thinky thots thursday

It’s been a while, but returning now in all their, uh, effervescent splendor, thinky thots from my offspring:
“I didn’t fart! It was the pumpkin.”
“Scuse me. There’s a ghost in my butt.”
“Everybody poops. Even Spiderman.”
“Is that a bra for your butt?”
“Hey, sweetheart rhymes with eat fart!”
And, slightly off-topic but refreshingly so:
“Hey. Pretend I’m a woodchip…”

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dread crew meme: stories that stick

I couldn’t resist playing along, partly because I desperately want to win a signed copy of The Dread Crew: Pirates of the Backwoods and partly because I just can’t refuse any sort of forum for blathering on about my favorite literary whatnots. So, without further ado:
1. I’m going on an epic journey. I’ll choose D’Artagnan [...]

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the leaves fall thick

Today in bullets:
• Project No Yelling is going quite well, I haven’t shouted at the kids at all so far and have even dialed back my Tone of Icy Death somewhat. Although my husband is probably finding me a little — well, ok, impossibly — smug. But really I’m not being self-righteous, just ecstatic that [...]

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thinky thots thursday

More gems from my genius offspring:
“How ’bout dis, Mama? YOU get a shot, and I NOT get a shot?! Dat would be AWESOME!”
“Why do they call it a ‘popsicle’ anyway? They should just call it “frozen sticky stuff on a stick’.”
“I not a cuddlebug. I a stinkbug!” *rips tremendous fart*
“I just didn’t feel like choosing [...]

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thinky thots thursday

If you spend a lot of time with your kids, you learn how to adjust your filters so that most of the whining and complaining goes straight to the Junk file. The nuggets of hilarity, however, are immediately captured so you can email them to your husband, or, you know, post them on your blog:
“Is [...]

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rising out of the silence

The other evening I was puttering in the garden while Monsieur Shriek put the kids to bed. It was still and humid, the only movement a few pale moths languidly streaming out of the potted herbs I was watering. Suddenly the sky bloomed into a wash of pinks and crimsons, rococco clouds blistered with color, [...]

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necessity, the mother of invention

From the Wishful Thinking Patent Office:
Pediatric Nose Tampon — Because no parent truly enjoys being festooned with virulent snail trails or crying “use a tissue!” for the nineteen frumzillionth time.
Vacuum-Powered Toy Sorter — No more Lego-shaped bruising imprints on the sole of your foot or Polly Pocket using a Hi Ho Cherry O as a [...]

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the desolate shore

My son has been terrified of a ghost the last few days. He dreamt it one night, standing by his bed, watching him with hooded eyes, making that “ooooooooh” sound ghosts make. It’s totally age-appropriate, this sudden and irrational fear. He’s afraid of the dark now, and doesn’t want to go to sleep or even [...]

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thinky thots thursday

I’ll preface this week’s thinky thots with a few of my own, just to play fair with the NaBloPoMo guidelines:
First, Day 1 of New School seemed to go well. Math was fun (!), reading was good, she got to use her sketch book, the bell is different, the playground is AWESOME. So, yay.
Second, I’m worried [...]

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thinky thots thursday

Returning for your (and mostly my) amusement, this week’s installment of unintentional nuttiness from my kids:
“Can I suck your thumb? Mine’s too yucky right now.”
“Never give up, my friends, never give up…. ARRGGH I CAN’T DO IT!”
“Can I have a lemon and a plastic bag? I’m going to make a pretend stomach.”
“Is it time to [...]

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