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Friday, October 13th, 2017 10:42 pm
So. When I pack a banana as a snack, I take a Sharpie and write a little note on it. Sometimes it's sweet or kind or encouraging.

Often it is, instead, a joke. Usually a corny joke - which around here gets called "a Mom joke" if that tells you anything. :)

So, I think earlier this week but maybe it was late last, I sent them in with bananas that read:
Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?

A: A fsh!

This is funny, and I thought Ian in particular would get a good laugh out of it. I was right, but I was a little underestimating, apparently. At parent-teacher conference yesterday, his teacher told me he enjoyed it greatly. Then he told it to her a couple times. And he told it to all his classmates, all of whom started laughing. (She's not sure they all got it - some just liked saying 'fsh!' she thinks, or found it funny because everyone else did.) Then they told it to each other. And her.

...I wonder how many parents got to hear about fsh! that night.

There's a variant in our house now - I first heard it from Ian, apparently he got it from Andrew, and where Andrew got it I am not sure.
Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?

A: A leaky pipe! *hand gestures of water splashing out* FSH! Mom joke has been one-upped, even.
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Wednesday, March 15th, 2017 06:50 pm
Some days I feel like I'm in a parenting comic.

On the way to pick up Andrew, Ian had a discussion with me about gender.

On the way home, Andrew out of the blue asked if we will have another baby...because we could play more games if we had another player in the family.

You know you have a gamer when they want a sibling to increase the gaming pool? Sigh.

Also? Be careful what you ask for and how you phrase it.

Me, some while ago: "Ian, sometimes you just come up and start talking, but I'm in the middle of something. You get frustrated when I don't listen; I get frustrated because I missed some of what you said. Instead, can you say 'Mom, can I tell you something?' and then wait until I say 'yes' and turn my attention to you, and then tell me?"

Ian, then: "Sure! Mom, can I tell you something?"


Ian, now: "Mom, can I tell you something?"

Me: "Yes."

Ian: (Tells me something.) "Mom, can I tell you something?"

Me: "...yes."

Ian: (Tells me the next sentence of the same thing.) "Mom, can I tell you something?"

Etc. This can go on for six or eight repeats.

I asked for this but this was not what I meant! Now to find a way to phrase the correction that will walk it back just enough but not too much. It's hard in the moment, because I'm just sitting there thinking, *don't reply with "can I stop you?", don't*....
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Friday, October 14th, 2016 04:00 pm
So, yesterday my coworker was less-than-thrilled with the forecast, because he needed to go grocery shopping because they were almost out of staples, and he was going to have to compete with people frantically stocking up for a storm described as 'huge' but that will be worst at the coast (we're a two-hour drive and a mountain range from the coast, here, for context).

I think he ended up doing most of it mid-day to avoid the mess, but I'm not really sure.

I was, however, laughing a lot because he was mocking people who were panicked about the storm. Why was that making me laugh? Because I was ABSOLUTELY planning to run a frantic pre-storm errand after I left work yesterday (which I DID), in case the weather hit early and bad and I couldn't run it today.

...I was dashing to the library to pick up my holds, a larger-than-normal number of books for the boys among them, in case power was lost and the library had to close early at any point.

Which says, I think, a lot about priorities. (Also about the fact that I'd done a fairly large staples run the weekend before, which was pure random luck. But still...I didn't even think about a frantic grocery run. I went to the library.)

I _did_ go to the grocery this afternoon, on the grounds that I normally do my shop-ahead on Saturday and I really would rather shop mid-afternoon today than during a panicked Saturday morning rush or out in the thick of the weather later in the day if it does get bad. I didn't buy the full week's supply - if we come out of the storm in good shape, I can get it Sunday afternoon. If we don't, I don't need to have a week's worth of perishables going off after we lose power. :P I'm out about $8 if the perishables from this trip get lost because of power outage, so. That's not too bad.

But we'd have been fine if I didn't, too, I'd just have had more limited options for myself. But the books--! Gotta have the books, I'm telling you.
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Saturday, July 19th, 2014 01:00 pm
So, we're doing the summer library program, which is reading for 20 minutes a day, with the boys. And it comes with a separate track of doing science experiments also. We're trying to do that with the boys, but really, mostly with Drew - Ian doesn't entirely understand (not surprising - he isn't even three!) and also gets bored.

Today, however, Ian managed to stay focused for most of the time involved.

See, I got a book on candy experiments.... So we did color dispersion, and dissolving candy in water and adding baking soda to tell if it was an acid (and confirming that acids were sour, which of course meant a taste test of the candies, which was popular), and then - stretching the definition of experiment marginally, but in a good cause - we compared the behavior of *chocolate* in a microwave to the behavior of a *marshmallow* in the microwave.

Happy boys. Too much sugar around, but I think I kept the ingested amount reasonable, and happy boys.

And we still have a "pizza box oven" out back trying to heat s'mores. I think they've actually subsided on the plastic and are no longer in the proper shape, but eh, we'll see. If they melt, it will have made its point. And really, shouldn't candy science be sticky and gooey and messy?
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Friday, July 11th, 2014 04:45 pm
I was re-reading early 2002 (January-April) tracking down when we started the move into our first house (April, we got the keys on the 23rd).

