Thursday, April 22, 2010

Shocking



This happened last week. I was in the shower and the lights surged. Thought that was odd.

"Mom, Popcorn burned himself!"



Yep, sure did. With a nice big jolt to the right arm. I really have told them not to do this. It just comes with the territory of being a kid I guess.

The bungee cord's metal hook instantly welded to the screw. I had to buy a new faceplate and screw. Thankfully, I still have a perfectly good kid.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

From A 6 Year Old

I made Popcorn a peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch.

"Mom, you're a great chef."

Gotta' love that.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Sinatra isn't "Free" Any More

Now he's 4 years old! On April 6th we celebrated his birthday. It coincided with our last day of homeschool group, so it was quite the day. We ended up at his favorite place in the world, McDonalds!



Gem and Shakespeare and I grabbed some presents and bought a cake while Jon took Popcorn and the Birthday Boy on an extra long golf cart ride around the campus. Then our troop descended on Mickey D's. We showed up at 7pm and no one was in the play place. We almost had the place to ourselves. What a treat for our little guy.



He loved blowing out the candles and was thrilled with his Mickey Mouse balloon, but the best part, of course, was the presents. Ripped right through them.



Everything he opened had something to do with wheels. Cars, trucks, and other manly vehicles. He is such a delight!



4--a wonderful age!

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Impromptu Living

My hubby is spontaneous. To think is to do. Examples: "Hey, why don't we go camping." Two hours later we're on the road; "Let's look at trucks." We drove one off the lot; " Erin, can you clean up things at the house? I'm bring 20 employees over for a cookout." I picked up and mowed a patch around the picnic table in the back yard. By then (6 years married) I was used to this; "I think I'll rototill the garden." But the sun just set. "It won't take long." He had to work under flood lights for 5 min, but got it finished.

There have a few times that this made me nervous. "Hey, maybe I should quit my job and get a traveling one, sell our house, buy a big motorhome and tour the U.S." Still have the job.

There have been many times that this benefitted me: Nikon D-60, Laptop, iMac, countless flowers and treats.

He's spontaneous, I'm not. I get my planned way of life from my Dad. It once took him two years to buy a lawn mower.

Case in point: right now I'm facing buying a new printer/scanner because Mac OS isn't compatible with my old ones. I've researched the market and narrowed my focus. After two weeks of studying and reading reviews I've determined that the most economical choice for me, that doesn't take up as much room, still gives me the quality that I'm after and doesn't cost an arm and a leg for ink replacement is an HP laserjet black and white and a separate flatbed scanner. Two weeks!!!! Actually, I've been considering my options since we bought the computer in December. 4 months!!! In the meantime, I've been using a thumb drive to transfer documents to my laptop in order to print.

So, how should I resolve this? I'll either get up my gumption and buy the thing, which may take another two weeks, or just make Jon work at home for a day. He will have that printer bought before I can blink.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Saturday, March 27, 2010

LEtting it GO

If you were six years old and you had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, would you:

A) Brave all the scary monsters in the hallway, making a dash for the light in the bathroom

B) Just pee in the Lego box


I'm washing Legos today.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

According to Popcorn

After taking a trip to the pet store with their Dad, Popcorn and Sinatra (but mostly Popcorn) reported in:

Popcorn: Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess what, Mom? Mom, Mom, Mom, guess what? Guess what?

Mom: What?

Popcorn: Ummm, umm, umm, we saw... Guess what we saw at the pet store?

Mom: Animals?

Popcorn: Yeah. And guess what my favorite was?

Mom: A mouse? A rabbit? A bird?

Popcorn: No, a Chiwawa.

Mom: They look like a rat. You really like those?

Popcorn: Yeah, I want one. But I don't want that fighter dog--the big fighter dog what always fights.

Mom: You mean a Boxer?

Popcorn: Yeah.

Sinatra: I want an Enchawawa, Mom.

Popcorn: They don't shed, Mom, and they don't look like a rat.