Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Saturday, August 22, 2009


i remember being made fun of once in elementary school because i pronounced naked like neckid. and i think i still pronounce it that way. i don't know. what i do find puzzling now is that most southerners add one if not more syllables to their word pronunciations. most common example? adding y's in the middle of a word. heyelp. bayud. (help. bad.) even my own kids are doing it. miyulk. (milk.) okay, back to the puzzling part. the boy that made fun of me was from the south too. so why did he have such a problem with it?

these days, as i look through pictures to add to this site, i notice that many of them are of my neckid kids. new puzzle: why are my kids always running around without clothes on? well, i've come to a few conclusions.

1. less laundry - foods that kids like always seem to make a mess. spaghetti sauce. macaroni and cheese. peanut butter. jelly. cheetos. pizza. syrup. greasy foods. chicken. pizza. so i've found that i strip my kids down upon sitting at the table. no, i don't want their good clothes to get stained much less have to add them to a laundry pile after eating a meal and find new clothes for them to wear. well, some of you may ask, "how about a bib?" my answer? that's just more pieces of laundry to wash, dry and fold. and it's a whole lot easier for me to hose off my kids after a meal if they are already, well, "neckid."

2. time management - besides not adding more laundry to the pile and the time mentioned above to wash, dry, fold....if i put clothes on my kids before the 15-minute-window of walking out the door, its very likely they will have spilled something on it, taken a dip in a puddle, smeared lotion on the clothes, or better yet, drawn on themselves with sharpie marker. here again, adding more time to our process of getting ready and out the door AND adding more and more laundry.

so after all my puzzles and solutions, i give you... some neckid kids.

(picture above is from davis and allison building a zoo in their room. and the video below speaks for itself. don't forget to pause the music to the right.)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

to do list

1. add post to blog
2. soon.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

hard of hearing.

we had so much fun tonight, its hard to settle down for bed. congratulations to jackie on her pretty, new gwu diploma. thanks to a graduation party equipped with backyard karaoke, davis is now a microphone hog. sympathies to the person who gets his microphone afterwards. just wipe off the cooties and saliva. he sings as he is trying to get the whole thing in his mouth.

allison is perfectly content with swinging her hips from side to side, dancing for anyone who's watching (or not watching for that matter.) just give the girl a tune.

davis has started conversations with god. he understands that god is in the sky. god can see you, but you can't see god. (except on a cloudy day when the sunshine streams through.) and we also get that god can hear you and you can talk to god. what we are still learning is that god doesn't exactly talk back to you directly. and that you don't have to yell for god to hear you way up there in the clouds.
davis (in the car): daddy, stop the rain.
zach: i can't stop the rain. god stops the rain, or moves the rain.
davis: i see god. over there in the clouds.

davis: can i talk to god?
zach: yes, to can talk to god.
davis: (yelling to the clouds) GGGOOOOOOODDD!?


davis: god can't hear me.
......laugh. chuckle..........
why is it that makes your second child skips stages and just progress naturally and instantaneously? allison didn't crawl, she walked. at 15 months she was doing everything right behind davis at the playground. slides? done. ladders? done. monkey bars? done.
now, it seems as she skipped babbling altogether. i wonder if she's thinking, "i'm ready to talk now. guess i'll use full sentences to get my point across." examples:
i need to wash my hands.
i want blue milk. (2%)
i need something. or i'm looking for something. (when she's trying to procrastinate.)
i want baby juice. (= boxed juice. don't know where that came from, go figure.)
i want my flag bow. no pink bow mommie, flag bow!
daddy's home! daddy's home! dadis! daddy's home.
wait for me mommie. wait for me.
i got to shut the door.
i walk myself.
i need my vitamins.
(and the ever-dreaded...) i pooped mommie. need to change my diaper.
where does the time go? quit changing the batteries and let it slow down a bit.