Monday, February 28, 2011

Lamest posting month ever

Ugh. I am sorry.  I have a backlog of eleventy billions posts to put up, with photos from Christmas, not one but two Monster Jam trips, Valentine's Day, our house, an aquarium trip, and all kinds of other stuff but we are severely hampered in our posting ability right now because:

 

  • Computer #1 while actually hooked up to the internet is from 2003 so it                is            so              slow             it              can't                 handle                it
  • Despite (or because of?) a brand new router and a brand new wireless adapter, Computer #2 cannot connect to the internet via our wireless network for some inexplicable reason (Matt!  Help!)
  • Netbook is out of commission because the cat chewed through the power cord (his cord tally this month consists of 2 iPhone chargers, the netbook cord, an extension cord, and the cord to my alarm clock -  how has he not been electrocuted??)
  • iPhones are good for text posts but not photo ones
  • Cannot blog on work computer

 

I fear a new computer is the only solution but that is $$$ I don't have…

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Southpaw

Oh, and based on all the "aht" we've been doing recently, I think it's fair to say that Pickle is a lefty.

Pick-asso

Since Monday was a holiday for both work and daycare, the kids and I went on a Target adventure.  The Valentine's Day merchandise was already down to 90% off so of course I had to check it out.  There were some cute valentines that were Olivia the pig and monster trucks (favorites of Pickle and Q respectively.)  I figured we could use them in "art" projects or something – at 10 cents for a pack, how could I not?!?!  Jeremy was on call that day/night so I needed to amuse the kids for the rest of the day by myself anyway.  We talked about doing art all morning and I told Q we would do it after nap time.  As soon as he got up from his nap, he asked about art but his sister was still sleeping.  All through dinner prep and dinner consumption, Q kept talking about art.  And Caroline kept exclaiming, "Aht!"

 

So finally after dinner Monday night, I cleared the table and set out construction paper, markers, crayons, stickers, glue, the 90% off valentines, and some leftover bits and pieces from our Valentine making (I'll blog that eventually – posts involving photos are still a challenge.)  Q was excited so Pickle was excited, even though she didn't know what was going on.  Quentin literally put two entire sheets of heart stickers on a piece of construction paper, then asked me to glue a couple of monster truck valentines to it.  And then he checked out.

 

But Pickle… she made 6 or 7 sheets worth.  She'd color with the crayons and markers and then ask for and point to the accessories she wanted to use – she used everything – stickers, die cuts, Olivia valentines, monster truck valentines.  She was very specific about which sticker or valentine she wanted, and she knew right where she wanted to stick them.  And she knew when each piece was complete – she would push it away and say, "done!" and then ask for more paper.

 

So, as I was cleaning off the table from dinner last night, Caroline starting chanting, "Aht!  Aht!  Aht!"  And she cranked out a few more masterpieces.  She followed it up with making me write the letter C over and over again, with every single crayon and marker, until we filled up two more sheets just with Cs.

 

We may have a new nightly ritual on our hands.  Anyone need some custom aht?

Some quotable Quentin

Driving past a Red Lobster:

Q:        Look!  A crab!

Me:      That's a lobster.

Q:        A lobster is a crab… who can fly.

 

In the car, completely out of the blue:

Q:        Mommy, what do alligators eat?

Me:      Do you think they eat fish?

Q:        No

Me:      Do you think they eat birds?

Q:        No

            brief pause

Q:        Dogs don't eat pie.  They eat dog food.  And bones.

 

Picking him up at daycare yesterday:

"No mommy.  Go back to work!"

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Hockadon

As we were getting out of the car this morning, Q was pointing behind me and saying, "Look! A hockodon! A hockadon."  Since it helps to look for some context when trying to translate Q into English, I turned around to see what the heck he could be talking about.  But didn't see anything that I could even remotely consider close to hockadon, just the road and a couple of office buildings.  But he was insistent and kept repeating, "a hockadon!  A hockadon!"  Finally, he said, "it's red. It has S and T and O and P."

 

Octagon.