Showing posts with label jack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jack. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Chicken Pot Pie: The Continuing Story
So my picky eater cleans his plate (and then wolfs down a PB&J because he is still hungry but no way is eating another serving) and my not-so-picky 13 year old picks out all the peas and leaves them behind. I find myself telling my mom that there was a time that she liked peas. She liked them until we started listening to Sandra Boyton's Rhinocerous Tap CD and the song O, Lonely Peas that goes a little like this:
I guess when you are two and are singing about how no one likes peas at all then you take it so seriously that you hate them too.
While we are on the topic of Rhinocerous Tap, I might as well add that we listened to this CD a lot when Anne Michal was two and Elizabeth was a baby. They song Bad, Bad Babies was a humorous way we all dealt with Elizabeth's incessant crying. Here is a tidbit of those lyrics:
I know; it sounds terrible doesn't it? It helped us laugh and cope. In reality, I remember people would ask me if she was a good baby. Some of my standard answers were "She'd like to be good. Really she would" and "She isn't bad, just high maintenance."
Dinner is over. I like what I ate,
Except for the peas, which are still on my plate.
O, Lonely Peas, so green, so round, and so small.
O, Lonely Peas, there’s no on who loves you at all…
I guess when you are two and are singing about how no one likes peas at all then you take it so seriously that you hate them too.
While we are on the topic of Rhinocerous Tap, I might as well add that we listened to this CD a lot when Anne Michal was two and Elizabeth was a baby. They song Bad, Bad Babies was a humorous way we all dealt with Elizabeth's incessant crying. Here is a tidbit of those lyrics:
I’m five years old, so you can take it from me -
These babies are never what you want them to be.
They whine and they bite, they chew on your toys,
And oh, do they make the most terrible noise!
Bad babies, they yell and they cry.
Bad, bad babies – you never know why.
They never ever do the things that they should.
Oh, bad babies, why can’t you be good?
I know; it sounds terrible doesn't it? It helped us laugh and cope. In reality, I remember people would ask me if she was a good baby. Some of my standard answers were "She'd like to be good. Really she would" and "She isn't bad, just high maintenance."
The two year old turned pea traitor
And she looks way too sweet to be high maintenance.
And nope, my babies look nothing alike. not.at.all.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Pride
Sometimes pride is a good thing. For example, when you are proud of your son who used to throw up when eating something he didn't like, eats his plate of chicken potpie even though he doesn't like it. Proud of you Jack for the way you have been willing to try new things and eat things you don't like!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Funnies from Today
I was on my way to take Creed to the potty when the doorbell rang so I handed him off to Elizabeth to take while I answered the door. Creed comes out of the bathroom and I ask him if he went. He says, " I had a little bit of luck."
We had chili for supper. Jack thinks he doesn't like it. The kids are all at the bar and I am at the table eating. He comes over and sits down with a forlorn look. I look up and grin really big at him because I know he wants to pout about dinner and a smile discourages a frown. He looks up at me as serious as can be and says, "I am fasting tonight."
*I am laughing all over again.*
We had chili for supper. Jack thinks he doesn't like it. The kids are all at the bar and I am at the table eating. He comes over and sits down with a forlorn look. I look up and grin really big at him because I know he wants to pout about dinner and a smile discourages a frown. He looks up at me as serious as can be and says, "I am fasting tonight."
*I am laughing all over again.*
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Another Jack Funny
Tonight he got out of bed for his bedtime drink; that drink that he never seems to manage to get before going to bed. He offers an explanation of his drinking habits.
"You know, the reason I have to keep getting drinks of water is that you never know when you are going to get dehydrated."
Once again, he uses his vocabulary as a diversion. It is a wonder he doesn't keep a cup with his miscellaneous items.
"You know, the reason I have to keep getting drinks of water is that you never know when you are going to get dehydrated."
Once again, he uses his vocabulary as a diversion. It is a wonder he doesn't keep a cup with his miscellaneous items.
Friday, March 13, 2009
A Jack Funny
Jon was digging between the mattress and the headboard of his bunkbed looking for his monkey Vines. He was pulling all sorts of stuff out of there. I said, "Boy! What all do you have in there?" He said, "Well, that is where I keep all my miscellaneous things."
A good vocabulary is an excellent diversion.
A good vocabulary is an excellent diversion.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
A Jack Funny

Jack has had a few accidents in the last couple of days. The worst occurred when he tripped rather than jumped over some shoes and face planted on the sidewalk scraping himself up from head to toe. His nose looks terrible as you can see above.
This afternoon Creed was playing with him and grabbing at his face. Jack says, "Creed thinks I am a work of art because my nose looks like it has red paint on it!"
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