evening without wrestling him to bed... Suffice it to say that The Plan hasn't been going so well. We keep telling ourselves that it's because he's been sleeping in until the crack of 7:30. (Before, when he was going to bed so well, we were having to get him up at 6:00.) Lately, we've been lucky to get him to sleep by 9:00! I think PaPa should come over every night!