I used to post A LOT back then. And I'm wistful for some of the exchanges and fun then.

I have two kids now, and I don't have as much time to post, but I am going to try not to be radio silent for weeks or months at a go. *nods*

Yesterday, we had our "regular" Thursday night gaming session. I put regular in quotes because we now only have one of those a month starting this month - the other three moved to Fridays!

That's awesome because Drew is five and starts kindergarten in the fall, Ian is two and will move up to preschool sometime in the next year (probably in about six months when he turns three, I'm guessing, but he's VERY verbal, so maybe sooner), and the "Friday morning meltdown after a late Thursday" symptom, which hits about 25% of the time, bites. So reducing it to once a month instead of four times a month for a potential trigger? HUGE.

Anyway, last night we were playing the Pathfinder Kingmaker game Scott runs (the one that is staying on Thursdays) and I posted a couple Facebook statuses that I think my friends here will also be amused by:

And now I cut because some of you are both places, and it's probably not so funny you want to read it twice. )

And a random bit of silly from Tuesday, involving picking on a 5-year-old a bit.

ALSO already posted on FB. )
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Monday, January 14th, 2013 08:28 pm
[copied from Facebook, because, short but FUNNY]

Hehehehehe. Scott tells me there was much hilarity at pick-up from day care today. See, for kids through the transition rooms, there's a daily paper that tells you what they ate, when they ate, when they napped, when their diaper was changed, etc. (Lunacy, overall, but handy if you're monitoring something.)

When they handed the one for Ian for today over, Drew asked, "Is that the receipt for Ian?"
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 04:13 pm
Drew: "No, no, don't pause it, Daddy!"
Scott: "Yes, yes, pause it, Drew!"
Me: "Are you theorizing?" *
Scott: (groans) "Yes, I'm hy-pause-thesizing."

...he wins.

[* If that made no sense, I treated 'pause it' as 'posit'.]
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 02:51 pm
Deliberate parodies are funny. Non-deliberate ones can be.

And then there's "tired, so as you are singing this new song you love, I will just eff up in horrifyingly amusing ways and drive you nuts."

Knock it off.

For those wondering, the victim is a line(s) of the chorus of Talis Kimberley's 'Queen of Spindles'... )
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Saturday, March 26th, 2011 11:45 am
Scott and Drew had Kraft Mac & Cheese for lunch. In the interests of not fiddling with pills, I didn't.

Me, wistfully: "That looks delicious."
Scott: "It is."
Me: "I'm still not having any, though. There's half a stick of butter, and a little milk, in." (I saw him make it.)
Scott: "And the cheese powder."
Me: "I'm not worried about that being dairy."

Which, yes, is an unfair zing and actually if there were no other dairy I would worry about it and check what it actually is, but KM&C is not the most natural thing ever, and in any case the butter out-masses the cheese powder when prepared as directed. :P
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Saturday, July 10th, 2010 09:26 pm
So, we got a Roomba. (We had one years ago, but it could not cope. This one seems to be hardier, although it has needed a couple brush cleanings already just on these two rooms.)

Tonight we are running it. Ray and Apple are...not impressed. Ray has been stalking it jumpily. Apple has been staring at it and jumping, with an occasional paw-swat. (Ray hasn't actually gotten close enough to hit it; Apple seems to be fear-striking, not hunting.) We have tried to reassure as best we can, but mostly they just have to get used to it.

Ray was calmer, so I got him up onto the chair beside me and was petting him, letting him get used to it and realize it CAN'T GET HIM UP THERE. He began the Snoopy vulture posture. I began trying to figure out how to prevent him - all "I must be at least partially Maine Coon" umpty pounds of him - from coming down on the Roomba like the Wrath of Cat.

The Roomba went under the chair he was vulturing from. Feline doom waited for it to emerge.

The chair in question is right next to the five-foot-high writing desk I inherited from my parents, helping to block access to it so that Drew doesn't open it repeatedly (only about twice a week). The doors on the desk no longer latch well, so a small heavy box sits in front of them, keeping the right-hand one closed (it is otherwise inclined to swing open).

Roomba, under the chair, bumped this box and shoved it aside. The door swung open. The box from my new web cam, tossed up there to keep it out of Drew-reach, fell onto Ray.

Ray abruptly appeared about halfway across the room, trailing a nearly-visible thought balloon: "I was above IT. How did IT get above ME???"

Roomba, meanwhile, jostled the chair a little and ended up stuck in a no-longer-exitable space between the chair, the box holding the desk closed, the web cam box, and an adjacent side table. Scott had to rescue it, because I was laughing too hard to save the robot. I was almost laughing too hard to BREATHE.
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Sunday, February 14th, 2010 11:55 am
So, last night from 5-10, Drew's daycare did a special session the kids could go to for an extra fee - a "pajama party" while parents had a nice night out for Valentine's weekend.

We took Drew. And then we came home and played World of Warcraft, cooked beans, and did laundry. LOL. The date part was WoW - we hardly ever dare to do anything like an instance any more, even a short one, as they're all too likely to be interrupted. It was fun! Silly, but fun.

