Making Playdough

Making Playdough
Originally uploaded by Mandy K.

I've just finished watching my sister's two youngest kids for a week. A whole week. Here's a bit of advice: Three, two and one means a lot of work. But they were good and we had a great time.

Monday Night

So I am in Hawai'i, five hours past bedtime at home, and I have this crazy dream about going to the Rhumbline. And it is Monday night. I wonder, did Jane go? Was there a former student who got into trouble when we left and went to Folly Cove? Were there fireworks and Celtic tops and blow-up rafts? Were the stars so bright?

Jane?

Were they?

Distressing

I admit to being a tiny bit of a drama queen. Tiny. Bit. Seems to run in the Stewart family, if not beyond, because yesterday morning Aidan put her hands on her hips and said, "Mommy. This is SO distressing." "Distressing?" I inquired with raised eyebrow. "What is distressing and where did you hear this word?" "My pony's hair. The braid won't stay. And Mommy, I heard it from you."

Yes. There are things in this world that are distressing, but a pony with the name of a porn star and a sassy tattoo on her hind quarters whose yellow, blue and pink braid is unraveling? And to think--Oh how distressing--that she learned it from me.

Ice Cream

What does one do when one is waiting for one's child to go to sleep [question mark]

One writes posts about children eating green ice cream and green ice cream cones in green of summer. And then one links (using new link expertise] to photos of above mentioned child\children.

I scream, You scream

Love Bug

New

This little GUY makes me want another.

Pea Incident

One would think that having a pine nut stuck up one's nose would discourage one from putting, let's say, a large green pea up one's nose. As you may have already guessed in your reading of this post, Cole has again opted for experimental, sensory exploration and shoved, SHOVED a large, not baby pea variety, pea up his nose so that tipping head back and looking up dark cavern of nostril revealed only a hint of green. Pea green. After 10 minutes of screaming "Nose hurt," I called Tad and left a very CALM message on the shop machine. Tad called back just as I was picking, as in picking a large booger with index finger, the pea from Cole's nose.

For the love of God why didn't someone tell me that parenthood would be like this? And I thought that I would be able to turn my back for a minute. Or even a second.

Did I happen to mention that I love my kids? And that I like beer?