My Kinda Sorta Really Late Behind the Times Make Up February/March Top Ten Post

10-Struck by the curse of home-improvement-store shopping:  So, our dryer died.  It didn't actually DIE die, but it was showing it's misery by squeaking so loudly every time it rotated that we could hear it all the way upstairs.  So I bought a new one online complete with delivery, hook up, and hauling away the old one.  Zach swore we had the right cord so I didn't need to worry about ordering a new one.  Um, wrong.  Zach headed to Home Depot to get a new cord.  I figured as long as he was going, he could pick up some stuff for the nursery, like some paint, chair rail, crown moulding, wood strips, etc.  Once at the store, Zach called me no less than 4 times--should he get this or that?  what if they can't match the paint color?  how many feet of chair rail?  which kind?  We decided it would be better if I went with him to pick everything out.  After all that and a trip to Macey's for groceries, I asked him to hook up the dryer as soon as everything got unloaded.  Wouldn't you know it?  He'd forgotten to buy the cord--the whole REASON for the trip. Sounds like something I would do.

9--Adam:  Tonight I want to be a spiduhman . . . or a flying guy . . . or a blastronaut!

8--I'm not sure where my kids get this one.  I love to sing.  I don't do it so much anymore, though.  I guess I've gotten too many "Stop singing, mom!"'s from each kid the second I open my mouth.  (Adam's taken it to the next level though with his "That's soooo annoying!" when I sing.  Rude.)  Even in my heyday, I wasn't much of a shower singer.  Still, I've got a couple of those now.  Isaac just joined the throng.  Funny thing is, he doesn't ever actually sing a real song.  Mostly just random notes and occasional deep growls. Perhaps he just discovered the bathtub echo.  I'll let you know if he actually ever tries to carry a tune.  (He may or may not succeed.  Depends on which of his parents he took after in this department.)

7--The sniffling symphony takes over the house.  I kid you not.  We were sitting through scripture study one night and I counted at least 350 sniffs from one kid or the other (slight exaggeration possible). 

6--Baby #5 obliged us by staying in utero a heckuva lot longer than we expected him to.  (You would think with all that time on bed rest I would have noticed and written down more of what my children said and did.  You would think WRONG, then.)

5--You know those words that your children say wrong that become a part of every day lingo and pretty soon you are saying it wrong all the time without actually meaning to?  Some of my past favorites are scritchpurs, mazagines, spirsty, and witchywitchywitchyho (delicioso) to name a few.  Adam gave us our newest with gisdusting.  He's obviously got some language skills, though, because it changes and becomes alliterative depending on what he is describing (bisgusting basgetti, for example).  My possible favorite was his telling Lucy she was a "gisdusting stister." 

4--More Adamisms

• Can I have some flamingos please?  (He meant dried mangoes.  It still makes me throw up a little in my mouth when I think of eating dried flamingos, especially after smelling them at the LA Zoo last year.  Blech.)
• Mom, can I eat these raisins . . . because I'm the best guy I ever met.
• The bird that only has one leg is exactly called a flamingo.  (That one after I tried to clear up his confusion between flamingos and mangoes.)
• Isaac, you'd better stop or mom is going to pull out your tongue.  (It is possible that I threatened that one when Isaac figured out how to click his tongue and did it incessantly for 3 weeks.)

3--Isaac: I used to think that food went from your mouth all the way down to your feet and back up to your tummy.

2--Lucy and Kye=the most amazing helpers ever.  Though it couldn't have been easy, the kids survived the bed rest thing.  In fact, it seems like they thrived, they were so helpful and kind and thoughtful.  Lots of volunteering to do this or that or help with Adam and Isaac.  I was thrilled.  And, of course, Zach picked up the slack like a true Mr. Mom.  Carpooling kids, making food, taking care of everything, yelling at me every time I moved, reminding me to take my medicine, cleaning up, doing dishes, and working.  Props to the Z-man.

1--The miracle of  heart growth.  It's absolutely amazing to me how your heart expands as soon as you see your newborn come into the world.  There is a place that wasn't there just the minute before, and it's full of love for the new kid in the family.  Our little Eli's birth was the definite high point of the month.  Love that little guy to pieces.