TheMommyBlog

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Mood:  special
Tonight is poker night at Ken’s down the street. Testosterone is in the air. And Mommy is all alone with the little angels. We did lots of things like color, play the harmonica, doodle on the doodle pad, read The Lion King. The problem was that everyone wanted exclusive access to whatever was being used as soon as it was picked up. We only read a few pages of the book before we had to abandon it because Daphne was screeching and grabbing pages. Then we got out the doodle pad, and suddenly everyone had an urgent doodle they had been storing up for months. Then I got out the crayons and paper, but everyone wanted to draw on the SAME paper, with the SAME crayon. Don’t even get me started on the doodle pad. Let’s just say it ended with an imitation by Mommy of a waiting sibling: “Can I have it now? Can I have it now? When are you going to be done? Can I have it now? Can I have it now? Aaaaaarrrgggghhh.”

Several minutes later all activities ceased amid muffled threats issued through clenched teeth to brush teeth and get ready for bed or else. Logan, as is his wont, couldn’t resist finding out what “else” was, and went on dental hygiene strike. I left to put Daphne to bed.

10, 9, 8, 7, knock on the door. It’s Dylan, complaining that Logan STILL won’t give him a turn on the doodle pad. I whispered (shouted) down the hall that Logan had better give him a turn or, or, or, ohmygodIneedsomerest. He answered that he wouldn’t give it up until I had read what he wrote on it, and I couldn’t read it until Daphne was asleep, and she wouldn’t fall asleep while Dylan was crying for a turn.

Twelve years later, when Daphne was finally snoring, I went in to see what was on The Tablet.

“What did you want to show me, Logan?”

“It’s over here. Look.”

On the tablet propped on the windowsill next to his bed was the tablet, with “Im sae Mom” written on it.

“Is that how you spell sorry, Mom?”

Yes, sweetie, it is.

Saturday, August 16, 2003

Mood:  celebratory
What a great day—a visit to the grand opening of the new SJSU library (just the opening ceremony—it was too crowded to actually try to go inside), then a 90-minute massage followed by a quick lunch with mom, a little shopping to outfit mom for the fall in Indiana, a flurry of activity at home baking a cake for that night, then dinner at Chez TJ’s in Mountain View. All I can say is: foie gras wrapped around mango on toast, sea scallops with pea coulis and pureed carrot, filet mignon over bean ragout, wild greens, and mango beignets with coconut sorbet and berry gelato. Yummynummynummy. I almost didn’t mind graduating from the 18-34 demographic.

Sunday, August 10, 2003

We are getting ready to go to the pool, so that means putting on a bathing suit. Today’s suit is a one-piece, hot pink with spaghetti straps.

Logan: “Wow, Beatiful Mommmy! You look beautiful!”

Mommy: “Thank you, Logie.”

Logan: “I’m glad that you’re wearing that bathing suit. It’s a very good color. Do you like mine? I know why you like it because it has flowers, and girls just love flowers. And I know why yours is pink, because pink is a beyoootiful color.”

[blushes and digs her toe into the floor]

Friday, August 01, 2003

Logie: I know why we lower the toilet lid.
Dad:why?
Logie:So bugs don’t fly in the toilet. We don’t want bugs in the toilet, right?

Out of nowhere while riding in the car, Logie says: Bob and Wendy don’t live together Dad. I’m thinking Bob and Wendy, Bob and Wendy. Mindy has a cousin Wendy but she’s not married to a Bob. Bob who Logie? Bob the Builder Dad.

Dylan’s favorite line while eating a popcycle: Dad, can I licksuckandbite? Dylan, what? Can I lick, suck and bite. Sounds a little strange I know but it makes perfect sense coming from a three year old.

Logan wants to know - Dad, before there were knives did people use swords to cut their food?

I asked Dylan for a skittle recently and he said “no Dad, well okay, actually, no.”

Logie helping me in the yard: I’m a worker today Dad (which is in itself kinda funny because he HATES anything that has to do with chores). I need to go get dressed for it. Later, after loading his belt up with plastic work devices, he explained “Dylan doesn’t know how to work Dad so I gave him a job - he’s a scarecrow for wasps.

The question Dylan asks 42,367 times a day: Can I have gum? The noise Dylan can hear from two counties over: the click of a coke can opening. “Dad can I have a sip of coke?” I made the mistake of giving him two gummy worms instead of one which immediately became the absolute minimum he will accept when offered. He’ll play you like a piano to get two. Case in point: “Mom, give me two. Mom replies “No Dylan, you can have a red one or a green one. With red one in hand, he says “okay green. Mindy hands it over and he says “actually, (his new favorite word)I both” and starts to walk away.

Saturday, July 26, 2003

Mood:  silly
Each day, when I come home from work, Dylan asks, “Mommy, did you have fun at your car?”

Yesterday, he ran off to go to the potty (loving this, by the way). He came down the hall a few minutes later with his shorts, underwear & shirt all balled up in a turban on his head. I didn’t specifically ask, but he said:

“Look, Mommy! I’m Clothes Head.”