Big Kid just stopped me from packing and said, "Mom, I want to tell you sometin'."
"What?"
"You need to stop sayin' dat word 'vacay' instead of vacation."
"Why?"
"Mostly 'cuz I'm 'fraid little kid doesn't know what you're talkin' 'bout. And I'm 'fraid he won't learn English right."
"Can't I just tell him that vacay is short for vacation? Hey little kid, vacay is short for vacation."
"No, no! Vacay is not a word. Also, it botters me. I don't want to hear you sayin' it any more."
"What about the Vacay dance? What will I call it now?"
"How 'bout da Vacation dance instead?"
"Hmmmm. Let me think about that. Thinking, thinking, thinking...I'm gonna have to go with no. Sorry, it doesn't have the same ring to it."
"Why are you like dis? Why do you do dis to me?"
"'Cuz I'm going on vacay, going on a vacay, woot-woot vacaaaaay, doin' the vacay dance."
"Don't listen to her little kid. If you ignore her, she'll stop."
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
More Importantly
I just heard that Farrah Fawcett died today too.
Man, that's sad. It's also sad that her death will be overshadowed by the freak's death.
I thought it was really brave of her to film that documentary about her cancer, and I found it very touching to watch. I will never, ever forget her saying that she will miss the sound and smell of the rain. It made me so sad.
What a crazy day, for two such icons to die.
Man, that's sad. It's also sad that her death will be overshadowed by the freak's death.
I thought it was really brave of her to film that documentary about her cancer, and I found it very touching to watch. I will never, ever forget her saying that she will miss the sound and smell of the rain. It made me so sad.
What a crazy day, for two such icons to die.
Michael Jackson Died!!
Wow!
How crazy. His poor kids, I hope they end up leading somewhat normal lives (but I do hope at least one of them writes a book.)
How crazy. His poor kids, I hope they end up leading somewhat normal lives (but I do hope at least one of them writes a book.)
Boys and Girls
Emily calls Big Kid her boyfriend, and has pretty much since she could say the word. Emily will tell anyone who will listen (including strangers) that he is her boyfriend and she has big plans for the future for them.
Last time they were at her house, her mom playfully said, "You two have known each other forever. Maybe one day you'll grow up and get married!" As Emily was swooning over the idea, Big Kid quickly and casually said, "I'm not marrying Em."
"What?!?" demanded Em.
"She's my best friend. You can't marry your friends. You'll always be my friend," he answered simply. "I love you but dat doesn't mean I'm gonna marry you."
"Mom!!! Mom!! He says he isn't going to marry me. Big Kid says he isn't going to marry me!! BIG KID! How could you say this to me?"
"Why are you mad?," asked a genuinely confused Big Kid. "Why is she mad, Aunt Lynda Kay?"
Em's mom regretted bringing it up, told them to worry about it later, and managed to distract them from further drama.
If you ask Big Kid who is girlfriend is, he will emphatically tell you that he does NOT have a girlfriend. He doesn't even count Ahsiya as a girlfriend, although he has admitted that he loves her.
The other day when Em was here spending the night, Big Kid was lying in front of the television set, arms behind his head, one ankle propped up on his bent knee and Emily was playing with the train table directly behind him.
I heard Big Kid say, "Em, how many boyfriends do you got?"
Emily set down the train tracks and straightened up, brushing her hair from her eyes. I could tell she was intrigued and concerned about the question and how to answer.
"Boyfriends?"
"Yeah, how many do you got? Boyfriends?" he answered, still watching the t.v.
She tilted her head and went back to putting tracks together, acting aloof. "Just one, really."
"You've got one boyfriend?" he said, kind of laughing as he said it.
She looked over at him defensively, "Just my dad," she said at the exact time he said, "So only me?"
Her face broke out in a wide, relieved grin and she said, "Oh, two then. I forgot to count you. Just you and my dad, I guess."
"You call your dad your boyfriend?"
"Yes, Big Kid," she huffed, "lots of girls do. You're not my only boyfriend."
"Okay." Big Kid said with a shrug of his shoulders.
As she bent back down to assemble more train tracks, I could see that she was positively beaming.
It is so funny to watch the two of them and to see the differences in girls and boys, and that we're pretty much born with those differences.
Last time they were at her house, her mom playfully said, "You two have known each other forever. Maybe one day you'll grow up and get married!" As Emily was swooning over the idea, Big Kid quickly and casually said, "I'm not marrying Em."
"What?!?" demanded Em.
"She's my best friend. You can't marry your friends. You'll always be my friend," he answered simply. "I love you but dat doesn't mean I'm gonna marry you."
"Mom!!! Mom!! He says he isn't going to marry me. Big Kid says he isn't going to marry me!! BIG KID! How could you say this to me?"
"Why are you mad?," asked a genuinely confused Big Kid. "Why is she mad, Aunt Lynda Kay?"
Em's mom regretted bringing it up, told them to worry about it later, and managed to distract them from further drama.
If you ask Big Kid who is girlfriend is, he will emphatically tell you that he does NOT have a girlfriend. He doesn't even count Ahsiya as a girlfriend, although he has admitted that he loves her.
The other day when Em was here spending the night, Big Kid was lying in front of the television set, arms behind his head, one ankle propped up on his bent knee and Emily was playing with the train table directly behind him.
I heard Big Kid say, "Em, how many boyfriends do you got?"
Emily set down the train tracks and straightened up, brushing her hair from her eyes. I could tell she was intrigued and concerned about the question and how to answer.
"Boyfriends?"
"Yeah, how many do you got? Boyfriends?" he answered, still watching the t.v.
She tilted her head and went back to putting tracks together, acting aloof. "Just one, really."
"You've got one boyfriend?" he said, kind of laughing as he said it.
She looked over at him defensively, "Just my dad," she said at the exact time he said, "So only me?"
Her face broke out in a wide, relieved grin and she said, "Oh, two then. I forgot to count you. Just you and my dad, I guess."
"You call your dad your boyfriend?"
"Yes, Big Kid," she huffed, "lots of girls do. You're not my only boyfriend."
"Okay." Big Kid said with a shrug of his shoulders.
As she bent back down to assemble more train tracks, I could see that she was positively beaming.
It is so funny to watch the two of them and to see the differences in girls and boys, and that we're pretty much born with those differences.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Footnote
Some of you are way behind in catching up on the last two years of my life (I can't believe it's been over 2 years, and that we missed our 2 year blogoversary) and have admitted to not knowing who Catfish is.
Catfish and I have been friends for 26 years (since we were 4). My dad named her Catfish when we were little because she's all mouth. The real shame in you not knowing who she is, is that it means you are not aware of her bachelorette party celebrations a.k.a. the bald beaver post.
That is required Closet reading, so please catch up pronto.
Catfish and I have been friends for 26 years (since we were 4). My dad named her Catfish when we were little because she's all mouth. The real shame in you not knowing who she is, is that it means you are not aware of her bachelorette party celebrations a.k.a. the bald beaver post.
That is required Closet reading, so please catch up pronto.
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