Also yesterday we got Drew new shoes - he does need them for if he's outside as he does stand and cruise and will presumably toddle soon - which went surprisingly well. He likes his new shoes. Alas, he shut a thumb in a toy at the shoe store. No damage done except that he was VERY unhappy for a little bit.

I let him have a bit of my (unsalted) soft pretzel. He promptly leaned over and tore off a section about 2 inches long. LOL! I guess he likes pretzel, and I guess I should be better prepared to protect mine. ;)

Then we went to the YMCA swimming pool. We skipped the lesson this morning and will for the rest of this session. He is getting too upset at them. Instead we'll go during open/family swims. Early in the baby lesson they put them on their back. He hates it. And he hates being forced at their pace. And the lessons are pretty much ON his morning nap time. He was starting to dislike water and not trust us. So we took him in the afternoon - he slept in the car and when he woke we took him in and swam. He was VERY wary for a minute or so until he realized he wasn't having to do anything he didn't want to, and there wasn't a circle of parents-and-babies, and hey look the water bubblers and splashers are running and there are bigger kids and things to watch....

We stayed in for about 45 minutes and you could just see him unwind over the first 15 until he was having a total blast. And we still practiced lots of swimming stuff (kicks, splashes, blowing bubbles, climbing out) - we just didn't force, we coaxed, and we didn't flip him on his back. That'll come in time. For now, I'm glad to have his trust back in us in the water.
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Saturday, January 2nd, 2010 08:32 am
We were sitting in Drew's room. I was about to go start laundry (still am...) and Scott had his latest book and was reading it. Drew was playing happily with a top on the far side of the room. I commented that Scott seemed to get a lot more reading done these last few months, now that Drew can move around and plays by himself a lot more. Scott said "sometimes" and noted that sometimes Drew wants the book, which then has to be put away.

I said that was easy to solve. Just get the book/series (I suggested Lord of the Rings) in board book format.

Scott made the mistake of trying to envision the size of Lord of the Rings in board books. *cackles*
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Saturday, October 31st, 2009 08:13 pm
"Mommy, mommy, I got an eyeball!" "So did I!"

Yes, yes we're THAT house again this year. This time it's eyeball-shaped bouncy balls (along with a piece of candy); last time it was eyeball-foiled-wrapped candies. Frankly I think the bouncy balls are cooler.

Also, the little maybe-2-year-old who just managed to reply to my happy halloween by echoing it (" Hall'ween!") as s/he scurried off? The one dressed in the lamb costume? SO CUTE.

(And mad props to a certain person on Twitter who replied 'The shyness of the lamb?' LOVE IT.)
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Saturday, October 3rd, 2009 07:51 pm
I like this one. I often don't post meme results, but this year's "you go trick or treating" meme was SO MEAN to me that I have to post it. You folks are meanies! ;)

meme quiz spam )
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Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 06:32 pm

Scott is singing Star Trekkin to Drew....

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Wednesday, January 21st, 2009 09:08 pm

While handling an awkward position shift of a limply sleeping newborn:

"Do you have the head?"
"Ok, if you have the head, I have the rest of the baby."
Pause, as we just look at each other.
"...that sounded so wrong."

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Friday, January 2nd, 2009 02:32 pm
(All quotes paraphrased, of course.)

At a drive-through, as I was getting my food, the supervisor in the background peered out at the weather and protested, "But they said it wasn't supposed to rain again until Friday!" It was very nearly a wail. I put on my brightest, most cheerful-manic look, and said, "That's okay, though. It's not raining out here - that's sleet!"

She didn't think that was any kind of improvement. In truth, neither did I. Fortunately it's not all that cold at ground level; we were just getting sleet for a while. Interesting, a bit bizarre, but compared to what it could've been, not so very bad.
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Friday, December 19th, 2008 09:00 am
I'm pretty sure the commercial was prepped before this weather, but either it's really unfortunate, or someone has a great sense of humor and quick turnaround time, one of the two. A local store that sells mattresses is having a big sale that runs through Tuesday, so "slide on in over the weekend" and take advantage of the savings.

Yeah, no thanks, I'm not much for the sliding part (and don't need a new mattress). But I am giggling insanely.
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Sunday, November 30th, 2008 05:37 pm
And this will mostly have meaning to World of Warcraft geeks, and they may not care. My level 72 mage is fire-specced and is a destructive little wonder these days. I love it. I have gotten at least two criticals (on pyroblast) that exceeded 4100 points of damage.

I have to be very, very careful about not pulling aggro unless I'm willing to actually tank whatever we're fighting. Even with the abilities that reduce threat from my fire spells, I'm still very prone to REALLY pull aggro. If I screw up, I'd better hope Scott is my tank (he's somewhat used to me, and since he's in the same room I can quickly communicate that this was an oops and not a conscious decision to tolerate aggro). Other tanks are likely to simply wind up Hating That Gnome if I blow it.

For my own amusement, I put together a list of my bonus damage and crit bonuses. They do a lot to explain why I am a walking DPS device )

Yes, that's basically entirely gloating. But it's been amusing me a lot lately.