You Do Know How to Whistle Don't You?

Yesterday morning Sprout woke me up at way-too-early-o-clock. This is not a terribly uncommon occurrence usually involving some sort of emergency or something.

Yesterday was no different.

Sprout: Mommy I have sompthin to tell you. It's important.

HG: What?

Sprout: I just learned how to whistle.

Insert a moment or two of groggy (and maybe not terribly gracious) correction. The end result being he went back to bed and did not stand upon the order of his going.

The rest of the day proceeded as normal, or as normal as this household is gonna get, interspersed with Sprout's newly acquired skill. I use the word skill as loosely as possible as his whistling is basically a hum with his lips puckered.

Then came supper. Also as usual, Sprout was dawdling so I was cleaning up while he finished. The "whistle" sounded again. I had heard it so much that I was tuning it right out. (If you do not have talkers, you won't understand, but if you do, you know exactly what I am talking about.)

Sprout: Mommy. MOMMY. MOOOMMMMYYY. (all within .78 seconds)

HG: What's up bud?

Sprout: I was whistling at you. LOOK. Points to his empty milk cup. And sits with an expectant look on his face.

FOR SALE: A pair of four year old lips. Cute and sassy. Going cheap.

Saturday Evening Reading

For the very first time I am participating in the Saturday Evening Blog Post, an event where bloggers feature their best or favorite posts for the month. The post I have chosen is "I Think I'll Leave my Shirt Open" because it totally sums up a lot of the lessons I learned during the dumb surgery. Plus, it's kinda sappy and I don't normally do that sort of thing. Sappy should be commemorated.

I cannot wait to sit down and read all the posts featured. You should too! Go to Elizabeth's blog to read and participate.

A Brief Art Quiz

What is this?

What does it do?

See how close to a 4 year old's mind you can get!!

We Interrupt the Happy for a Little Whine

Before I start this post, let me say, I am so grateful for the surgery. I am beyond thankful for good medicine and delighted that the growth was benign.

But I am getting rather tired of recovering. I have discovered this spring what an impatient person I am. The recovery is no exception. I would like to be done with it now.

I miss interacting with my kids the way I used to.

I want to be baking.

I'd like to be able to reach for things.

The state of my house is driving me batty.

I hate the way the kids can get on my last nerve so quickly.

I want my energy back.

I'm tired of how whiney I am.

I know it's temporary but it feels so long.

I can only imagine how someone with a serious illness feels. So, if this experience gives me a little more empathy, than maybe it is worth it.

A whole Bunch of Nothing

1

I had my six week visit with my surgeon this week. He gave me the OK to drive. Woot woot. So now I am back where I belong, screeching "It's the pedal on the right" at hapless seniors who treat the highway like their driveway. It's bliss.

2

Speaking of the surgery, last week I noticed that one teeny end of the incision had a small infection. I decided to do what any prudent blogger would do, I tweeted about it. The answers were rather unequivocal. I got me to a Dr. posthaste. Thank-you to my fellow bloggers for cyber yelling at me. I got some antibitics and it cleared up.

3

Does anyone know any good knock knock jokes? I am trying to teach my children the art of joke telling. I know all kids have a wacky sense of humour but this is stretching it.

knock knock.

Who's there?

Red light.

Red light who?

Red light banana. AH HAHAHAHA.

ALL THE LIVELONG DAY. Please help me. Please.

4

If you live near a Bass Pro Shop, I TOTALLY recommend their summer camp. We killed nearly two hours and everything was free. The boys had a blast and because we went on a weekday, it wasn't crowded at all. PLUS, now we are edumacated about camping. Which is as close to camping as I hope to get.

5

Spud has his heart set on having a Larryboy cake for his upcoming birthday. I have trouble with frosting a 9x13. So, I had come up with the brilliant idea of having a photo cake made with a printed pic of Larryboy. Only it turns out that they can't because of copyright stuff. So, what now? Ideas? Or am I going to be fussing with fondant in a couple of weeks? Which should be good for a week's worth of posts.

6

We had our first meal out on the deck today as it was finally warm enough. Hallelujah. Carrots and peaches just taste better when one is sitting drenched in the sun. PLUS, it's very nice to have the mess my children make while eating confines to the out of doors.

7

This has become my children's new favorite clip. If you've got any bored pre-schoolers lying around , call them over. This is another one of those things that I do not understand at ALL, but it works like a charm in the house of geek to get them smiling and laughing their heads off.

For more posts worth reading, please visit Jen at Conversion Diary.

At Least They Have Their Priorities Straight

Travelling with the boys in the car is NEVER boring. Exasperating, occasionally, hilarious, generally, LOUD, always, but never boring.


Case in point.


Sprout: When I grow up I am going to marry a princess. But we are not going to live in a castle. We are going to live next door to mommy becuase then they could look after me.


Spud: I want to marry a princess too but I am not going to live in a castle either.

HG: Where would you live?

Spud: M&M's. Beucase then I would always have something to eat.

Your Secret is Safe with Me Mom

Sunday was not only Father's day, it was also my mom's birthday. How old? I'll never tell.


Cause she'd kill me.



Anyway, I don't talk about my mom much, but really, the woman is full of bloggity goodness. Especially around technology. Mom and technology are basically oil and water. Only worse. She is very intelligent and articulate woman but when it comes to gadgets and gizmos, well, it ain't pretty.



For example, as part of my brother's job, he's been on TV a few times over the past few years but she has never seen him on it. Why? She cannot turn on their TV.

Seriously.

Now granted, because it is a satellite system it requires two remotes, but she has yet to turn on the TV in their house. Unless my kids are there and then they help her.



She has asked for a dictionary for this birthday and I will happily get her one as it will take WAAAY less time for her to open the dictionary and look the word up vs trying to find it online.


Waaay less time.

But all joking aside,

My mom is truly one of my favorite people. We seemed to skip a lot of the mother-daughter tension that often exists and she is one of the people in this world that I am closest to. This parenting thing would have been unbelievably daunting without her support, encouragement and advice.

Her sense of humour is unparalleled, which is why I feel comfortable mocking her technical illiteracy as she gives as good as she gets. She is a superb seamstress, a great cook and the woman could still fit in her wedding dress if she so chose.

Her kindness, discipline and gentleness have helped shape my siblings and I into who we are today. I can't imagine life without her and I'm so blessed to have her as my mom.

Happy 29th birthday mom. May you have many many more!