Top Ten--March 2009

Top Ten things heard, seen or noticed at the B's this month:

10) Isaac’s commentary while listening to one of our favorite dance songs: That’s because they wiwy did build the city on wocks. You know what would be better? (singing) We built this city on wocks and bwicks.

9) Adam’s improved vocab. Every time I say, “Ew, Adam, you’re stinky,” he shouts, “DeeDEE.” “Yep, you’re stinky.” “DEEDEE.” He’s so proud.

8) Kye’s inability to eat any food that has touched any other food. Annnnnd it starts.

7) R (a friend): Celebs only lose weight so fast b/c they have people cooking for them and telling them what to do.
Z: That’s what I need.
S: What do you mean? I cook for you and tell you what to do all the time!
Z: Oh yeah . . .

6) The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Lucy’s inherited my unfortunate propensity to sickness. I actually don’t get sick all that often now, but when I was a kid . . . whew! My weekly journal entries from grade school read, “Sick today.” “Sick again.” “Home from school cause I’m sick.” “Got a cold.” “Throwing up.” My poor mother, especially knowing there were 8 other kids around to catch it. Anyhoo, that poor girl has been sick all winter, with the exception of our week in AZ. I’m glad she got a little break.

5) Chore racing. That Isaac beats me every single time. The thrill of the race used to be enough for him. No longer. After giving him a congratulatory handshake one morning, he said, “Thanks. Do I get a twophy?”
M: A trophy?
I: Yep.
M: Um, no. You get a handshake.
I (Shrugging his shoulders): OK.

4) Kye’s vocab misses:
“Mom, will you sue my shirt?”
“Oh no! No oranges tonight! My lips are chat and when I eat oranges, it makes my lips even chattier.”
“Can I have some more Riffles chips please?”

3) Books everywhere. The weekly trip to the library is like Christmas for my kids. (Me, too.) Before I can even get in the door, they’ve taken all their books out of the library bags, spread them across the living room floor for easy access, and are lost in other worlds till dinner.

2) Important realization. My inability to speak video game may seriously hinder my ability to raise boys. It’s not just that I don’t get it . . . I don’t like it. I don’t want to know all the characters’ names and how much they cost and how they fight. But it is time to bite the bullet. I need a crash course in Star Wars speak so I can communicate with my six year old. I realized it was time when he philosophized, “Mom, what if Star Wars really happened? It says ‘a long time ago, far far away.' Maybe it really happened. And what if this is my second time being alive?”

1) The leftover debate. Zach hates leftovers. I mean if he had to choose between starvation and leftovers, he would choose starvation. I can’t throw them away (unless the meal is horrendously bad . . . which I’ll admit happens b/c I like to try new things.) So, how on earth did it take me so long to realize that when Zach does the dinner dishes there are no leftovers? Even if the food was really, really good, there are NO leftovers. Hmmmm. On the other hand, am I really willing to save my leftovers if it comes at the cost of Zach not doing dishes anymore? Such a conundrum.