Posts from — February 2008

Before you go and think that we are those hardcore parents who pull out the flashcards and math drills every night after dinner when our kid can’t even use the toilet correctly, I want you to know that Bug luuuurvs for us to sound out words to him. Begs us to do it even. And after I heard him in the car the other day sounding out “Ch-ch-ch-i-i-i-ck-ck-ck-ck-F-F-F-uh-uh-uh-lay-lay-lay’ to amuse himself, I decided that if he was going to be sounding out words anyway, we should probably give him more material than fast food signs.

And, to offset the bragginess of the following video, we made sure to choose the one in which he is picking his nose the whole time.

Pilot light is out.
Standing water in basement.
Time for blogging? Nope.

Bug and I are sitting on the couch under a blanket this afternoon for “special” rest time i.e. “rest time on the couch with movies” i.e. “Mommy gets no rest rest time”. But once, long ago, I said offhandedly, “Hey, maybe we can make Friday ’special rest time day’ and you can sit on the couch and watch movies,” and that was my downfall because Bug has a mind like a steel trap. Kind of like my brother who used to do the bidding of my sister and me after we’d say, “If you’ll go get me a Coke downstairs I’ll give you a penny tomorrow,” and the next morning I’d startle awake to brown eyes hovering inches from my face. “I’m ready for my penny,” he’d say. And then I would have a heart attack and die. The End.

In other news, there are currently two refrigerators occupying our kitchen. Because of this, we can neither wash nor dry clothes, cook using the stove, nor exit through the back door. It’s a HAIR inconvenient. The old fridge stopped cooling things after the compressor conked out. I like to throw that tidbit in like I know something about appliance maintenance, but really the small nicotine-soaked European man named Igor told me that. Seeing how compressors cost $475 to fix and the fridge itself was $FREE, I thanked Igor for his time and sent him on his pack-a-day way. Then I went on Craigslist and found a fridge for $60, got them to deliver it for an extra $20, and half an hour later was the proud owner of a “new” refrigerator that will keep our popsicles solid and our milk liquid. Can’t ask for much more than that.

Now if only the compressor on our couch would go out and force us to buy a new one of those. That would be SWEET.

“Ew, what is that do you think?”

“Maybe it’s supposed to be meatballs. Looks like dooky though.”

(pause)

“You know, I think the word dooky might be one of my favorite words.”

“It would be funny if you could casually work the word dooky into conversation somewhere, like your job.”

“Sadly, that would not be difficult.”

Today has been a bit of a debacle involving small European men named Igor and shady cash-only Craigslist deals, so the title of this post could refer to the lateness of the post itself, but it really refers to my spanking new haircut:

…which indeed was. Long overdue, that is.